Seventh Year Vibes

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Days passed before Harry met up with Draco again. It was only when Harry accidentally found Draco crying in the Gryffidor bleachers that they saw each other after the 'talk' they had had before 6 in the morning. 

"Hey- Draco- what's wrong?" Harry asked, sitting himself on the ground beside Draco. They're arms were only just touching.

"Its nothing," Draco snapped, and then covered his mouth. "That came out harsher than I intended it to,".

"Its ok. Please tell me, you look-".

Just then, a group of girls bound into the bleachers, and both boys shot up. 

"Meet me at the same place same time," Harry said, and then he darted outside, hoping that Draco had understood what he said.

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Harry awoke at four, and despite constant effort he couldn't get to sleep. Tiredly, he got dressed in his old boots and coat, and then he sat staring at the stars outside, until he heard the clock strike five. 

He hurried downstairs, tripping over his untied shoelaces as he went. He got up, flustered, until he realised that no one would be awake at this time.

"The boy who lived is a bit clumsy, isn't he?". Harry froze inside. 

"Calm down, it's only me,". Draco walked up to him and they strolled out of the castle side by side. 

                                                                              *

"Would you like to tell me why you were crying yesterday?". The chilly air hit him hard in the face, but it was somewhat refreshing. The stars were shining bright, and the world seemed at peace.

"It was nothing, honestly,".

"Draco Malfoy doesn't cry over nothing,".

"Good point,".

"Well? Spill,".

"Why do you want to know so much?".

Harry blushed profusely, and was glad that it was dark.

"Well, you're my friend. I can't have you crying by yourself in the bleachers,".

Draco smiled to himself.

"Its-its just my dad. Somehow he found out that-that I'm g-gay, and he was shocked, and he gave out to me in a howler,".

"WHAT?"

"Harry please calm down- he sent me a letter in the evening. He talked this over with mum, a-and he's sorry. He grew up in a very homophobic family,".

"That's no excuse!".

"Harry, what matters is that they accept me now. Forgive and forget,".

"That's stupid. That saying,". Harry felt at rage. How dare Lucius treat his own son like garbage?

"You forgave the Dursleys,".

"Well-not really- I did-wait-how do you know about them?"

"Well, um, Dobby did tell me about you,".

"Oh,".

"But- I wasn't stalking you! Dobby had to inform you about the things- and he mentioned how the Dursleys treat you,".

Harry let out a snort. 

"So you were the one who told Dobby to come inform me?"

"Perhaps,".

Silence filled the air, but it wasn't awkward. 

"The stars are so beautiful tonight," Draco said, sighing. "Everything seems so peaceful,".

"Who knew that Draco Malfoy, the 'bad boy', could be such a romantic?".