Best friends ➤ Drarry |COMPLETED|

Chapter 84

Draco's POV
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Months went by, voldemort growing more angry with me for not getting my task done. Harry's been going to more meetings with Dumbledore, and I haven't figured out the vanishing cabinet. My mark is burning horribly all the time too. It feels like having your arm be dipped in hot lava and then scratched at with barbwire.
There were times where I had to get up and run out of a classroom or the Great Hall because it hurt so much. I couldn't keep sobs in, no matter how hard I tried. It fucking sucks.
Harry always helps me though. He's there through everything, trying to bring me some happiness during those situations. It helped a lot, because he's the only one that makes me smile any more.
He's also been protective lately too. Like really protective. Just a few days ago, I was walking in the hallways before someone was making fun of me because I had to leave the room while I was crying. They started shoving me around, saying I was weak and a baby. I tried getting away, but no. They wouldn't have that. Once held me back as another punched me, and one stood on my feet so I wouldn't be able to kick.
"This is what you get, gay boy," is what one of them said. I thought they were making fun of me for running out, but no. It was a hate crime by a group of homophobes.
Everyone was trying to help, but no one could get through them. Eventually Harry rounded the corner, saw us, and ran over. I had never seen him more mad than he was at that moment. He punched the guy attacking me in the neck, and the others, all he had to do was look at them and they ran away. Damn. What is the world coming to?
I snapped out of my thoughts and took in my surroundings. Harry and I were just curled up on a chair in our dorm room, watching the tv that Harry bought in Hogsmeade. It didn't take that much of convincing Severus to let us have one.
I was straddling Harry's hips, hugging his neck with my head in his shoulder. Harry's arms were around my waist, hugging me close. We were both just in boxers and a t-shirt.
I loved when we could do this. It makes me feel like we aren't in a messed up world where a psychopath is trying to kill my boyfriend and is threatening to kill me if I don't kill the headmaster of our school. I can just appreciate that I have a boyfriend to cuddle with. And that I know I have someone that loves me.
I nuzzled my face deeper into Harry's neck, smelling his cologne. He moved his head so that it was pressed on top of mine, and I kissed his neck softly, not leaving bruises or anything.
Come to think of it we haven't really done anything in a while. I haven't even thought about it. Was he mad we weren't having sex? I mean we're teenagers so I have no clue.
Then my mind went to horrible thoughts. What if I wasn't enough for him? What if he didn't like that we weren't having sex as much as we used to? What if he was with someone else to have sex? What if he hates me because I can't sexually please him? What if he don't want to have sex with a slimy disgusting death eater? Holy lord.
"Draco?" Harry asked. I snapped out of my thoughts. "Draco you're hyperventilating are you okay? Baby?"
Harry pushed me back from him a little so he could look at me, and he was correct, I was hyperventilating. I nodded.
"I-I'm okay," I said.
Harry picked me up and brought me to bed, and kissed my forehead before going to the bathroom.

Harry's POV
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Draco suddenly started hyperventilating out of no where, and wouldn't stop. It seemed to be getting worse. If I tried shaking him a bit, he didn't budge. I tried talking to him, nothing worked.
"Draco?" I asked louder. "Draco you're hyperventilating are you okay?" That was probably the dumbest thing to ask. "Baby?"
I pushed him back a little bit, and examined him. He nodded after a few seconds.
"I-I'm okay." He said.
I wrapped my arms around him, and picked him up. I brought him across the room, and put him on the bed. I grabbed some pajama pants for him, and he took them with shaky arms. I kissed his forehead and walked to the bathroom.
I rummaged through our medicine cabinet we had there. I was looking for something to help him, but not something as strong as my medication. I walked back out, and saw Draco holding himself together. His legs were pressed to his chest, and his head was in his knees.
"Want medicine?" I asked. He shook his head. "Okay, baby."
I had him curl up to me, and he pressed his face to my chest. I pet his hair, and frowned when I felt his tears soak through my shirt.
"Hey... What's the matter?" I asked softly as I picked his head up slowly.
"Nothing." He said, and put his face back in my chest.
"Ba-"
"I don't wanna talk about it, please." He asked with a pleading and cracking voice.
"Okay, whatever you need. I love you." I told him.
"I Love you too." He whispered. He seemed a little unsure of what he said. I furrowed my eyebrows and kissed his head.
He fell asleep, but I was just left awake with my thoughts. What's wrong with Draco?
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K

Uh so these next few chapters are going to be a lot of info to take in in a short period of time because I waited so long to put everything in and I have writers block besides ideas I had already, so yeah. Be prepared.

This chapter was short, but it's leading up to stuff. K.

~kittay 💋