Feel - Drarry [discontinued]

Nine

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When Harry returned to his dormitory that evening, he was happy. He had made up with Draco and they were together now. Things were as they should be.

“Snoutlaut” he said and the painting swung open revealing a doorway.

With a long intake of breath Harry went inside and was immediately greeted by his two best friends. He felt a pang of guilt as Hermione locked her arms around him.

“Let the man breathe, ‘mione” Ron said without his usual hint of laughter.

“Harry, you have to tell us what’s happening with you. We barely see you anymore,” Hermione said with worry in her voice.

“You can trust us, mate” Ron joined in.

Harry sighed and gave them a weak smile, he looked around the common room, it was empty, before saying, “I’m gay”

Ron’s eyes widened in confusion and Hermione furrowed her brows, “you have a boyfriend,” she said after a long break, “that’s why you’ve been acting so weird lately,” she smiled relieved, “oh Harry that’s great,” she hugged him tightly.

Harry immediately returned the hug before looking at Ron who stood as if frozen.

“Ron?” he asked nervously.

“You’re gay?” Ron whispered, “well, uhmm... if that’s what makes you happy…” he scratched his head awkwardly.

Harry smiled relieved. His friends accepted him.

“Now, Harry. Tell us about this secret boyfriend of yours”

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Draco fell into bed with a sigh thinking about Harry. He still didn’t quite understand what is was he was feeling but didn’t really care.

After confessing their love for each other, Harry and Draco had curled up in one of the old sofas just holding the other in their arms. They had stayed like that all evening just feeling each other. It wasn’t until just before curfew that they untangled themselves.

“See you tomorrow?” Harry had whispered hopefully.

“See you tomorrow”

Now it seemed as though time had slowed down to a halt. He was completely wrapped up in thoughts of Harry that he didn’t even notice the boy standing in the shadows.

Draco had ripped his heart out and stomped on… and Potter… the name itself made his heart burst with indescribable hate. He turned around heading towards the common room but didn’t stop running ‘till he was outside the castle inhaling the fresh air in short, sharp breaths. He couldn’t stay at Hogwarts another second he had to get away. He quickened his pace making sure to stay in the shadows until he was safely beyond Hogwarts borders.

He waved his wand silently whispering the spell. There was a loud crack! and he felt his stomach churning before collapsing in front of his mother’s home. Shaking he got up and walked across the lawn his mind still filled with pictures of Draco’s lips touching Potter’s.

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During breakfast it was hardly possible for Draco and Harry to keep their eyes off of each other and during transformation which was one of the classes they shared there was a lack of insult that did not go unnoticed… after class Hermione looked one to the other with a mysterious expression.

Still, as the day went on Draco felt the guilt growing from the pit of his stomach. He wanted to tell Harry of his betrayal and beg for forgiveness… but he didn’t want to lose his only reason for staying alive. He almost decided against meeting Harry later that evening. Almost.