Because You're Worth It (Drarry)

Chapter 6

   Draco and Harry had decided after the night before that they would use each other's first names, since they were officially friends now. Draco couldn't help but feel that there was something off with himself, though. For some reason, whenever he saw the raven-haired beauty-boy, he felt these butterflies; this churning inside his stomach that never seemed to really go away. Not only that, but he couldn't help but notice small things about the other boy: such as how Harry would sometimes slide his glasses back up his nose or that Harry would mess with his hair whenever he had to answer a particularly tough question that Draco would ask. He wasn't just noticing these things however, he was finding that he actually liked these things about the other boy and even found them endearing. Draco didn't know what to do with those feelings and so it was with a tinge of nervousness that he opened the door to let Harry in that night. They had decided to just use Draco's room as it was much easier to do. Also, Draco liked the intimacy the chairs and fireplace seemed to bring.

            Draco found himself to be a bundle of nerves, yet there Harry was, just the same as always. Apparently, nothing had changed for him. How lucky for him...Draco thought somewhat bitterly. Both boys then sat down, Draco summoning them each a glass of butterbeer which he had bought from The Three Broomsticks earlier.

            The two boys talked about nothing of real significance when Draco accidentally spilt butterbeer over his shirt. He could feel himself blush in embarrassment but tried to ignore the mortified feeling that was taking hold in the pit of his stomach. 

"Just a sec" Draco said, as he stood and searched for a clean shirt in his wardrobe. Once he found one, he took his dirty shirt off and turned around, about to put his shirt back on, when he heard a mortified gasp come from Harry.

"Is that?" Harry whispered, not really wanting to know the answer.

            Draco looked at his chest to see what Harry was talking about, when he remembered the scars. "Is that from the curse you threw at me? Yeah... It is." He replied just as quietly as Harry had asked.

"Oh Merlin, Draco! I'm so sorry." Harry said as he stepped closer and reached out slightly, as if to touch the four scars.

"It's fine Harry, it's no big deal." He said.

"No big deal? Of course it is! You could have died Draco!" Harry said passionately.

            Draco looked away from the bright green eyes, barely even whispering, "I would have deserved it..."

            He suddenly found himself being forced to look at the raven-haired beauty as Harry hissed, "Draco Malfoy, don't you dare say that ever again!"

            The amount of emotion in the other teen's voice made Draco's eyes water slightly. "But it's true, I'm nothing important; no one would miss me, really..."

"Draco," Harry said softly now, pulling Draco into a tight hug, "you're important to me. I would miss you..."

"Really?" Draco asked, pulling away from the hug slightly in order to look directly into those brilliant green eyes.

"Really" Harry said, gently brushing some of Draco's hair off of his face.