Drarry One-Shots

'He chose me?' Part 2

Continued story: Part 2 of 'He chose me?' 

Word count: 2463

Harry woke, his eyes were puffy and red and tears stained his cheeks. Carefully the boy peeked out of his curtains, it seemed that everyone was at breakfast. He sighed softly and headed over to the bathroom, washing up. He soon put his mask back up. Surprisingly no one has seen past it. Harry broke. He couldn't do this. It was hard pretending he was fine all the time, how was he supposed to do this after everything the conspired over the summer? Can't he just be normal? Pin teed at him as though it was a predator attacking its prey, it sliced through him like a knife through soft butted, speared through him as though shot by an arrow. Lets just say it hurt a lot. A sharp burn traced itself down his pale cheeks, indicating hot tears were streaming once again. He looked down at his hands, unruly hair falling and blocking his emerald orbs from view. The hues of green were no longer bright but a dull, dark green reminding him of his pain and the void of emptiness that consumed him. Harry felt arms wrap around him as the first sob escaped his bubblegum-pink lips. Crystal droplets fell to the white tile floor, ragged gasps escaped him as he tried to control his feelings only losing more control of whom he was. He was losing himself, becoming a shell of a person he once knew well. He went limp in the arms that encircled him, he didn't care who they belonged to at the moment, he just needed someone to fix his broken and mangled heart. Heart wrenching sobs echoed in the quiet room, sounding off the walls and ringing in his ears. Strong arms tightened around him and soft words were being whispered in his ear. A sharp chill reminded him of where he was once again. He wasn't in Gryffindor but in Slytherin. A gentle breeze caressed his cream-like skin, causing goosebumps to erupt across his bare arms. Cries still escaped the raven-haired teen as he turned into the embrace. Harry couldn't hear the sweet nothings, that echoed and thrummed deep into his ears but all he could hear was the blood rushing to his ears, and the sobs that escaped him. Tears burned as his heart yurned for someone to save him instead. He couldn't save himself that's for sure.

"Harry..." A thick Italian voice whispered, a voice Harry recognized as Blaise Zabini's voice. Harry just shook as the pain continuously stabbed at him, destroying him and tearing him piece by piece, bit by bit.

"Blaise! What's taking so long?" An acrostic voice yelled. Malfoy. Harry couldn't stop the tears though. He was too far deep to be able to escape. "Just go without me Draco, I'll catch up in a bit!" The light-brown skinned boy yelled back, only clutching Harry closer. "What-" Draco cut himself off as he saw a broken boy sobbing in the arms that belonged to Blaise. Draco was shocked. "Go get his friends Dra-"

"No! P-Please don't! T-they don't know about this. P-please don't" Harry cut him off with as he choked out the sentence over his strangled sobs. "O-Okay" Blaise said uncertainty lacing his voice. The Italian slowly sank to the floor with Harry still in his arms. "It's all right" Blaise tried to sooth. Harry just shook his head. "I've been hiding this since I came here, it's not going to end that quickly"

"And nobody knew?" Harry shook his head in response. It felt as though something was stuck in his throat, blocking off the accessibility to talk. Tars continued to burn the now forest green eyes, they burned as though a fire was raging in them. Harry looked up at Italian. Blaise gasped at the noticeable eye color change and the raw pain that conveyed in those eyes. "Oh Harry..." Harry just shook his head and fell back into the light-brown skinned boy's arms. The tears had finally stopped but Harry stayed there still, ragged breathing could be heard and soon he felt another pair of arms wrap around him. Harry looked up into the silver orbs of Draco Malfoy. Blaise slowly let Harry go and Harry fell against the blonde. The blonde tightened his grip and used his charm to try and calm his mate down. Harry whimpered and struggled against the blonde. The blonde just leaned down and started whispering sweet nothings in Harry's ear. Harry soon calmed down and leaned into the blonde's touch. Draco smiled slightly and carded his fingers through the unruly mess of Harry's hair.