Confessions In The Dark (Drarry) ✔

Chapter 3

When his classes ended Harry was glad to be able to go back to his dorm and relax. When he got to the fat lady's portrait however, she wasn't letting him in, despite him repeating the password.

"Why in the bloody hell won't you let me in?!" He bit in frustration, raking his fingers through his wild hair.

"Because the password you're so stubbornly repeating is incorrect." She answered calmly from the portrait.

"Incorrect?! How in the bloody hell would it be--" He stopped as realisation hit him, the others changed the password and never told him!

He didn't want to get mad right away though, he figured they must of forgotten to tell him. The raven sighed and asked the fat lady to call Ginny down here. The portrait woman nodded and after a few minutes the red head popped out in front of Harry.

"Yes?" She asked with an evil glint in her eyes.

"What's the new password?" Harry asked calmly.

"I'm not going to tell you." She replied, equally as calm.

Harry gaped, shocked:

"WHAT?!" He yelled, dumbfounded.

"We all agreed not to let you in since that Death Eater seems more important to you than your real friends and your house. You're locked out of here until you learn your lesson." She stopped talking to summon a box with her wand.

"Your shit's in here. Have a pleasant evening Harry." She finished, mouthing the password to the fat lady so Harry couldn't figure it out and going inside, the portrait swinging shut behind her.

Harry's eye twitched while he stood there silently trying to comprehend what just hapenned.

His own house ditched him. Because he made friends with Draco. Because he was helping Draco.

Were they all so blind?! Were they all so stupid to get mad at him for helping another?! What kind of people were they?!

He cried out in frustration, bending down to pick up his stuff and wondering where in the hell could he go now. He didn't want to intrude in the Slytherin common room because he was sure Draco liked his own space and time alone now better than anything else.

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Harry was wrong though. Draco didn't like being alone. The silence and lack of someone else left him with his thoughts. And his thoughts, weren't pleasant. Not in the slightest. He always wished he had company when he was alone after the war.

He always reflected back on Harry since the raven was now his only friend and he wanted him to be there and keep him company. Harry's dumb jokes and ridiculous stories kept his mind too occupied on the soothing tone that Harry used to even try and think about anything else.

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The Boy Who Lived was pacing the hall outside of his common room wondering what to do and where to go now. After an hour he simply gave up, took his cloak out, laid on the cold floor and used the box as a pillow. Finally he covered himself with the cloak so noone would see him and tried to fall asleep.

It wasn't easy nor comfortable but Harry was stubborn and managed to get about 3 hours of sleep before waking up to students walking through the hallway and down to breakfast. He laid still and waited for them to pass before throwing the cloak off him and standing up, regretting it instantly. Sleeping on a cold hard floor had made his muscles stiff and tight and it hurt.

He tried to stretch but found himself in too much pain to do so so he gave it up, before attempting to tame his hair atleast a little to look somewhat presentable. Harry then put his cloak away and used a spell to shrink the box and put it in his pocket.

Then he made his way down to the Great Hall where breakfast was underway. His eyes went to Draco who was sitting stiffly and had a solemn expression on his face. Harry's eyebrows furrowed, usually Draco was always relaxed when they spoke and his face was warm, was something wrong?

He made his way to him and as soon as he had plopped down next to the blonde, his back relaxed and he slouched slightly, his expression turning warm and content in an instant.

"Hi Draco." Harry greeted him with a small smile. Draco's eyes raked over Harry before he sighed:

"What the bloody hell hapenned to you Harry, you look like you've been run over by a stampede of centaurs!" Draco rambled in a worry. He sounded like a mom, it was amusing.

"Eh, they locked me out of my common room because I made friends with you so I slept outside on the floor." Harry explained and tried to stretch once again, wincing slightly as he did.

Draco couldn't believe his ears! What kind of friends were they?! How could they do that to Harry?! He was wonderful and kind and brave and helpful and good and supportive and stupid but in a sweet, dorky way, super endearing and he won a damn war! What more do they want?!

And before Draco could tell himself it was a bad idea, he spoke:

"Why didn't you come to me?!"

And then he realised what he said and his eyes widened a little before he slapped his hand over his stupid mouth. He prayed Harry wouldn't get the wrong idea.

It was silent for a moment before Harry laughed and Draco raised an eyebrow.

"Geez, at least take me to dinner first." He joked and laughed more dragging Draco to laugh too.

"Anyways, thanks for offering but I'm pretty sure you prefer peace and quiet over me anyways so that's why I didn't want to bother you." Harry explained and Draco glared for a second before speaking:

"I like your company, I wouldn't mind if you slept over while those shits keep you locked out."

Harry snorted:

"I doubt you'd be able to put up with me for an entire year Dray."
Draco was confused once again, and showed it with a raised eyebrow.

"They aren't letting me in until I stop being friends with you, which isn't hapenning so they won't let me in until the end of the year." Harry airily explained and Draco stared open mouthed at him.

What. The. Fuck. Was. Wrong. With. Them?!

He would be lying if he said he wasn't being a little too protective but he didn't care, Harry showed him so much kindness and he had to repay it.

"Those bastards.." He muttered and noticed Harry trying to eat but he kept quietly wincing while doing so. Poor guy must have been so sore after sleeping on a cold hard floor all night.

"You must be so sore...can I..can I give you a massage?" Draco bit his lip and offered quietly. Harry looked at him suprised before he murmured 'sure' and watched as Draco quietly got up and went behind him.

He put his hands gently on Harry's shoulders before he applied some pressure and started massaging his muscles to get them to relax. He heard Harry sigh in relaxation and took it as a sign to keep going. He then lowered his hands and massaged Harry's back, softening the tight muscles there.

Harry groaned in relief and dropped his head on the table, feeling much better. Draco then moved up to Harry's forearms and rubbed there to get those muscles loosened up. Lastly, he massaged the raven's neck. He was getting so many weird and hateful looks for doing what he was but he didn't care one tiny bit.

He wanted to help Harry feel better and he would. When he was done, he sat back in his seat and Harry lifted his head off the table slowly.

"Feel better?" Draco asked him. Harry smiled so all his teeth show and nodded:

"Loads, thank you so much, you're amazing at this."

Draco felt his cheeks warm up a tad:

"Thanks.."

Soon, breakfast ended and they both headed to class for the day.