When you see my truth (drarry fanfic)

Chapter 8. Confession

-Draco's pov-

Am I in heaven already? No, that can't be. I'm a screw up, I deserve hell, but then, what is all the light? I slowly opened my eyes, only to find the most intensive green I've ever seen. The eyes looked upon me, I couldn't read the look. But I knew who's eyes it is. Like I'll ever be able to forget. Harry. My Harry. No, not my. Never my. Just Potter.

Potter was staring down at me. This has to be death. Why else would he look at me without hatred in his eyes?

I stared back. I believed this was a dream, until the pain shot back.

I could feel it. Headache, legs, arms, chest, everywhere. I closed my eyes in pain and twisted in the bed. I heard Potters worried voice calling someone. I wasn't sure who. I couldn't hear clearly.

Someone put something cold against my lips. I parted them, the person clearly wanted me to. Then some kind of fluid ran down my throat. It was cold and soft and felt like silk, but the taste was awful. It was horrible. I started coughing just to experience more pain, but then, it stopped. The pain stopped. Must be the potion I reminded myself.

I opened my eyes a second time and could now find another person, madam Pomfrey. I looked around. I was in the hospital wing. I looked down. I was wearing hospital clothes. My eyes shot up in horror. The clothing did not have any arms. My scars were visible. Potter was here. He had definitely seen them! I hurriedly hid my arms under the blanket.

"It's alright Malfoy." Potter said, looking at me in concern. No, Potter couldn't be here, he couldn't see this. I couldn't be here, I couldn't be alive!

"NO, leave!" I screamed. Potter was obviously taken back when he looked at me with surprise in his eyes. I don't want to se him, I can't se him, I can't want to se him. I turned my head away. Never would I give in. Not when I'm this close to death. Oh no, death. Suicide, father!

"Have you told my father?!" I almost screamed out in the infirmary.

Pomfrey looked curiously but severe at me. "No, we haven't informed Mr. Malfoy yet since you're no longer in critical condition, but a conversation with him is unavoidable. Just look at you boy. It was great luck that Mr. Potter found you." she said.

I knew how I looked, I knew how they must think that the right thing to do was to tell my caring father and mother. But they were wrong. Telling my father would mean terrible things, and was it Potter who saved my life? Why?

"Don't." I said and my voice was weak. No use keeping up the Malfoy mask now.

"Don't tell him please." Tears found their way down my cheeks. They were accompanied with more and soon I sat there sobbing and crying.

Pomfrey gave Potter a look and told him to stay with me and make sure nothing happened while she went to get Dumbledore. This was way to serious for to not inform the headmaster. I wanted to protest, but she had already left.

"Malfoy..." Potter started. I looked up in those wonderful eyes. "What happened? Why do you..." he couldn't finish, so I bitterly finished for him. "Look like this?"

He just simply nodded as an answer.

I crawled deeper under the blanket. It was never meant to be like this. If just not that stupid Potter had found me. Then everything would be perfect.

"You idiot!" I snapped. Pulling away the blanket. I was furious. He just had to come in and ruin it. First he ruins my life and then he ruins my death?

"Why couldn't you just leave me to die?! Didn't it fucking occur to you that I wanted to die!?!?" I screamed. Fortunately, there were no one else present in the hospital wing.

Potter looked confused. "You're... angry?"

"Yes I'm bloody angry!" I yelled back.

"I couldn't just leave you there!" Potter said to his defence.

"Yes you could! You hate me, remember?"

"Just because I don't like you doesn't mean I would just let you die!" he got pretty fired up too.

"But I clearly wanted to! I don't want to look at you with that stupid girl clinging around you, I don't want to look at those stupid glasses and green eyes. I hate you! I hate everything! I hate everything!"

It was quiet for a while.

"You... hate my glasses? You take suicide for hating my glasses?"

I give up. He's a complete idiot. "No! I don't try to take my life for hating your fucking glasses, I take suicide for not hating fucking you!"

He looked if possible even more confused. Until he got a doubtful look. "Malfoy, you're a veela, and you hate me. But if you're now saying you're taking suicide for not hating me. Could it be..."

I wanted to disappear. Well, I've wanted to disappear for almost whole my life, but this was just silly. My face was so red I seriously thought it was going to explode. I don't want him to know. Idon'twanthimtoknow,Idon'twanthimtoknow,Idon'twanthimtoknow. He knows... I could see it in his eyes. He knows.

"Could it be... You've mated? With me?"

I didn't respond. But in not responding I gave him a sort of response. My silence gave him all the assurance he needed. "But that's silly, you despite me, can't stand me. I can't stand you and that's the way it's always been. You're an awful mean little git. Why would you..." he grew quiet. He couldn't figure it out.

"I'll die." I said. Looking him right in to the eyes. "I'll die, Potter... Falling in love with you would secure my death."

He looked horrified. "You're using me to die?" he sounded doubtful.

A small laugh slipped trough my lips. "Ironic isn't it? Please Potter, just pretend nothing happened." I said.

-Harry's pov-

Pretend like nothing happened?! How the FUCK would I be able to pretend like nothing happened?!?! Malfoy was looking at me with tired grey eyes. They had lost its sparkle. They were dull, unseeingly, unfocused in front of him.

"I can't do that!" I said. Malfoy's eyes snapped back focus and looked at me.

"Yes you can. I don't need you meddling in my busness. You weren't supposed to save me in the first place! I don't want you here."

"Malfoy, you're seriously telling me to butt off now?"

"Yes! I am! What would you be able to do for me anyways? I'm going to die in almost two months, and there's nothing you can do about it, so do as you kindly suggested, butt off!"

I didn't have anything to say against it. There was only one way I could truly save him, and that would be to make him my mate too. But he clearly didn't want that, and I absolutely didn't want that. I wasn't gay. I didn't even like Malfoy. Yeah, I do think that all the scars are something no one should have on their body, but I still didn't like Malfoy, and it was just a little more than four hours ago that he said those horrible things, so why was I still here? I didn't know. But just in that moment the doors opened and Pomfrey entered with the company of Dumbledore and Professor Snape.