Somewhere Only We Know (Scorbus & Drarry)

Chapter 13

Draco's point of view

Draco found himself at home lonelier than ever. He felt like he missed somebody. He picked up a framed photo to look at. It was a photo of him, Astoria and Scorpius who was not older than two. He swallowed hard as if he was about to cry. He was hoping for Scorpius that he would have a bright future with Albus. But the thought of Albus reminded him of Harry.

Flashback 

Christmas was over and Draco was finally going to see Harry again. Although he wasn't sure if they were able to see each other without pretending to be enemies.

He found himself in his dormitory, eyes on a letter that Harry sent to him on christmas. He had read it countless times unable to answer.

Dear Draco. I just wanted to wish you a merry christmas. I've been thinking of you and the night we kissed. Wish I could have done the same as we said our goodbyes at the Hogwarts express. I wish you were here with me right now, and it hurts like hell that I can't tell anyone about us. I'll see you when I return to Hogwarts. Just hope we'll have some time alone //Love Harry

He wanted to keep this forever but he couldn't store it somewhere visible. Because what would happen if someone found out? What would Crabbe and Goyle say? Or Pansy and Blaise? Or... what if his father found out? He had to hide it. He grabbed one of his books and hid it inside, and then hid the book under the bed. There was a hole on the floor that was a perfect fit for the book, so he placed his book there and covered it with a piece of wood as a hatch. 

The next morning he went to the room of requirement to check on the vanishing cabinet, and then left and pretended that nothing happened.

"Psst. Draco," he heard a familiar voice. He looked around but saw nothing. "It's me." It was Harry who was sticking his head out of his cloak of invisibility. 

"Harry?" 

"Get in here," said Harry and held out his cloak.

Draco did as he was told. They made their way to the nearest empty classroom hidden under the cloak. As they went inside and shut the door Harry took off the cloak and put it away.

"Did you get my letter?" he asked.

"I did. Sorry for not answering. I was busy doing-" 

"It doesn't matter," Harry interrupted. "Most important is that you got it. I know it wasn't the right moment to contact you but you have no idea how much I've missed you." 

"I've missed you too," said Draco and paused. "Do they know? Weasley and Granger I mean?" Harry shook his head.

"Ron would refuse to ever talk to me again. Hermione would keep both her eyes on me and be extra overprotective."

Draco grabbed his arms gently and leaned his forehead against his to calm him down.

"Some secrets are better off remaining as secrets," he said as he thought about his friends and family.

Before he could react Harry wrapped his arms around his neck and kissed him. After a minute or two he pulled away.

"I need to ask you something," said Harry.

"Anything." Harry took a deep breath.

"I've noticed that you go to the room of requirement a lot-"

"Anything besides that," Draco interrupted. Somehow he knew that he would ask sooner or later.

"Draco, I need to know what's going on!" 

"Then let me know what you and Dumbledore are up to these days." 

"I- I can't tell you. It's private." 

"Exactly. So are we cool now?" 

"Fine," Harry muttered.

They heard some footsteps coming from outside. Someone was about to enter.

"Snape," said Harry. "Quick. Under the cloak!" 

He pulled the cloak over them as Snape entered the classroom, probably to get ready for his next class. Before the door shut, the two of them made their way out quietly.

"That was close," said Harry keeping his voice low as they went to a corner and put the cloak away.

"Same time tomorrow?" Draco suggested.

"Same time and a better place," said Harry.

"Look for my owl," he said and kissed Harry's cheek before he left.

Draco was back in his bedroom at the manor. Now he realized how much he missed Harry. He thought about the last time they met. Could Harry possibly still have feelings for him?