Drarry one-shots

8) "I'm sorry"

Ps. This was based off a sad prompt I saw, and I just can't find it, but I will put it up when I find it... ON WITH THE STORY...

⚠️ Warnings ⚠️ ~ Strong mentions of suicide, self harm, depression and other triggering subjects

The war hit everybody hard.

The amount of death that were counted were unimaginable, and the guilt that Harry felt hurt more than death.

He gave up talking, only using his body language to convey his emotions. His friends pressured him into taking sign language classes so they could at least try to understand the point he was trying to get across, but he just wouldn't do it.

He shut himself out from everybody.

The only person who could actually understand what Harry was going through was the Malfoy heir. When Draco offered the idea of a truce, Harry just meekly nodded to show his agreement but Draco took what he could get, seeing how a nod was a very hard thing to obtain.

They had to redo a year of Hogwarts due to the altercations the war caused. That's where Draco tried to make peace with Granger and Weasley, key word tried. He got hit with about 2 stinging hexes which he admits he deserved and was almost sent off to Saint Mungo's. But, when they saw how much he cared about Harry, they allowed him to be the one to take care of Harry when school ended.

Harry began to become weaker, not showing up to classes, barely leaving his room for days on end.It wasn't until you could see almost every bone in his body before realization hit draco like a brick.

Draco threatened to shove pastries down Harry's throat which caused Harry to crack on of the smallest smiles ever, but it still made Draco ecstatic.

Harry's eyes always had bags under them, and his cheeks tear-stained. He was killing himself from the inside out. It wasn't until Harry's first suicide attempt, that Draco was it with the brick or realization once more.

Harry needed more help than he thought.

It went by like a flash. The second both boys were allowed to, they fled the school on their last day. More like Harry meekly nodded once more, while Draco got them a place to stay. They shared a two bedroom apartment in a random muggle city, Draco knowing that Harry wouldn't want to get recognized.

This apartment was the only place Harry went, and it was only for the purpose so that Draco could watch over Harry. They used a very small portion of Harry's fortune to afford it, Harry allowing Draco to take care of the money matters. Draco didn't work, he spent his days watching over Harry.

He could have spent those days going to clubs, picking up random chicks, having one night stands daily, but no. He was sharing a 2 bedroom apartment in a muggle city with the Golden boy.

To be honest though, he would much rather stay at home and make sure Harry was alive and well, rather then pick up random drunk girls that just want to screw.

His friends were disappointed at the fact that he wouldn't go clubbing with them every night, so he never told them anything really all that truthful.

Like the fact that he is gay...

Or has a crush on Potter.

Oh God, they would probably think he went insane or just murder him. But, the Gryffindor he loved was beginning to show no emotion, not crying, but not smiling either.

Since Draco and Harry had separate bedrooms, Harry never really left his. He became a skeleton with a skin suit, not caring about food anymore at all.