Drarry One-Shots

I just want a hug

The Sectumsempra scene

It had become a routine; watching his dot on the Marauders' map and looking for him in the corridors and Great Hall. It was something Harry did automatically nowadays, his brain didn't have to tell his eyes to find Malfoy, they just did, like it was in their nature to do so.

Hermione and Ron were worried, it wasn't something they understood and, even though Harry tried to explain that he was sure that Malfoy was up to something, they just kept finding it weird and even creepy in a way.

It wasn't Harry's fault, really it wasn't. Malfoy had been acting suspicious since the beginning of the year and Harry was just trying to figure out why and maybe stop him from doing something that surely would do no good to anyone.

That's exactly why he was following Malfoy around Hogwarts right now.

Malfoy was walking at a fast pace, like he was running away from someone or something and, after a group of students got in Harry's way, he lost sight of the blond boy he was looking for and groaned before taking the Marauders' map out of his bag.

"I solemnly swear that I am up to no good," he said, the statement as true as ever.

The Hogwarts castle appeared on the parchment, little dots and names moving around. Harry ignored Dumbledore in his office, Snape in the dungeons and Hermione and Ron in the Gryffindor's common room and focused on the dot saying Draco Malfoy, surprised to see where it was. Myrtle's bathroom wasn't exactly a place where people liked to hang out just for the fun of it.

Harry was sure that Malfoy was doing or was about to do something that he wasn't supposed to and, with that in mind, he started walking faster, praying that he was on time to stop Malfoy from doing whatever he was about to do. When he got to the bathroom he took his wand out of his pocket since he didn't know if he would need it; one never really knows with Malfoy.

Cautiously, Harry entered the bathroom, ready to yell and fight if he had to, with his goal being stopping Malfoy from doing whatever he was about to do; it's needless to say that he couldn't be more surprised by the sight that greeted him.

Malfoy was in front of the mirror, hands gripping the edge of the sink and an expression that Harry had never seen on him. His eyes met Harry's in the mirror and Harry held his breath. Were those tears in his eyes and tear tracks on his cheeks?

Could Malfoy, aristocratic, selfish, pretentious, Slytherin, Draco Malfoy possibly be crying in girls' bathroom?

It didn't seem possible; it had never crossed Harry's mind that Draco Malfoy could ever do something like crying; and, in that moment, Harry understood that he had never thought of the other boy as a human.

Maybe it was time to do so.

"What are you doing here, Potter?" Malfoy snapped. "Go away!"

That reaction was expected. Harry was sure Malfoy didn't want to be seen like this, vulnerable and... and broken. It was a sight completely different from the one he showed usually, it was like Harry was seeing someone he had never seen before.

"Are you okay?" Harry asked, still too surprised to say anything else.

"Why wouldn't I be?"

"I mean, you're here and, you know, looking like that."

"What do you mean, Potter?"

"You... you're crying, Malfoy!"

"Like you care," Malfoy scoffed.

"Maybe I care more than you think!"

Malfoy just laughed sarcastically, like there wasn't anything he believed less than what Harry was telling him. It was understandable.