Because he really knows me : A Drarry Story

Chapter 1

"You make me feel alive Even when I'm half dead Jake. You've made my life worth living and I can't live if you're not there! So please dont fucking leave me after all of this!" Cody screamed as rain soaked him, calling out to his best friend, who he had fallen for.
"I'm sorry, I can't. I just can't accept what you have so casually. I don't know who I am anymore. Just... Leave me alone. I'm done- whatever this was, we're done." Jake spoke as he felt his own heart break into a thousand pieces.

"Fuck. You. Jake." Muttered Harry as he took off his glasses, wiping the tears that filled his face.
"Fuckin best book ever." He muttered to himself as he shut the book and sighed as he looked out of the window.
They had not started moving yet, still at platform 9 3/4
He was back for his 8th year and as you could notice, he had started a hobby, reading Queer muggle romance fiction.
It was nice, a real stress reliever as it was a stress giver.
It kept Harry relaxed but excited and made him sad too when heartbreaking things happened in the book.
But it was so much better than his real life.
He could never find a guy who loved him. And even if he did, there was no guarantee it would end up happily ever after.

In the books it's different, you know even after the most heart wrenching things, they will end up together. Like this book he was reading, 180 pages left to read... They will end up together.

These thoughts made him sad, but not added than he already was.
He was still sniffing after that little cry sesh.
He thought he was in his privacy, no one knew he read queer romance and stuff... Hell no one even knew he was a queer himself.
He was gay. And he had accepted this for a long time now, but the thing about being a closet case is that you can't date. You can't mess around. Fuck you can't even kiss someone. Especially when you are the fucking chosen one.

Atleast thats over now.

Harry jumped a bit when the door opened, revealing no one other than Draco Malfoy.

Rushing to wipe his tears and grabbing his glasses, Harry said, "What- what are you doing here?" Trying to hide his book next to his thigh which was near the window trying to act innocent.
"Here to sit, is not against the law, Potter.." were you crying?

Draco thought but he let it go, he wasn't close enough or at all to be asking shit he shouldn't care about.

"Never said it was Malfoy." Harry spoke as he kept his eyes on the window, looking at the tall blonde's reflection, watching him put away his trunks and bend down and  stretch up.

Classic closet case me.. He thought.

Harry observed Draco and his posture.
Even after everything, He still has his Malfoy confidence and the same resting bitch face he usually had.
The only difference was that instead of a black hot suit and cufflinks, he wore black skinny jeans and a forest green hoodie, and forest green boots with a pointed nose made of velvet.
He had style and looked good.
He had a ring on his finger and his hair was a diabolical mess.... A very hot diabolical mess.

He looked so different than Harry had ever seen him and as much as he hated him, he knew that his gayness would show if he met eyes with the blonde boy.

He couldn't see the boys eyes, he wanted to though... He always loved those silver orbes.. even though they were stuck to a fuckin asshole.

Something same along the lines of he is such a fucking bastard but he is so cute was going on inside Draco's head.
He was finally free , free to live, free to choose his own choices, his own clothes, make his own hair the way he wanted , choose his lovers.
Everything.
But..one thing among all was the lover bit.
The person he liked was the kind of person he couldn't date.

He had been through this when his father had beat him to death and made him a death Eater as punishment for loving.
Loving the boy who lived.
The boy who was right infront of him, stealing glances, looking so adorable wearing his usual loose plad shirts and pants, his messy hair that he longed to run his hands through and those green emrald eyes that he wished he had the courage to look into.
Maybe all I love about you I probably imagine...
It's stupid of me to think you could ever be mine.

I wish it was only me who could really love and appreciate you.
All those people look at you like you're some tourist attraction.. but you are so much more than that .

So much more.
And I know that.
Because I know you.
I know you. from far away and up close.