When you see my truth (drarry fanfic)

Chapter 23. Drawing

-Harry's pov-

It was quiet as I followed the Slytherin girl into the common room. I was under my invisibility cloak so she didn't even knew I was here. I hope.

Now I was lost. Which room was Draco's? I decided to check all rooms in orders, except the one on the side I've seen the girl enter. I kinda presumed it was the girls' bedrooms.

I was right. The boys' rooms were to the left. It took me a while until I found the right room. Crabbe and Goyle was sleeping sound fully in their beds. I did not like them, at all. I played with the thought of hexing them, but then I remembered the purpose of my visit.

The room was dark, and I presumed it would be dark on the days too, considering the dark colour of the walls and floor. Draco's bed was cut out from the others by having it's dark green curtains down. I went closer and peered trough a gap between the curtains.

I saw the blonde hair lay on the pillow. When I slowly begun to pull back the curtain, the hair moved and I found myself staring into the eyes of a seemingly extremely tired slytherin with dark bags under his eyes. "Who's there?" he asked on guard. I realised I still had the cloak on, and removed it.

"Harry? What are you doing here?!" he said rather alarmed. What's wrong exactly? I can see what Parkinson mean. Draco didn't really look like he was in the mood for a chat.

"Draco... I can't sleep. Can I sleep here tonight?" I asked. Afraid he would only push me away if I told him about me being here for checking up on him.

He frowned but nodded. I slipped trough the blanket and ended up besides Draco, but surprisingly he didn't move towards me like he use to, it actually looked like he was staying as far away from me as possible in this bed.

I got the sense that he wouldn't tell me what's wrong even if I asked, so I didn't. I only lied there, letting him know that I was here for him when he felt ready to open up.

-Draco's pov-

In the morning when I woke up I felt those familiar arms around me. Sometime during the night I must have left my corner of the bed and curled up against Harry. He was sleeping peacefully with a smile on his face. How would he react if he knew what Snape had said to me? Why am I even keeping this a secret from him? Shouldn't I be able to tell him everything? Why is it so hard for me to say it? Maybe because I've still not fully accepted it myself. Maybe because I still deep down wish for it to not be true. I groaned and got up. I had slept pretty bad that night, even when tangled in Harry's arms.

I shook him lightly to wake him up. Everyone else had already gone to breakfast. Of course they hadn't touched my bed. They knew that my bed was off limits when the curtains were down.

Harry mumbled something as he got up. He had come in his pyjamas last night so for him it was only to take his cloak and wander back to the Gryffindor tower.

I sensed that Harry knew that something was off. But I wouldn't tell him. I don't know why.

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At breakfast I stole nervous glances at Snape. He was sitting at his spot like usual and looked generally bitter.

When he looked back at me I turned my gaze away faster than I thought possible.

I noticed Harry looking at me a lot and I returned the looks with faint smiles. Like to reassure Harry that it wasn't anything he'd done.

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The potion lesson were for the first time something I didn't look forward to. But it happened. On a Wednesday. Snape entered the room and looked strictly ahead of him, like always. The lesson went on, like always. Except, Snape didn't praise me. He didn't talk to me. He didn't even look at me. It was like I was just another student. I hurt, not because I felt anything romantically towards the man, but because in all the years I've been at Hogwarts I've always counted Snape as an ally. As a person I can trust and as a person who'll help me. But on the other hand, I was glad he ignored me. I don't think I would be able to hold a normal conversation with him.

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Weeks went. My life was continuing like always. It was now a couple of days left to the winter break. Mother expected me home. How am I supposed to go home? I don't want to be there... I can't. I owled mother and told her I couldn't go home, that I was too far back in my studies and needed the break to catch up in transfiguration, herbology and astronomy. My mother's answer was rather hash when she made it clear about her dissatisfaction about me being far behind.

Harry is going to be at the 'Burrow' or something, didn't really found it important what the house of the Weasleys' was called.

I was going to be alone. It was actually a while ago I was alone and I actually found it quite refreshing to think that I'll have some time for myself.

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"Goodbye Draco! Promise me you'll send letters. I'll wait for it! I love you!" Harry said as he entered the train. I waved a goodbye. It actually felt quite heavy in my heart, seeing Harry leave in the train.

I begin making my way back to the castle. I walked because I wasn't in a hurry and I felt like just walking for a bit.

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The days went on quiet. I studied, I ate, I read, I took walks, I wrote, I drew.

I've actually found it pretty interesting to draw. It was a new hobby and Blaise was already good at it, so he'd given me lessons.

I drew everything I could think of, not that surprisingly, it was often Harry. I often drew what I could remember of him. His curly raven hair, green eyes... Muscular body...

I was actually drawing Harry in the middle of the winter break in an empty classroom when I heard someone enter.

I looked up and saw the man I did not want to see. Snape. Why was he here? Isn't he supposed to be home this break? I haven't seen him at all this break.

"Professor..." I was confused. What was he doing here. I put down my drawing on the table with the picture down. Not so eager for Snape to see it. The pen I placed beside and got up from my chair.

Snape entered the room with fast, elegant steps. He didn't stop until he was right in front of me. He grabbed my drawing and turned it around, looked at the familiar face with round spectacles. He dropped it and took one more step towards me. It resulted in me backing off as much as I could, and him following, until I was pressed against the wall.