If Only He Knew...

Falling

16 year old Draco Malfoy had always known he was gay but, he'd never expected this. To fall for the enemy. They had always been rivals since year 7.

Harry Potter, the very object of his complicated emotions, walked through the doorway and settled into the seat beside him. Their eyes briefly met, an unspoken tension lingering between them.

Draco looked at him, his big silver eyes moving back down to look at the revision guides back in front of him. "Morning Malfoy." Harry greeted, getting his pencil case out, putting it on the desk. "Morning." He grumbled.

During the lesson, Draco started to feel anxious and panicky, and it was obvious to Harry who noticed the change in the young Malfoy's demeanour. He tapped the teacher on the shoulder and asked if he could take Draco outside, to get some fresh air.

Once they were outside, Harry turned to Draco and spoke softly, "Hey, are you okay?" Draco couldn't look Harry in the eye, feeling embarrassed for feeling the way he did. "I'm fine," he mumbled, unsure if he was being convincing enough. "No, you're not," Harry replied. "I can tell when something is bothering you. You can talk to me if you want." Harry added, knowing he had to be gentle with Draco due to his mental health.

With tears pooling in his eyes, Draco revealed his true feelings to Harry. "I don't know what's happening to me. I just have this...this feeling for you, and I don't know how to shake it. I know it's stupid. We're enemies, and you have a girlfriend and-." Harry didn't let him finish. He wrapped his arm around Draco and pulled him close. "You're not stupid, Draco. Feelings don't work that way. And we can put everything else aside for now. Let's just focus on you, okay?"

Draco let out a shaky breath and buried his head in Harry's chest, taking comfort in his warmth and strength. He had never felt like this before, never had someone show him such kindness and understanding without any expectations. "Thank you, Harry," he whispered, feeling the weight of the world lift from his shoulders. "Of course, Draco. Anytime," Harry replied, rubbing soothing circles on Draco's back.

Draco sat there, staring blankly at his notebook, his depression getting the best of him. He longed for Harry's company and the comfort that he brought with him. Harry leaned over and whispered, "Hey, let me do the revision for a bit. You can close your eyes if you want." Draco felt a sense of relief wash over him as he placed his head in his hands. He heard Harry notify the teacher that he wasn't feeling well, and before he knew it, he was lying on the table in the back of the classroom with Harry's hand on his back, soothing him.

Despite feeling so badly, Draco couldn't help but feel a sense of gratitude towards Harry. He had never been the recipient of such kindness and compassion from anyone before. When Harry suggested that he take Draco home, the younger boy felt his heart swell with emotion. As they approached his family's home, Draco's nerves started to get the best of him. He had never brought a friend home before, let alone Harry. Narcissa answered the door and welcomed Harry inside, thanking him for being so kind to her son.

Draco ran upstairs as fast as he could, wanting to just curl up in his bed and disappear. Harry followed him up the staircase and stood in the doorway of Draco's bedroom. "Hey," Harry said softly, "How are you feeling?" Draco looked up at him, feeling a mixture of fear and appreciation. "Thank you, Harry. I appreciate you bringing me home."

Harry sat down next to Draco on his bed, and for a moment, they sat in silence. Then Harry spoke again, "You don't have to feel bad for having emotions, Draco. It's okay to let it out." Draco finally let his guard down, letting out a sob. Harry moved closer, wrapping his arm around Draco and holding him close, offering him the comfort he so desperately needed.

For hours, the two boys talked, discussed their feelings, and shared their experiences. It was a cathartic moment for both of them, a moment of vulnerability and honesty that bonded them together even more. As Harry prepared to leave, he hugged Draco tightly, enveloping him in a sense of safety and love. "I'll come back tomorrow," Harry whispered before slipping out of the room and closing the door behind him.

Draco lay in his bed, feeling a sense of comfort he had never felt before, finally understood and appreciated.