My Snake Charmer | Harry Potter x Draco Malfoy |

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DM's p.o.v.
My face goes blank as I see the mess before me. I drop what facade I had put up, and walk into the small room. Potter's staring at me like I'm a fish with four heads, but I am a nice person who helps. I think. I crouch down beside the poor lad and take his very warm-and strong?- hand , pulling him up into my arms. That's not something you'll hear me say often. "Shhh, it's okay, just breathe. Breathe and hold my hand, squeeze it if you need to. I-I'm here... It's going to be okay Harry." I try and console him. If only I really knew how..

HP's p.o.v.
Rocking back and forth, lost in my anxiety, I don't feel myself standing up, or holding Draco's hand. I do feel his breath on my neck, his scent invading my senses and I close my eyes. I let my tears fall freely, taking deep shaky breathes, just like he tells me to. I manage to calm down, and as I open my eyes I realize I've been sitting on his lap resting my head on his shoulder. I-I should move, this isn't okay... I push myself back from him, only to find him pull my back against his body.  This.. I like this... My body starts to tremble, and soon enough I'm sobbing grossly, letting out every ounce of pain and suffering I had been holding in. I haven't been held, let alone touched, since my parents died. Between sobs, I manage to ask, "W-why are y-you doing t-this?" I knew that the answer might do more harm than good in my current state, but I had to ask. All those years of torture and suddenly he's sitting here with me in this cursed closet, holding me close, his scent of cinnamon and metal invading my senses.... Slowly, my sobs quiet down, and we're left in the silence.  

DM's p.o.v.

It kills me to see him like this, all weak and blubbering, his beautiful green eyes shining through the tears, his button nose red from wiping it, his soft lips, slightly apart, his warm breath on my chest.... I need to clear my head, he's manipulating me into falling in- no, no no, that's not true, that's not right, I am a Malfoy, and I do not have feelings  for Potter. Rolling my shoulders, I nudge him with my right one. "Come on, let's get you cleaned up." I mutter, trying to sound like my old bitchy self; I can't let him see me vulnerable. "I've got some extra snacks in my room. They're yours if you want them. It's not like I was actually  going to eat them, it's just that the girls in Slytherin love to get me idiotic gifts and most of them are just snacks and chocolate frogs and whatever.." I trailed off, knowing fully well that I was blubbering on like a twat.

HP's p.o.v

Even through my ringing ears, I heard him perfectly clearly. Was he seriously giving me something, without a catch, without a reason? That can't be, this is Draco Malfoy we're talking about! He's always got some evil plan brewing inside that magnificently intelligent brain of his..

Woah. Enough. "I would ap-p-preciate it.." Heat rose to my cheeks; I wasn't even able to talk to him without getting flustered, what the hell is wrong with me? With a huff, I push myself off of him, brushing the dust off my robes, fixing my hair to cover my eyes as well as possible. "Where to?" My eyes feel dry, and my nose hurts from wiping it on my sleeve, dammit I hate crying. 

"I just want to get out of here...."

DM's p.o.v.

Hearing that was like a punch in the gut. He's so weak, so vulnerable right now, I feel like a taking him under my wing and protecting him from the world. What am I saying?  I used to be the reason he would skip, the reason his life was- is -a living hell. Would he let me? I'll start in a less obvious way, and see if he notices... 

"Come, let's get you cleaned up," I grab his wrist roughly, but he winces, and I ease my grip, pulling him out of the closet into the hallway. Making sure no one was near, I slipped my arm around his waist to hold him up. He's so fragile.. "Alright, almost there, come on.." I pretty much dragged him to my common room, careful not to run into anyone we know. "This would ruin my reputation," I hissed. Finally, we reached the stairs, and I threw him gently onto my shoulders, so the stairs would let us through. 

Thankfully, since I'm a Malfoy, I get a room all to myself, which I am so thankful for. Turning my head, I see his eyes are semi-closed, he's drifting off.. I brush the hair out of his eyes and damn, his eyes are mesmerizing.. 

His limp body lands on my bed with a thud and I wince. "Sorry.." I crouched beside my bed and pulled out my reserve of goodies. "What would you like?" He grumbled softly, "Chocolate please.." I grab whatever chocolate I could find, and sit on the bed beside him, pulling him up so he's leaning on my shoulder. "Eat. You need to regain your strength." Harry looks up at me, and those gorgeous eyes just stare into mine. I feel my heart beat through my shirt, the rhythmic pounding drowning out the rest of the world. In this moment, it's just him and I. 

His breath is warm, I feel it on my neck, it's still shaky from crying. I-I want to lean in and feel the soft pink skin of his lips tenderly pressed against my own... The warm pit in my stomach grows, and it turns into butterflies. Am I really going to do this? Screw it, yes I am. Right now the only thing I'm craving is him. 

Him.

Looking straight into his eyes, I lean in, dropping my gaze to his lips. I can tell he's watching my every move, his face contorting as emotions flow. 

Finally...