°•°•𝐓𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐦𝐞, 𝓘 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮 𝔂𝓸𝓾..•°• Dɾαɾɾყ AU 🐍🦁

⋆✳𝑭𝒐𝒍𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒊𝒏𝒈✳⋆

ᴍᴇʜ, ɪᴋ ᴀᴍ ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛɪɴɢ ᴀꜰᴛᴇʀ ᴀ ᴠᴇʀʏ ᴠᴇʀʏ ꜱᴇʀɪᴏᴜꜱʟʏ ʟᴏɴɢ ᴀꜱꜱ ʙʀᴇᴀᴋ ʙᴜᴛ ʙᴜᴛ ʙᴜᴛ!

ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ, ɪ ʟᴏꜱᴛ ᴀʟʟ ᴍᴏᴛɪᴠᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ɪɴ ᴀʟʟ ꜱᴇʀɪᴏᴜꜱɴᴇꜱꜱ

ʙᴜᴛ ʜᴇʀᴇ ɪꜱ ᴀ ɴᴇᴡ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ɪ ᴛᴏᴛᴀʟʟʏ ᴅɪᴅ ɴᴏᴛ ᴡʀɪᴛᴇ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍɪᴅᴅʟᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ɴɪɢʜᴛ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜꜱᴇ ɪ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅɴ'ᴛ ꜱʟᴇᴇᴘ ᴀꜱ ɪ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛ ᴍʏ ʀᴏᴏᴍ ᴀɴᴅ ʙᴀᴛʜʀᴏᴏᴍ ɪꜱ ʜᴀᴜɴᴛᴇᴅ

ʟɪᴋᴇ- ɪᴛ'ꜱ ꜱᴏ ꜱᴛᴜᴘɪᴅ, ᴡʜᴏ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴅᴏ ᴛʜᴀᴛ? ʀɪɢʜᴛ-? 

ᴀɴʏɢᴀʏ, ɪꜱɴ'ᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴀᴄᴋɢʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴘɪᴄ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ꜱᴏ ʙᴇᴀᴜᴛɪꜰᴜʟ? ɪᴋʀ, ɪᴛ'ꜱ ᴀᴍᴀᴢɪɴɢ. (ᴀɢᴀɪɴ, ɪᴅᴋ ᴡʜᴏ ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ɪᴛ 😭🙏🏻)

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(Third person's POV)

Harry went back to the Gryffindor rooms pretty early, even before Draco could wake up. It was one thing that he was sore all over but he didn't give a single shit. To his surprise, Ron and Hermione were asleep in the common room, both of them shifting in their places uncomfortably but also without consciousness. Did they fall asleep waiting for him or something? That's sweet. 

Harry smiled slightly as he silently joined them, tucking them both in warm blankets before resting his back on the sofa where Ron slept laying, and Hermione was on the ground, hugging her knees as she laid her head on it, a book labelled Magical drafts and theories laid besides her. 

He sat down between the 2, and thought deeply on whether or not could he really trust Draco Malfoy. This was a complicated situation. 

Sure, they had a one-night stand the same night and also sure, that Harry had told the other that he had been forgiven but.. deep down, the scar still hurt, even if it's just a little-- actually, it hurt a lot. He had gotten issues he couldn't easily get out off.

 He tried shifting a little towards Ron so he would have some blanket too, but his hips pained. He groaned slightly as he tucked Ron in the blankets. He stared into the fire and absent mindedly looked at the scars: "I must not tell lies."

If he mustn't tell lies then why lying to the other? Giving him false hopes? Why lying to himself thinking that a simple one night stand can fix the wound which burnt more than the one on his right hand which was so ruthlessly caused by Umbridge. 

Still, it was a remainder of his actions. 

He must not tell lies. 

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"C'mon mate, just tell us where did you go all night!" Ron exclaimed, requesting Harry to tell where he had disappeared to last night, he hadn't told anyone what had happened, not even Hermione. Although Harry thought that she has probably started to get the hints, even that much couldn't have been said if she hadn't been throwing side-eyes towards Harry whenever she saw Draco somewhere around the place they would be in. 

Ron was growing restless, on the other hand. 

Just that afternoon during transfiguration class with the Hufflepuffs, Hermione suddenly asked Harry, "You were with Malfoy last night, weren't you?" Harry got caught so off guard that he accidentally turned his quill into a bird without even knowing how. 

"Hey, come back! I still need my quill--..and there it goes out the window.. are you kidding me?!" He exclaimed, irritated as he sat down back on his seat grumpily. Hermione looked at him unamused before continuing, "Don't ignore my words just for a quill you can easily replace, you have 2 more spare quills. Anyway, am I right or-- well, I am just right." She said, folding her arms as he looked at Harry. 

Harry sighed and avoided eye contact when he replied, "How did u figure it out? Is something obvious?" She shrugged at the question and said, "Not at all, at least, for dumb eyes like Ron, but that foundation on your neck.. which I am sure you summoned out of my trunk since mine was missing, is poorly blended and doesn't match your skin tone. I pretty much knew it was a hickey."