Drarry - Fuck My Feelings

The Prefect Bathroom

WARNING: Self harm mention - Just wanted to mention this in case it triggers people. 

About an hour later, Harry was about to give up trying to find Draco. He'd looked everywhere he could and had asked a Slytherin prefect who had just come out of the Slytherin common room if Draco was in there, but he wasn't. It was almost time for his next class anyway. But as Harry was walking towards Professor McGonagall's classroom, past Moaning Myrtle's bathroom, he heard a quiet, muffled sob come from inside. He peaked in and saw someone leaning over the sink, their head hung down and their back toward Harry. Harry knew almost right away that it was Draco, seeing his while-blonde hair. Myrtle was floating softly beside him, staring sadly.

"Just tell me what's wrong, Draco." She said, "Maybe I can help." Draco sighed and swallowed another sob.

"I already told you Myrtle," Draco said, his voice cracking. "You can't help me. No one can." He pulled something out of his pocket that Harry was pretty sure was a knife and pulled up his sleeve revealing purposeful untreated wounds and scabs from sharp objects such as daggers, needles, knives... Harry gasped slightly at the sight, as did Myrtle.

"Draco, please, don't do this." She begged. "Don't put yourself in more pain."

"I have no choice." Draco said softly. "It's the only thing I can feel." He prepared to dig the knife into his skin, but Harry was quick to act, pulling his wand from his pocket.

"Wingardium leviosa!" He yelled, the knife slipping out of Draco's hand and floating in the air as he and Myrtle turned toward Harry at the entrance.

"Harry!" Myrtle said as Draco just stared at Harry with an unreadable expression.

"Draco-"

"Go away, Potter." Draco said, cutting Harry off.

"Are you ok?" Harry asked, ignoring Draco's demand. 

"Why do you care?" Draco asked, trying hard to swallow yet another sob.

"Because... I've noticed that I actually care about you and don't want you to hurt yourself." Harry answered and Draco shook his head.

"Liar."

"I'm not lying!" Harry said, taking a few more steps forward, leaving him about five feet from Draco.

"Not lying, eh?" Draco said. "Prove it."

"Fine." Harry said. Draco was waiting for Harry to explain and definitely didn't expect what he was going to do next. Harry lowered the knife down onto the floor on the opposite side of the room, grabbed Draco by his green and silver tie and pulled the Slythierin toward him, kissing him. Draco was very much taken back by the embrace, but returned the kiss after a minute. Myrtle had floated away through the walls to give the two boys privacy. They pulled away after a minute, only keeping their faces an inch or two apart. Harry's arms were still around Draco's waist and one of Draco's arms was on the back of Harry's neck and his other arm was around Harry's back. Draco looked into Harry's eyes shyly.

"Y-you... You don't need t-to do this." He said.

"What if I want to?" Harry asked and Draco smiled softly. Harry leaned forward and kissed Draco again, who happily returned it. They pulled away a moment later.

"We should get back to class." Harry said.

"Yeah." Draco said, a bit of sadness in his voice.

"Hey." Harry said. "Meet me back in here at ten tonight."

"Sneaking out after curfew?" Draco asked.

"C'mon. I bet you've done it many times."

"...Fair enough."

"And Harry?"

"Yeah?"

"Could we... Keep this a secret? For now?"

"Of course. I get it."

"Thank you."

"No problem. See you tonight." Harry said, giving Draco one last kiss, before they released each other and parted ways at the entrance to go to their next classes.

"Oh, love!" Myrtle said, floating out of her hiding place. "It's so romantic!"

Thanks so much for reading this! I hope you like it so far!