The Boy who lived and The Boy who survived (Drarry)

Chapter 3: Daydreaming

6th Year. 3 years ago. Hogwarts.

"We can't stay here," Harry said to Draco after dropping his hand from the handshake.

"Well... where do you suggest we go?" Draco asked him.

Harry walked out into the hallway and looked in both directions before reaching forward and clasped Draco's hand tightly, pulling him along as he ran all the way to the seventh floor.

"Potter! Where are we going?" He asked him while trying to catch his breath as Harry dragged him along the halls of Hogwarts. But he made no move to shrug his hand off Harry's. In fact, he thought it was rather reassuring.

Harry stopped in front of a wall. Draco looked around nervously, realizing where they were. Harry dropped his hand and started pacing in front of the wall. As soon as the door appeared, Harry pulled the blond into the room, Draco gazed around in surprise.

The room of requirement had turned into an exact replica of the Slytherin common room, exactly as Harry had remembered it back in Second year. He thought that Draco might feel more comfortable in the familiar surroundings.

Harry looked at Draco and smiled sheepishly. "It's as close as I can remember, hope it's not too bad."

"No, no, it's fine." Draco shook his head. "It's like an exact copy."

Harry blushed at Draco's admiration and looked down before replying to him in thanks. He walked over and sat down on the rug in front of the fireplace, putting his hands out, seeking warmth from the flames. He smiled at Draco and tilted his head for him to come over. He expected Draco to take a seat on the couch or in one of the comfortable looking armchairs, but instead, the blond slumped down next to him and for a moment they both just stared into the flickering flames.

"I-I don't know what to say..." Draco said with a sigh, he didn't look at Harry, he couldn't bear to. He stared into the flames expecting Harry to tell him off about Katie Bell now that he had already comforted him. But that wasn't the case at all.

"It's okay," Harry replied calmly before putting a hand around Draco's shoulder. "Just talk whenever you feel comfortable."

Draco felt his tears well up again as he clenched his fists tighter. A choking gasp broke through his clenched teeth. He had to hold himself together. He was a Malfoy; Malfoys are not weak.

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath while Harry rubbed circles at his back in a reassuring manner.

"I'm sorry." He said with a broken sigh. "I'm sorry about Katie."

Harry looked over at him and frowned empathically, squeezed Draco's shoulder when he saw the tears prickle in his eyes again. Draco breathed out shakily before resting his head sideways unconsciously on Harry's shoulder and turning so his face was buried in Harry's shirt. Harry had already seen him at his worst so Draco took this opportunity to let everything go. Harry felt his shirt get wet with tears again before he pulled him in for a real hug as Draco continued crying into his shoulder.

"So it was you, wasn't it?" Harry spoke softly. "You gave Katie Bell that cursed necklace."

Draco didn't say anything, but the way he snuggled closer to Harry, and the way new tears tracked down his cheeks, still under Harry's arms as his breathing slowed. Harry knew he was right.

"I thought as much." Harry sighed. He looked down to see Draco's head still buried in his chest. "But I guess it wasn't meant for her, wasn't it?"

He looked down onto the floor again. "No, it wasn't meant for her."

"Hm..." Harry hummed back. "Who was it meant for?"

Draco shook his head furiously before wiping his eyes again. The tears were threatening to fall a second time. He clenched his fists. He had to be strong. He felt himself getting angrier but didn't show it.