The Defense Against the Dark Arts Tutor | Drarry

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It was about 3 AM.

Harry was still awake. He couldn't sleep, his thoughts were racing too fast. He had gotten maybe half an hour of sleep a day in the past two weeks. Hermione, Justin, and Draco had all noticed that he looked horrible, (Draco had started handing out with them even though he got slightly mad at any Harry/Justin moments.) They were all worried about him, but he just passed it off as night terrors.

Harry was sitting on the roof of his tower, staring up at the stars, thinking of Draco. He thought about how Draco was fun to talk to, how easy it was to open up to him. Recently, Harry had become flushed more easily around him, and his stomach got butterflies in it when they were near each other.

Harry didn't want to be feeling these things. He knew what they meant, but he had a boyfriend that he was happy with. At least, he thought they were happy together.

* * * * * * *

"Maybe we could do something later," Justin said, waggling his eyebrows suggestively.

"Oh, erm, maybe some other time..." Harry said passively.

"Harry, you've said that every time!! When will we?!" Justin exclaimed. Harry flinched.

"I'm just not ready...Okay, love?" Harry whispered.

Justin sighed angrily, "Fine. Come find me when you want to be an actual relationship."

Harry blinked. "What?"

"I said, come find me when you want to be an actual relationship. We're done, Potter." Justin said, then stormed off.

Harry ran off, trying his hardest to hold back the tears that threatened to pour down his face. He found an empty classroom where he collapsed on the floor, his whole body wracked with gross, heaving sobs.

* * * * * * *

Draco was wandering the halls, slightly worried. Harry hadn't been seen by anyone since lunch, and Justin was nowhere to be found. He heard sobbing in an empty classroom on the fourth floor.

"Hello? Is anyone in here?" Draco called, peeking his head into the room. The only response he got was harder sobbing, so he entered the room.

"Oh my god, Harry! What's wrong?" Draco exclaimed, kneeling down beside his friend and wrapping his arms around the ravenette. The flinch that he received did not go unnoticed.

"H-He b-b-broke u-up with m-me..." Harry choked out between sobs.

Draco rubbed his back gently. "Tell me what happened."

"W-We were cuddling in th-the library whi-while we were supposed t-to be studying...And h-he said, 'm-maybe we could do something later,' and I said I d-didn't want to, s-so he said, 'c-come back to me when you w-want to be an actual relationship'...." Harry sobbed.

"Oh, Harry...My love, I'm so sorry..." Draco said softly, still rubbing his back.

Harry looked up at him, tears pouring down his face. "Wh-What did you call me?"

"Shit!" Draco muttered under his breath when he realised what he said. "Nothing, it's nothing, don't worry about it, l-Harry."

"Y-You nearly called me that again..." Harry mumbled.

"I'm sorry, I can't help it, I-"

"Shhhh...." Harry said, quieting his friend by placing a finger on his lips. He wiped his tears away before adding, "May I...Try something?"

Draco was slightly confused, but he nodded.

"Close your eyes, Draco," Harry said softly. Draco did.

After a moment, Draco felt a pair of lips on his. His eyes flew open, and he saw Harry's face closer than he thought he would ever see it. Harry pulled away, those gorgeous green eyes staring straight into Draco's silver ones.

Draco leaned in again, and Harry gladly met him in the middle.

When they broke apart again, Draco whispered, "Harry, you have no idea how much this means to me. I-I really like you. I might even say that I love you, but I-"

Harry cut him off again with one more quick kiss. "Thank you for finding me in here."

Draco leaned their foreheads together, smiling softly. He thought to himself, I love this man so much.