I Believe You (Drarry One Shot)

I Believe You

Authors Note: Hey guys!!! Just want to say a HUGE thank you to ellienerd14 who I co-wrote this story with I thoroughly enjoy writing with you girl :)
Other than that: ENJOY

Harry watched slightly enviously as both Hermione and Ron left the station, chatting with their parents happily. The Dursleys, probably deliberately, were late to pick him from station.

Harry turned to Hedwig, who looked at him with her golden eyes in an almost pitying way. Like she understood the pain from seeing Cedric's death - the cry, the flash of green, the cold laughter from Voldemort. The fear and uncertainty that coursed though his veins since the night in the maze. A gentle tug on his too-big jacket lead Harry to turn around. He was half expecting it to be Ron or Hermione, maybe of the Creevey brothers. Harry was certainly not expecting to see Draco Malfoy, especially with a look of concern in his grey eyes.

Harry wanted to be rude as usual and tell him to shove off, but the string of recent events had Harry feeling defeated and down so he just stood there. Malfoy made to say something but quickly closed his mouth. He stood awkwardly for a brief moment then, appearing to have made up his mind, gave Harry a quick embrace. Harry was left dumbfounded, just standing there while this boys arm were giving him sympathy and a strange feeling of protection. But just as quick as it had started it ended. Malfoy let go and turned sprinting along platform 9 3/4 away from Harry.

Harry felt strange watching him go. Like Draco was something over than his enemy. Harry wasn't prepared to wait for the term to start for answers, and as he found a piece of crumpled paper on the floor, he might not have too.

'I believe you'

It was Draco, Harry recognized the handwriting of his blonde... enemy? Still confused by Malfoys sudden personality switch, Harry smoothed out the paper, turning it over to search for more text. He found nothing more than the four words in written hastily purple ink, but carefully saved it in his pocket anyway.

Three unimpressed muggles appeared looking extremely displeased.

"Boy!" Harry's uncle shouted, giving Harry a look that reminded him vaguely of Hermoine whenever SPEW came up.

"Yes?" Harry asked, sounding defeated.

"Car."

Harry followed his muggle family, his free hand still stroking the paper.

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Private Drive was just as horrible as it always was. Harry avoided everyone where possible and went to the park everyday. The only thing that was really different was the haunting nightmares, which he'd gotten every night since that night when Cedric had died. Harry had woken in pools of sweat tied up in knotted sheets and yelling for Cedric or at Voldemort.

The events of the last year had changed Harry, confusing both his days and nights consumed by dark and lonely thoughts. The lack of his usual letters from Hermione and Ron wasn't helping, Hedwig was constantly restless, hooting at Harry though his cage.

"Sorry, but I've got no letters for you." Harry told her, feeding her a few toast crumbs to appease her.

Looking over to where his Defense Against the Dark Arts book lay, with Dracos note as a bookmark, Harry had an idea. "Actually."

Picking up some some parchment and a quill, Harry started his letter to Malfoy.

Harry's quill scratched the parchment gently, forming cursive letters. He paused and reread his words.

'Why did you give me that Malfoy and why would you hug me???' Deciding it was too forward he scrunched up the paper and tossed it into the rubbish bin. He pulled out another piece of parchment and began writing again stopping only to read the finished product