My Snake Charmer | Harry Potter x Draco Malfoy |

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So this is gonna be Harry's view/Draco's view. HP is Harry, DM is Draco. <3 WARNING: THIS BOOK MAY CONTAIN TRIGGERING MATERIALS, I WILL TELL YOU WHEN. BE SAFE MY HEDGEHOGS.

HP's p.o.v.

I'm running through the halls, looking for a way out of this madness. I'm freaking out, I don't know what to do anymore. I see a door, and sprint for it. It's open, but... It's a cupboard full of supplies. I can't breathe, this'll have to do . I rush in, and slam the door shut, leaning against it. I fall to the floor, my head in my hands, rocking back and forth, crying uncontrollably. Again. For the sixth time today. My chest feels so tight, it hurts, everything hurts.

This is the worst panic attack I've had since the war has been over. And I'm scared.

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DM's p.o.v.

I'm just walking the halls, skipping potions. I take out an apple from my secret pocket in my cloak. Damn, it's been a solid five hours since I last ate, and I'm ravenous. I take a bite just as I see a fifth year Slytherin hexing a door shut, yelling, "Back in the cupboard, Potter! Just where you belong! " They run away, since they obviously didn't see me. Probably best for them. Tsk. I smooth down my hair, and strut over to the door.

Hm they weren't joking, this is a cupboard. And I do believe I heard someone crying. And banging on the door. Yes, definitely Potter. That handsome git. Wait handsome? Well, yes but, what? Whatever for now. I knock on the door twice, and the crying ceases. "Let me out, please, who ever you are! I can't do this right now! Someone, help me!" His voice cracks. I feel ... Bad? Pity towards the chosen one? Maybe so..

"Yes, Potter? What does the "chosen one" want now?" My voice is just dripping with sarcasm. Perfect. "Does he need saving from yet another cupboard??" I erupt in laughter, until I hear a slight sob. Is he... Crying again? Oh god I'm sorry Harry I didn't mean to hurt you- "Fuck. Fine. I'll help you. Alohemora(A/N I ACTUALLY FORGOT HOW TO SPELL IT IM SORRY)" The door bursts open.

HP's p.o.v.

I jump as the door opens, wiping my tears with my sleeve, faded and red scars almost seen. "Thank you, oh my god. Thank you! How can I repay yo- MALFOY! WHAT THE BLOODY HELL!" I trip and fall into a pile of filthy, wet, used rags. Probably Filch's. Oh bloody gross, I don't want to know what that wet, gooey stuff is. Great. I'm having THE WORST PANIC ATTACK, I'm freaking out, I'm scared and who finds me? Only Draco Malfoy! I look away, fresh tears pouring down my cheeks, my face heating up. Why did it have to be him? If only Ron and Hermione were real friends to me. I really didn't want this boy seeing me weak and unstable. Anyone, as a matter of fact. Especially,

The boy I love.