Confessions In The Dark (Drarry) ✔

Chapter 9

When Harry left for class, he thought about what he had said to Draco. He meant everything he said, he just wanted Draco to stop feeling so ashamed for sins he didn't even commit! Harry wanted to get Draco to feel like he had a friend, someone to trust and the raven was working hard on it. Harry felt so comfortable around Draco and he really did trust him. But his mind kept gnawing at him as to why.

What changed after the war?

What compelled him to try so hard to stay by Draco's side?

When did he even turn from Malfoy into just Draco?!

Harry thought about all of this long and hard all through his classes, trying to put all the pieces together. But it seemed that when he was at the brink of realisation, it swerved and avoided him. As if some other part of him didn't want to let the answer be known. It just kept pushing it back. Harry wasn't so in tune with his feelings but he recognized what that part was immediately. He had felt it many times before after all.

Doubt and fear.

Why though?

Harry's eyebrows furrowed at this new conclusion that made things so much messier and complicated instead of bringing him closer to the solution.

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When Draco managed to collect himself in the Great Hall, he didn't feel like really going to classes with the way he looked. Harry would start worrying and panicking like a mom and Draco didn't want to worry Harry or see him in distress, it wasn't fair towards the boy so he just headed to the Slytherin common room.

He washed his red, tear stained face and dried it off before he settled in a sofa with his sketchbook, remembering what Harry told him.

Green eyes...

He opened it and really, there was a pair of bright green eyes staring at him from the white page. They looked startlingly similar to Harry's. Like an exact replica. Draco's stomach churned with morbid curiousity.

Why the fuck was he drawing Harry's eyes in his sketchbook subconsciously?!

They were a really pretty, deep, rich shade of forest green and it was a nice thing to draw, Draco concluded. Harry just so hapenned to be the owner of that nice green shade Draco liked to draw and use on paper.

Yeah, that's it.

Some back, secluded part of his mind was screaming 'BULLSHIT!' at him but it was so small and quiet, it became simply neglible.

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The day of the Talent Show rolled around and the last of preparations were being completed by McGonagall. The Show would be held that evening during the last 3 classes of the eigth years and dinner time and she would be the Judge of all the acts.

As soon as the time came, all the eight years that entered piled up behind the make shift stage while everyone sat at their tables in the Great Hall to watch. Harry and Draco were sitting next to each other, Harry whispering and grumbling still about Draco not entering with his art.

After a few acts it got a little boring, until Luna Lovegood walked onto the stage gracefully in a beautiful blue dress.

"Ms.Lovegood, you will be singing, am I correct?"

McGonagall asked for confirmation and Luna nodded. McGonagall gave her a reassuring smile and Luna gestured for the music to start playing.

When the time came, Luna began singing:

'Our lives are stories,
Waiting to be told,
In search of silver linings,
We've discovered gold.'

Her voice echoed beautifully through the Great Hall, every tone carefully measured, each not fitted snuggly into the flow of the song. She really sang beautifully. Everyone listened in awe, captivated by her soft but powerful and clear voice.

'And judgement taught us,
That our hearts were wrong,
But they're the ones we'll look down upon.'

Something about those lyrics tugged at something inside Draco, so hard and powerful it felt like a powerful pull and tug towards.....Harry?

'The rules say our emotions don't comply, but we'll defy the rules until we die.'

Harry found his eyes slowly crawling over to look at Draco who seemed to be thinking about something hard. Draco really was handsome, Harry was suprised he never dated anyone before. Did he even have someone he wanted to date? Harry's stomach warmed and felt like it flipped at this ridiculous thought of dating Draco.

Ha, Harry laughed at himself, that was utterly stupid, he didn't even like the blonde in such way. And yet..as Luna kept singing, he seemed to be convincing himself that more and more.

'So let's be sinners to be saints,
let's be winners by mistake,
the world may disapprove,
but my world is only you,
and if we're sinners then it feels like heaven to me.'

Draco found it hard to keep his gaze to himself, his eyes just searched Harry all the time and it was so weird. Draco had never had romantic feelings towards much of anyone really, let alone Harry Potter. Yet, as his eyes met with Harry's for a second, his heart just subtly skipped a beat or two.

'You showed me feelings,
I've never felt before,
We're making enemies,
Knocking on the devil's door.'

Harry's gaze locked with Draco's as Luna sang out this verse and their gazes held, neither wanting to break it. Eventually everything else faded to dull, white noise and the boys concentrated on trying to read each other as much as possible, their gazes holding for a long time, intense but gentle at the same time, everything that hapenned between them over the years crashed in those gazes, everything just mixed there, so evident but well hidden too, only for each other to see and understand.

Neither of them realised what was hapenning or who moved first, but both of them felt a warm hand clasp over their own. It was gentle and light, a small gesture that neither realised would mean so much. Their burning gazes were broken when someone coughed loudly, startling them both.

They looked around to see everyone leaving and they wondered how much time has passed. It felt like it were mere minutes, altough it was much longer than that. Their minds finally set to working full force and carefully combing through everything that hapenned tonight.

Both of them flushed a deep, crimson, shade of red and quickly left with the others, not saying a word.