When you see my truth (drarry fanfic)

Chapter 17. Bedtime

-Harry's pov-

I brushed my teeth and went to bed. It was pretty late because the dinner took quite a while when Draco ate. Now I was comfortably lying in my bed.

-Draco's pov-

I really enjoyed this day. I still feel anxious over the swimming thing, but Harry was a surprisingly good teacher, and not even once did he look at me with loathing like my father does, and my heart jumps just at the thought of it. Harry didn't despite me... He actually wanted to be my friend. Was that even possible? He knew everything about me, and yet... and yet... he didn't hate me.

I went to bed. I was really tired after the swimming. After all, I didn't have so much stamina after almost not eating at all. I fell into a deep sleep.

You disgusting creature, you shouldn't even call yourself a Malfoy! No one will ever love you! Can't you see that? Do you seriously think that Potter likes you? That he could like a fuck up like you? No one can! It's impossible! Just impossible! You belong down in the dungeons and nowhere else. Your place in the world is in the dungeon, receiving punishment for your flaws. Potter must hate spending time like this with you. Can't you see how he forces himself to pretend to like you? Don't you think that it's something Dumbledore got him to do? Surely you don't believe that he actually wanted to be here, right? You heard him yourself in Dumbledore's office! He don't want to be here, he don't want to be with you! No one wants to be with you except for those who're fucking you in the arse!

I felt it, the rip of the whip tearing my skin. Blood flooded down my back. It hurt, it hurt so much. Of course I was stupid to think that Harry would even like me a little, who would? I'm alone. I'm alone and life isn't worth living. I was a fool to think for even a second that this life maybe wasn't so bad after all. I felt another rip. I screamed. Begging him to stop.

Malfoys don't beg you worthless whore!

Why is the world shaking? I can't breathe! It's dark, it's dark, it's dark!!

With a deep breath I opened my eyes. The world wasn't shaking, I was. Harry stood over me with worried eyes. He has been shaking me.

"Draco, are you okay?!" he asked.

I couldn't do anything else than nod. I had a nightmare again... It hasn't happened in a while, not since the first night in this house. I looked up at Harry. It wasn't true was it? What father had said in the dream. He doesn't hate me does he? If he'd hate me, he wouldn't want to teach me how to swim. He wouldn't want me to eat more.

When Harry saw me calming down he smiled relieved. "Draco, is it okay if I sleep here tonight?" He asked. Wait, did he really ask that? Did he want to sleep here? Why? I just nodded once again. I moved closer to the wall, leaving as much space as possible to Harry.

-Harry's pov-

Draco's bed was very small, it was a miracle that we both fitted. We were so close to each other that we were only some inches apart. Draco was fast asleep. I watched as he slept, hearing his even and calm breath. Why did I find it so fun to watch him sleep? Isn't that creepy?

I ignored the thought thinking just for tonight, and continued watching the beautiful blonde sleep.