Slowly. . . {DRARRY FANFIC}

Lifting his spirits {Harry's POV}

I will not deny it.

I have always had a strange attraction to Draco.

He's very passionate about the things he cares about.

Potions, for example. 

He loves to brew potions.

And he loves school.

Since first year, I've seen him in the library whenever Hermione drags Ron and I.

He never notices because he's so content on his reading.

It's those sort of things that I like about him.

Yes, I still have yet to figure out what what my unnamed pull is towards him. 

But I can figure that out later.

Right now, it's about him.

He's hurting.

Real bad.

And I don't know what to do to help him.

Perhaps I should be his shoulder to cry on.

That normally works.

Not that I'd know.

I just want to help him, but I can't do that if...

If I don't know how.

I shouldn't have dived right into the deep end without learning to swim first.

...

I've always liked that metaphor. 

I feel like it sums me up pretty well.

God, I really hope he's alright. 

I can tell he is asleep...

His breaths have calmed.

I don't want to leave him, and It's already past curfew...

I'm sure Madam Pomfrey will understand if I stay.

I need to make sure he eats tomorrow as well.

...

I wonder. . .