|Draco Malfoy|The Boy Who Made All The Wrong Choices

Chapter 5

The day continued on and all the houses gathered in the Great Hall. The golden trio sat where they normally do, Harry looking at the entrance for a certain Slytherin. Hermione snapped her fingers in front of his dazed face to get his attention. Harry's head whipped around to meet his friends gaze.
"Have you heard the rumors?" She asked him.
"No? What rumors." Ron chimed in.
"Someone said they overheard Malfoy talking about his father beating him." Harry's face fell.
"What?"
"Yeah, and said that he and Pansy got into an argument in the middle of the hall and he said that he was scared of his father beating him again, or something like that. Said he was crying." Ron finished. As if on cue, the blonde prince himself walked in, following his best friend. Harry jolted out of his seat and strode over to the unsuspecting blonde. Pansy noticed Harry first and whispered a warning to Draco. Draco looked up at the boy in front of him.
"Well, well. If it isn't scarhead. What do you want, Potter?" Coming out as the usual Draco sarcasm. Harry stood his ground and looked into the stormy blue eyes. He could still see the pain behind them.
"Can I talk to you In private?" He asked, concern in his voice. Draco looked at him dumbfounded, the words being lost in his throat. Pansy noticed this and nudged him in the side. The two boys walked out of the Hall together leaving behind whispers and shocked people. The journey was silent, Draco only spoke up when they made it to the prefects bathroom.
"What do you want..." He asked, his voice breaking, he cursed at himself for letting it do so. Harry moved towards him and took his hands in his. Draco was visibly shaking, badly. His hands unable to remain still. He was a deer in the headlights of an oncoming car. The whole time their eyes stayed locked. Emerald penetrating the storm clouds like a green sun. Draco was visibly unstable and about to cry, his lips started to tremble and he knew Harry knew his secret.
"It's ok. I won't hurt you. Just let me see them." Draco remained silent, only nodding his head. Harry slowly pushed up his sleeves, Draco wincing in pain at the touch. Harry's eyes went wide as he stared at the self inflicted wounds. He looked up, seeing the tear tracks streaming down the other boys face. All Harry could think of was hugging him and telling him it will be alright. So that's what he did. Pulling the blonde boy into his arms, he was taken aback
when he clung onto Harry sobbing like a child. "It's alright, shhh." He hushed the boy in his arms. He rocked Draco back and fourth and it's as if time had stopped. Draco's walls, built up over years of pain and rejection, came crumbling down and he just let himself free in the arms of the only person he'd ever loved. 3 minutes later his senses came back. He pulled away from the warm arms, instantly regretting the act. Draco looked up into those eyes again and shrieked.
"Going to have a laugh now!? Now that you've seen the infamous Draco cold hearted bloody Malfoy cry, you're going to go to your little friends and have a laugh! Well go then!" Harry raised his hands in defense at the sudden outburst. His mouth opened to speak but was instantly ignored. "No, don't! Just don't! I've had to deal with this my whole life and now you're going to tell everyone how weak I am! My fathers gonna hear and then I'll be dead! Maybe that's what we all need! To get me out of the picture!" Tears are running down his pale face, scars revealing themselves.
"Malfoy I-"
"All I've ever wanted was someone to love me! That's all I've ever wanted! Someone to care about me as much as I care about them! But no! Do you thing anyone wants this!?" Motioning to himself. "Ever since I first met you I've been a Slytherin bitch! All because I'm to much of a fucking pussy to come out with who I am! How I feel!" His breathing is rigged and broken by sobs. Harry's eyes filled with tears at hearing Malfoy, his enemy, say how he truly feels about himself. "When the fucking truth is, I love you!" His voice broke. Both their eyes went wide, Draco's hands closing over his mouth instantly regretting his words. He just looked at Harry with fear. Harry returned the gaze. Moments passed before a gagging noise broke the silence. Draco doubled over and ran to the closest stall, not bothering to lock the door. He'd barely made it to the toilet before clear liquid spewed from within him. Harry crouched down next to him, rubbing soothing little circles on his back. Draco tried restraining his stomach making him cough.
"Shhh, it's alright, don't fight it, let it up." Harry said while holding back the blondes fringe. The vomiting worsened causing Harry to worry. Draco started to cry in pain, scratching at his chest for relief. Harry wrapped his arms around the skinny torso and unclasped the green robes followed by the white dress shirt. Harry froze when he felt the pale indent of ribs move with every lurch. The feeling of raised scars left Harry speechless as he rubbed small patterns on the pale stomach underneath him. When the gagging ceased and the shaking stopped, Draco turned himself around to look into the emerald eyes again.
"Why are you here..." Draco's words were stopped by Harry crashing his lips into the pale, chapped, slightly bloodied ones. They kissed for what seemed like hours.
"Don't ever think that no one loves you." Harry started the moment they broke apart. Draco's lips were trembling uncontrollably, whimpers made the presence known every now and again.
"Y-you're lying..." He looked away in disbelief. Harry gently grabbed his pale face and tilted his head up to meet his gaze. He brought a calloused hand up to trace the blondes pale scar.
"You're father I presume?" Draco's mouth dropped.
"How did..."
"I know your father beats you, Malfoy." Draco's eyes filled with more tears. "Hey, Hey, don't cry, shhh." He soothed.
"Draco."
"What?"
"My name is Draco...Malfoy is my father...i-I'm not my father..." his voice broke.
"Alright then, Draco." The two stayed put on the bathroom floor, calming each other down until Draco spoke up.
"So what does this mean..." he questioned. The raven haired boy lent down and whispered into the blondes ear, causing his heart to jump.
"Would you want us to be together forever, Dray?" Draco looked into Harrys eyes and smiled.
"Y-you mean it...you'd want me? Me and all my problems?"
"You're different, Draco. There is nothing wrong with that. That's what makes you unique and beautiful." Their faces, mere inches apart. "And yes. I will deal with your father. The Order can save you, Draco. I can save you." Harry told him only the truth, stroking his hair.
"I love you." The words life his lips faster than he could form them. Harry captured the chapped lips in his own yet again.
"I love you, too, Draco."