Drarry: The Boy Who Loved

The Letter

Malfoy was discharged a week later with some medication and a heavy heart. Harry, however, felt like he was floating on air. He was relieved Malfoy was well enough to go home, but he soon caught on to Malfoy's mood.

He touched him gently on the shoulder. "What's on your mind?"

Malfoy was quiet for a minute before whispering, "I'm scared."

Harry smiled softly at him. "Draco, don't worry. We're here for you. Me, Hermione, and Ron. Not to mention Neville and Luna. Even Cho."

Harry was startled when Draco lunged forward and hugged him fiercely. "Thank you, Harry."

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One month later and Harry was at Ron and Hermione's apartment, doing homework.

"How's Malfoy?" Hermione asked. She'd been asking this question almost every day since he was released from the hospital. She would've seen him herself, but he only allowed Harry to talk to him and stayed shut up in the apartment most of the time.

"He's getting better," Harry said. "I convinced him to take a walk with me earlier."

"That's tremendous!" Hermione exclaimed, her eyes shining. She sobered. "Harry, can I ask you something?"

Harry glanced up. "Sure."

"I don't mean to be nosy, but... did you and Ginny break up?"

Harry grimaced. "Oh, yeah. I should've told you-"

"It's fine," she said quickly, "But I just couldn't help noticing that you two aren't speaking as often."

"Yeah, we broke up," Harry said slowly, running a hand through his hair. "But it was pretty mutual."

"Does Ron know?"

"I don't think so."

"Good to know, Harry," Hermione said gently. "Look, I'm not trying to stress you out or anything. You know that, right?"

"Yeah, I know," Harry said, smiling.

He thought back to Malfoy. It was true, he was improving. He was less nervous around the house, and Harry had watched while he threw all his razors away. Harry'd been sleeping on the couch since Malfoy wanted to be alone. He missed him sometimes during the night, but it was okay.

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Harry got up to the ninth floor at around nine o' clock. As soon as he opened the door, he saw Malfoy sitting on the couch.

Malfoy stood up immediately and walked over to Harry. Their fingers braided together as they pulled each other into a hug. They stood like that for a long time, their foreheads resting against each other's necks.

Harry realized with a jolt that his lips were only a couple inches from Malfoy's. His heart sped up as an insane thought crossed his mind. Kiss him. Why would I want to? Just do it! Why? You know you love him Harry, stop lying to yourself. That's the whole reason you broke up with Ginny, isn't it?