When you see my truth (drarry fanfic)

Chapter 13. A walk

-Harry's pov-

We decided to take it slow. What he told me... It was awful. I would never have imagined that... He had tried to save someone? Draco Malfoy, the most selfish, idiotic prat I've ever met, actually cared for a girl once. Actually put his life at stake to save the girl. I suddenly got a great urge to know more about her. To know more about Draco. What if the Draco I've known for the past years wasn't the real Draco? What if it was a boy who was formed by his father, not himself?

I couldn't stop thinking about it. I started study him more, his movements, his face, his everything. I noticed things I've never seen before. How his eyes slightly reacts every time I do a sudden noise, like he's on guard for something, and how he always bury his thumb in his hand when he's nervous. When I realised that thing with his hand I smiled. I saw how he actually was nervous more often than I knew. He could have that bully facade and yet be clenching his hand so hard that I'll almost think his thumb is going to break, and that almost makes me laugh.

He was out more too. Over the weekend we went for a walk, he always fell behind, but I just waited for him. He was very shy with talking about himself, he usually kept to short answers. But he answered. That's all I could ask of him. And I was right. He was a different person under what he refers to as the Malfoy mask. He was actually pretty decent.

We were now walking under the great foliage on a small road not too long away from the house. It was Sunday afternoon and tomorrow our lessons would start. The birds was singing and when I turned my head to look at Draco I noticed that he was actually smiling. He was looking at the foliage and smiled. I realised that I had actually never seen him smile. When he saw me staring his cheeks started blushing and he looked down at the ground. Shy. The real Draco is shy? I laughed at the thought until I saw Draco's confused face, then I just shook my head and fixed my gaze forwards.

-Draco's pov-

I don't know what has happened. I don't know anything anymore. I was so sure that I'll stay away from him and that'll be it. That he will not bother me if I didn't bother him. Why did he come for me then? Why has he actually tried to get me to eat? I'll die anyway. Why do he care? But I'm glad he does. I'm glad that he doesn't look at me with despite anymore. His gaze isn't unpleasantly hateful. It's soft, slightly amused.

I walked besides him with my gaze at the ground. When did I start open up to him? It had just been three days. Not even that. One evening, one day and a day up until now. I had actually told him about Melonie. I hadn't been able to stop myself. I had just felt that piercing eyes on me and when I look up, I couldn't see anything else than real concern. That's why I told him. A thing I didn't tell him was exactly how much I blamed myself for her death. It could have been avoided. If I'd just obeyed my father and stopped being with her when he told me to... If I'd just not approached her that first time... If I'd just not started talking to her... It was my fault. It's because I am the freak my father says I am she died. I hate myself. I hate everything... except Harry. I don't hate Harry. I love Harry. I'm so sorry that he has to drag around with me this two weeks. I must be troubling him a lot...

"Our lessons begin tomorrow." Harry said besides me. I looked up. "Yeah."

-Harry's pov-

It's kind of hard to talk to him. Not like when I' with Hanna. When I'm with Hanna the words just flow out. I can talk about anything, but now it's quiet. I can see how Draco's knuckles starts to turn white from the force he's using to clench his hands. He must really be tense. Then I got an idea. What if I only... It could be a sign of friendship couldn't it? I reached out my hand and grabbed his. This is only for him to be comfortable, I convinced myself. I felt him tighten up a bit, but then relaxed. His small fingers slid trough mine and we were actually holding hands as we walked. This must look so wrong, good thing we're the only ones here.

-Draco's pov-

I'm... I'm... holding Harry's hand. It's really Harry's hand, in mine! Why? Why did he do that? I glanced at him. He returned the look with a smile. I smiled shyly back. Why was I so shy? I've never been shy around Harry before! I was always big, cocky and mean. What happened? Why does my cheeks burn? I looked down at the ground again. It was actually pretty nice. Feeling the air on my face, walking totally surrounded in green, hearing the water pour in a creek not far from here. I felt... safe. Yes. I felt safe, here, besides Harry, in the middle of nowhere. I was safe. No father, no people in black, no dungeons. No big silk bed... No pain.

I was happy. For the first time since I could remember. I was happy.

-Harry's pov-

Now I get it. I can always talk with Hanna. With Hanna I can talk about much. But with Draco, I don't need to talk. With Draco, it feels amazing to just walk besides him. Maybe someday I'll tell him everything about me, and he'll tell me everything about himself.

I didn't want to think about anything now. Not about the fact that he is going to die. Not about the fact that we actually barely are friends. I just wanted to walk here, quiet, besides him with my hand in his.