Drarry stories/one-shots

Trust

Harry and Draco are back for year 8 and somehow hookup... but while talking after, they get into an argument, this one is a bit deeper though.

Genre: Angst

A/N: okay so sometimes i get rlly random ideas for stories based on like a sentence and for this one it was "how am i supposed to trust you?" and i rlly wanted to do an angsty drarry that was probably more likely to happen then half the stuff i write. I need some Arguing, i need Draco to be more bitchy without a sudden change of heart etc. (i swear i need to stop the happy endings it's not always happy) This one's a bit short but i hope you enjoy!

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"oh trust me-" Draco said rolling his eyes

"Oh wow, trust, that's bold coming from you" Harry retorted angrily as he began to stand up from the bed

"what the fuck is that supposed to mean!?" Draco's face was tense, looking angry and hurt at the same time, his voice getting louder by the second

"it means how the hell am i ever gonna trust you with everything you've done" Harry said, becoming equally as loud

"oh like you haven't done shitty stuff, you almost killed me!" Draco yelled

"look i- i didn't know what i was doing i'm sorry" Harry said, beginning to feel guilty, becoming defensive

"Oh your sorry that magically makes everything better" Draco said sarcastically

"Oh well at least I bothered to say it! I haven't heard you apologize for letting death eaters into hogwarts, or scheming with the enemy, breaking my nose and leaving me stranded, you constantly acting like a prick to me and not to mention that ugly mark on your arm" Harry said, becoming mad again

"Thanks for pointing out every mistake i've ever made potter, Really makes me feel great. Do you not understand how shitty my life is!?" Draco yelled, his eyes becoming watery

Harry began to open his mouth

"Before you say anything just fucking listen." Draco began

"I was raised by death eaters, had a horrible abusive father, pressure to live up to my family name, and having to constantly please my father. you know all that stuff you said I did? I was a stupid kid who was projecting all the shit he heard from his father who he was supposed to love that threatened and pressured him into all of it, becoming a death eater, helping the others, instructed to kill dumbledore... I completely lost myself that year. Not that it's any of your business really." He paused, a tear rolling down his cheek "I tried to take my own life that year.... once everything toppled down on me i figured why not? Only harmful things happen while i'm here... It wasn't till Pansy found a note i wrote to myself talking about it that she managed to talk me out of it before i did. Though, i'm sure you wouldn't have minded, since you tried to kill me a few weeks earlier."

"I-" Harry began

"I'm sorry i'm not perfect, and i'm sorry i've done shitty things, but it's not always so easy. Is that what you wanted to hear?"

"Malfoy I-"

"Look, I'm not trying to guilt you into liking me, i know i fucked up, i did horrible, unthinkable things.. but i was in a horrible position, just like you. I thought maybe you of anyone could understand. Maybe don't be so quick to judge." He said, tears running down his face

"I do understand. I just- was closed minded and too focused on hating you to understand why... Hermione was always better with understanding emotions... i'm more of the facts person i guess."

Draco stood silent, not exactly knowing where Harry was going, quickly wiping the tears from his eyes, embarrassed he let his emotions get the best of him

"But... When i was a kid, my aunt and uncle were very abusive, they treaded me like their slave, i cooked for them, did their chores, cleaned the house, My aunt would push me under water until i was almost dead if i didn't wash the dishes... My uncle would practically hit me across the house, they'd starve me if i didn't do what they'd ask... I never got clothes for myself until hogwarts, I always got my cousins hand-me-downs. I understand being in a shitty situation, i guess i was just lucky to be on the other side of it... I was scared too, i lost so many people, every time i found someone who felt like family, they died... I just- I couldn't do it. Everyone knew me, everyone depended on me and i felt like i couldn't do it, like i didn't even know who I was. I felt like i ruined so many peoples lives" Harry explained, trying to understand Draco and make Draco understand him

"Who new being the golden boy was so depressing" Draco Sneered

"I'm only 'the golden boy' because my parents were murdered" Harry retorted

"I suppose so" Draco said

As Draco said this, the room was filled by silence. After the yelling and the long rambles about dysfunctional families the silence felt nice.

"I'm really sorry. That you had to deal with that, and that i didn't understand"

"Thanks..." Draco said "Same to you"

"Does this mean we're not enemies anymore"

"Speak for yourself, we basically had hate sex and then screamed at each other"

"yes.... but we apologized"

Draco raised an eyebrow "fine, whatever"

"are we ever gonna hook up again?"

"wow.. good to know what you got out of that" Draco teased

"No I mean-" Harry realized

"I'm messing with you" Draco laughed as Harry seemed relieved "If it doesn't involve a screaming match about our trauma then.. yeah"

"but that's all the fun" Harry now joked, sitting back down beside Draco

Draco rolled his eyes, and as he laughed slightly, he looked over to Harry, watched him laugh, grabbed him by the x heel and kissed him softly on the lips

Harrys eyes opened wide in shock, but he soon melted

"Speak for yourself" Harry started, kissing Draco once more before finishing his thought "But I think we're not enemies anymore"

Draco rolled his eyes and smirked slightly "Whatever"