Drarry; the last horcrux

Chapter 45

'What are you staring at?' Draco asks and Harry flushes.

'Just wondering how we've gone from enemies to boyfriends this fast.' He replies.

Draco wondered that to in the past few days, but he couldn't find an explanation. He guesses he himself has always been attracted to Harry, but he covered it up with hatred.
'Lots of things changed.' He replies.

'I think it hasn't changed enough.'

Draco raises his eyebrows, he thinks there were quite enough changes for now, but Draco never liked changes.
'How that so?'

'Well, I feel a bit cheated, I mean, I defeated Voldemort but it appears that a part of him is still here. I thought I wouldn't have to hide anything anymore, and yet here I am, hiding almost everything going on in my life right now. Even from my best friends.'

Draco's smile fades and scoots closer to Harry, wrapping his arm around him.
'I'm sorry.' He whispers and adds:
'But in three weeks, you don't have to hide anything from your friends anymore.'

'It isn't your fault, I know it's for the better, I should stop pitying myself.'

'I don't think you pity yourself enough, look at what you've been through.'
Draco says and Harry lays his head on his shoulder, causing him to smile.
'You're going to pity yourself three minutes long, starting now.' Draco says and Harry looks up at him confused.

'I'm not going to pity myself, you're being ridiculous.' He says and Draco shrugs.

'Shall I start than?'

'If you want, but I don't see why-' Harry  is cut of by Draco starting his rant.

'Okay. First, my parents raised me teaching me to never show any emotion except anger. My father would punish me with hexes if I did something he didn't like. I wasn't allowed to play outside, I wasn't allowed to make my robes dirty. I rarely played with toys because 'Malfoys don't need such low entertainment.'
My mother secretly read me books though, that was nice, but I wasn't allowed to invite friends over. I didn't even have friends, I was locked in the manor like a prisoner, and got homeschooled by my father.
Pansy was my only friend because our parents decided that we had to marry.
I was relieved when I went to school, to escape the constant hexes and disgusted looks from my father. I did everything to please him at the time, but it was never enough. Than, I wanted to be your friend on the train, but I didn't realize my father taught me the wrong things. I didn't realize there was another name for muggleborns than mudbloods and I didn't realize wealth had nothing to do with personality. When you refused my hand, I felt so angry that I decided to be your enemy, if I couldn't be your friend.
For the following 3 years, I was relatively happy, only having to go home for Christmas and summer.
But in fourth year Voldemort came back and he lived in our house once again. He made me watch how he punished people, he tested how though I was, if I was to be a good death-eater.
I tried my hardest to please my father, but the harder I tried, the more disapprovingly looked. I got the mark in the summer before 6th year. They made me torture muggleborns, I didn't want to do it, but I was afraid he'd kill me and my family if I didn't.
After the war, my father told me he was sorry how he raised me. Sorry for making my childhood a hell. He said that Voldemort had forced him. Make him vow it. Make him vow he would make his son the perfect death-eater.
I believed him so easily, too easily. He looked so sincere but I guess I was too naive.'
Draco casts a quick tempus, 4 minutes, 1 minute too much.
Harry gapes at him and pulls him into a hug.
'See?I feel better, now I told you my story, I don't think I've told Pansy and Blaise this much.' Draco says. Of course, he didn't like to share his past and fears, but he realized it was necessary to get Harry to talk.
And Draco knew Harry needed to talk.