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Coming Out (part 2)

Harry raced down the corridors back to the Gryffindor common room, tears struggling down his face. He arrived at the Fat Lady's portrait.

"Mimbulus mimbletonia." Harry spoke quietly. Just as he entered he heard his name being called from somewhere down the corridor. Not bothering with seeing who it was, he closed the portrait. Hermione was sat in one of the lounge chairs, writing an essay for McGonagall. She looked up, frowning at the puffiness of Harry's teary eyes.

"Harry? Are you alright?" She asked him, deeply concerned. Harry continued walking up the stairs to the boys' dormitory.

"Yeah, I'm fine, 'Mione." He said shakily. Harry jumped into his bed, closing the curtains and casting a silencing charm around him. He threw the covers over his head and began sobbing. How could he say those things?! After crying his heart out for what felt like hours, he laid there, staring blankly above him. Suddenly, he heard a knock come from downstairs on the portrait door.

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Draco's POV (earlier)

The door shut tightly as Harry left Draco alone. Draco jumped up from his position on the floor and frantically searched the room. Movement presented itself out of the corner of his eye and he turned around quickly. A flash of brown was seen as the figure hid in a darkened corner.

"Petrificus totalus!" Draco yelled, pointing his wand at the shadowed figure. He pulled them out of their hiding place,

"Pansy?! What on earth are you doing here?" Realizing she couldn't answer, as she was petrified, he undid the spell.

"Because! I love you, Drake! You belong to me, not scar-faced-Potter! So, I used the Imperius Curse on you to make him realize you don't love him." She replied once she was no longer petrified, smirking. Draco was furious. How could he have let this happen? He swung his hand back and slapped the bitch, giving her what she deserved.

"You stay away from me and Harry, you hear me? Never speak to me, or him, ever again. Or so help me, I will do much worse to you." Draco sneered, venom dripping into every word, grabbing her by her shirt. Parkinson nodded frantically, struggling to move away. He dropped her on the floor, heading for the door. He needed to find his Harry. And fast.

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Draco knocked on the Fat Lady's portrait, hoping for someone, anyone, to answer. It swung open to reveal Granger, peering around the door at him.

"Malfoy? What are you doing here?" She asked, eyes full of confusion. Draco began to fiddle with the hem of his shirt.

"I need to see Har— Potter." He concluded. Granger rolled her eyes and started to close the door,

"Wait! Wait, it's urgent! Please, Granger!" Draco pleaded. Granger looked surprised at his vulnerability, and opened the door, stepping aside to let him in, "Thank you."

This startled Granger even further as Draco ran up the stairs to the boys' dormitory.

"I never thought I'd see the day where Draco Malfoy thanked me. Huh." Hermione said to herself, seating herself back down in the leather armchair.

Draco opened the door to the boys' bedroom quietly to find everyone else sleeping. All but one, he presumed. One bed had the curtains draw shut tightly; Harry's bed. He walked over to it, drawing the curtains back, slowly to be careful of not waking anyone else. There lay Harry, clutching his pillow, facing away from Draco. Draco sat down on the bed, drawing his legs up into a sitting position, and quietly closing the curtains once again. Draco moved to reach out and touch Harry,