HARRY POTTER ONESHOTS

T/LT2. Harry and Draco- Everything

The corridors of Hogwarts felt like a winding labyrinth, and your heart was just as tangled with uncertainty.

Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy, two magnetic and polarizing figures, had unexpectedly become a significant part of your life. It was their striking differences that had initially drawn you in: Harry, the epitome of bravery, and Draco, the embodiment of enigmatic charm. They both made it clear from the start that they didn't want to confine you, granting you the freedom to navigate your heart as you saw fit.

Yet, as time wore on, their contrasting personalities began to clash, and their possessiveness and relentless competition threatened to unravel the fragile threads of your budding relationships.

For a long time you had desperately tried to make it work, enchanted by the allure of Harry's unwavering courage and Draco's complex vulnerability. But with each passing day, the tension between them mounted, and you found yourself trapped in their incessant rivalry. It was an emotional maelstrom, tearing at your heart and soul, and it was clear that something needed to change.

One fateful evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon, painting the Hogwarts grounds with hues of gold and crimson, you summoned the courage to confront them. The weight of your emotions pressed down on you, making it difficult to find your voice. But you knew that honesty was the only way forward.

"Harry, Draco," you began, your voice trembling like leaves in the autumn wind. You couldn't help but let your gaze shift between them, taking in the stark contrast in their expressions. Harry's emerald eyes were clouded with uncertainty, while Draco's steel-blue gaze held a hint of vulnerability.

"I care deeply for both of you," you continued, your words carrying the weight of the world. "But the situation we're in...it's tearing us apart. You've both said you don't want to tie me down, yet your possessiveness and rivalry have made it impossible for us to continue like this..."

The silence that followed was deafening. You could see the realization dawning on their faces, the
acknowledgment of their own faults.

"I need space," you whispered, your voice barely audible, "to figure out what I want, and you both need time to work on your own issues. I can't keep getting caught in the crossfire."

Turning away, you felt a torrent of tears welling up inside you. It was an excruciating decision, but it was necessary. You had to find yourself amid this chaos, and they needed the opportunity to confront their own demons, without your sanity and mental wellbeing getting caught up in the middle of it--and they knew that there was nothing they could say to disagree or argue with your decision. Their collective silence solidified that they knew you were right.

Your story was more complicated than most in the hallowed halls of Hogwarts. You were a girl with a troubled past, a past that tied you to one of the darkest legacies in wizarding history. The truth is, your father was none other than Tom Riddle, better known as Lord Voldemort. It was a fact you had tried to keep hidden from everyone, even yourself, for as long as you could remember.

Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy had become an unexpected refuge in your life, drawn to you not just by their contrasting personalities but by a shared, unspoken understanding. They knew the truth about your lineage, and they knew the potential danger that lurked in the shadows.

They had, in their own way, become your protectors.
Their initial reluctance to commit to a relationship with you was not out of indifference, but stemmed from a deep-rooted fear. They had seen the darkness that ran in your bloodline, the threat that your own father represented. And they were determined to shield you from that looming danger.