Until The Very End

"Watch out where you're going, Potter!" Draco yelled as he and Harry bump shoulders walking down a narrow hallway. All of Harry's quills, ink bottles, and books fell to the floor.

Harry was in a rush to get out of Potions and get to the Gryffindor tower to have his weekend to relax in his room.

Ron, Neville, Dean, and Seamus where staying with Hermione and Ginny at Hogmeade for a few nights so he'd have the room to himself.

There was nothing to do except stare at the map and obsess over Draco. Harry fancied the blond boy.

After making it to his room, Harry threw all his stuff in his trunk and plopped down on the bed then took the map out of his robes.

Draco was accompanied by three other guys who's names, he did not know. The three where rather closer to Draco than Harry would have liked to admit.

Throwing the cloke over himself, Harry set off towards Draco and the three other boys.

*~*

Harry could hear the conversation before he rounded the corner to Draco and the boys. He stopped behind the wall to listen.

"...and no one cares, Malfoy. No one does. Your worthless and no one loves you. Not even your parents, your mother only gave birth to you so they could carry out the Malfoy name."

Harry turned the corner to see Draco acrossed the hall, with his shoulders pinned to the wall by two of the boys on either side, while the third was spitting insults in his face. All three of the boys where towering over Draco, and where well built.

"You're a discussing sight to see, Malfoy."

The two boys released Draco while the third shoved him to the ground. The trio walked down the nearest corridor and out of sight.

Draco stood up slowly, not bothering to brush off his robes. With his head hung, he walked to Moaning Myrtle's bathroom.

*~*

Harry was stunned. Draco Malfoy, was being bullied? It didn't seem possible, yet Harry watched the whole thing play out.

Harry wasn't thinking what he was doing, but his gut- and his heart- told him to fallow Draco into the bathrooms.

Taking off the cloak and stuffing it into his robes, Harry, once again, followed Draco.

Harry stood in the door frame, his heart sank at the sight: Draco was staring into the bathroom's mirror with his back to Harry; crying.

His hands where gripping the side of the sink so hard his knuckles where white, and his body was shaking from the impact of his sobs. His grey eyes where bloodshot and his hair was sticking out in every direction.

Harry's heart broke just looking at him.

"Draco.."

Harry took a few steps forward so he was standing mearly five feet away.

Draco spun around and pointed his wand at Harry. Harry did not draw out his wand, he just stood with his arms at his sides.

"W-what do you want, P-Potter?"

Draco stuttered, desperately trying to choke down his sobs, while using his free hand do frantically wipe away his tears.

"Draco I-"

Harry didn't know what to say. 'I saw you getting bullied' 'I saw you sobbing over the sink' 'I am deeply in love with you'

"I- I saw what happened- earlier"