It's only Malfoy

Moth To A Flame

As Harry hurriedly made his way out of the great hall,  He noticed out of the corner of his eye, something that he could not unsee.
Draco Malfoy was hiding in a corner, his face wet with tears.

Harry tried to get on his way to the common room, muttering to himself i don't care and Malfoy deserves to be miserable, the insufferable git who bullied me-BULLIES me- since first year.

But Harry wasn't heartless enough to pull away, he rushed to Malfoy's side;
"Draco, what's wrong? Are you okay?", Harry demanded, wrapping his arm around the blond boy's shoulder.

But Malfoy didn't take that well, he hit Harry in the chest quite hardly and Harry groaned in pain.
"GET OFF ME, POTTER.", Malfoy said matter-of-factly
But Harry didn't go down without a fight; "Draco, what's wrong? i can help, trust me."
"Potter, listen up. What's your deal, you filthy little scumbag? You cockroach who thinks so dearly of himself? You filthy little scrap of rubbish who doesn't care about anybody other than his ugly, filthy, self??"

And with that, Malfoy pushed Harry against the wall of the corridor, cornering him.
"And if you ever touch me again, you WILL pay."