The Re-Sorting [Drarry, TW SMUT]

I Let Him In.

1st POV - Harry

Draco, still, stood just inside the doorway, his body tense like a coiled spring. His eyes darted around the dimly lit hallway of Grimmauld Place, lingering on the shadows cast by the flickering candlelight. I could practically feel the battle raging in his head—distrust, uncertainty, fear. 

I still wasn’t sure why I had let him in. Maybe because I saw something in his expression that reminded me of myself. Maybe because, despite everything, I didn’t want him to be alone. 

I stepped past him, ignoring the way he flinched slightly when my arm brushed his. “Follow me.” 

I wanted to know everything right then and there, just as I had forced.

Draco hesitated but then moved, his footsteps nearly silent as he trailed behind me up the stairs. I led him to one of the empty bedrooms—small, but better than nothing. When I opened the door, dust swirled in the air, and the mattress was bare. 

“It’s not much,” I said, stepping aside. “But it’s better than sleeping on the street.” 

Draco moved to the edge of the room, glancing around with sharp eyes. His hands twitched at his sides like he wasn’t sure what to do with them. I leaned against the doorframe, watching him. 

“You look like hell, Malfoy.” 

Draco let out a quiet, bitter laugh. “Feel like it too.” He turned to me, his expression guarded. “You’re taking a risk, letting me in.” 

I crossed my arms. “Yeah, well, I’ve made worse choices.” 

He tilted his head slightly. “So have I.” 

Heavy silence. For the first time in years, we weren’t speaking as enemies or as friends, but something else—something unfamiliar and fragile. 

I exhaled. “Get some rest. We’ll talk in the morning.” 

Draco didn’t argue. He just nodded, his face unreadable. As I turned to leave, I heard his voice, quiet and hesitant. 

“Potter.” 

I stopped. 

“…Thanks.” 

I didn’t look back. “Don’t make me regret it.” 

I closed the door behind me, but the tension in my chest didn’t ease. 

This was a mistake. It had to be. 

So why did it feel like the right thing to do?