The night of revelations and forts

The night of revelations and forts

Draco didn't comprehend why, but he wasn't able to grasp sleep's nurturing embrace. Maybe it was all the chocolates he ate earlier, perhaps it was the unhealthy amount of caffeine in his daily dosages coffee coming to bite him in the ass, or maybe his mind was too preoccupied with the thoughts of a green eyed gryffindor that usually haunted his mind during the day, coming back to keep him from his much needed slumber. Regardless of the reason, sleep was something unattainable for him tonight.

After he established that his attempts to sleep were to no avail, he grabbed his broom, dressing casually in black skinnies and a random T-shirt, then began to head out for a quick flight. Considering his previous streak of luck for never getting caught when having nightly outings past curfew, he felt confident about his chances tonight.

After a walk that felt eternal, he finally reached the beginnings of the forbidden forest. Flying for about an hour won't hurt, mean it was Saturday night (Sunday morning? Who knows time isn't real) so no classes will be happening when the sun rose making it possible for him to easily sleep in once this extra energy died down.

30 minutes later he felt ease finally commence to sink in. Nothing was out of the ordinary, just an average night. Until he noticed a person perched onto a long and narrow log, silently crying their eyes out in their hands. Draco couldn't tell who it was, their face was covered, but he'd recognize those tendrils of unruly black hair anywhere.

"Potter?" Draco said uncharacteristically gently.

"W-who's t-there?" Harry stuttered out, attempting to look up but it was hard to see who's in your path when your glasses are all fogged up.

Draco clenched his fists in attempts to control himself from running towards the brunette to comfort him.

"Sorry, I wasn't trying to spy on you. I was just flying for a bit, are you alright?"

"Oh okay, and I'm fine. You don't have to pity me. I don't need your fake sympathy. Enjoy your stroll" Harry snapped.

"You know, for someone who's bawling their eyes out, you don't look very fine. And snap at me all you want it won't make you feel better, trust me I've got years of experience in that department. So now, we're going to sit here and you're going to tell me what's wrong."

"And why would I do that?"

"Because you know it'll make you feel better,"

"And how do I know that you won't go and tell the whole school tomorrow?"

"How about this? We swap secrets, I'll even go first if it'll give you some sort of reassurance"

"Alright," Harry says reluctantly after a while.

"Cool," Draco said

Harry chuckled, "Are you normally this awkward?"

"In occasion, it's a rare that people catch me or point it out though."

"Why's that? Would 'father not approve'?" Harry mocked.

"Actually that's precisely the reason. You don't understand how awful it is, I can't make any actual friends without them wanting something from me. I'm lucky to have the ones I do, they aren't that bad once you get to know them."

"I wouldn't understand? You act like I'm not on the daily prophet every other day, like people don't have random people fall to my feet for no reason, I know that struggle all too well infuriatingly so."

"Well aren't we a match made in heaven then?" Draco says and then blushes realizing what he just said.

"Why are we having this conversation, why do you even care, Malfoy? No offense, but you usually hate me."