𝑾𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝑳𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝑩𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉

Chapter 8

♡AN:Incase anyone is confused this chapter is from Harry's point of view and for this whole story it's going to be on and off POV's between the two boys.  This whole story is set after the war. Some chapters contain minor mature content references including abuse and sexual acts/rape and strong language. I'll give you a  '💢' if there are scenes of abuse, '♨️' if there are any Unwanted sexual assault (rape), and an ' ⭕️' Self harm. In this chapter there are only harmful mentions of self harm and sexuality. If you want to listen to music in the background I recommend listening to The nights by Avicii. I'll give you a '✩' to when you should start playing the song. If you listen to it in the background softly you'll find it gives the story much more effect. Enjoy!!♡

I woke up, and realized I was already sitting upright. I rubbed at my eyes only to realize I still had my glasses on and that I was sitting on the couch. A random show was playing on the Telly and I realized I must have fallen asleep while watching something. I stood up groggily and stretched. I turned off the TV and headed upstairs to check on Draco. His door was closed and for a moment I thought he was asleep but I didn't hear any whimpering from nightmares.

I knocked on the door but no reply. I turned the knob and walked in to find Draco sitting on the floor, his legs cross crossed. Several loose pieces of printer papers that I had supplied him with, were full of drawings surrounding him. He was focused intently on a sketch he was working on. The drawings were endless, stretching out from different types of potions all the way to different types of wands.

"Woah." I breathed.

He looked up at the sound of my voice and a faint blush made his way onto his face.

"I- uh sorry about the mess." He said looking around the paper filled floor.

"Oh it's no problem, A sketchbook would've been simpler but I didn't have any on me, this was the best I could do." I said rubbing my neck.

He didn't reply but he went back to his drawing. I walked over to the bed, trying to avoid stepping on any of his papers. I sat down and glanced around. My gaze landed on the blonde and I found myself studying him, from the way his hair fell over his forehead, to the way his eyebrows furrowed in concentration. I smiled.

After a couple of minutes he dropped the pencil and examined his artwork. I got up and kneeled down beside him and my mouth dropped open to form an "O"

It was a drawing of a hand grasping a golden snitch. The snitch's wings were flared out and it was like I could see an actual live image of the drawing. (A/N if you need a Visual look up above, the picture isn't mine it belongs to the owner.)

"Woah Draco that's absolutely amazing!" I exclaimed.

"You really think so? I- it's just a sketch." He asked biting his lip while picking up the drawing and holding it out in front of him to examine it.

I nodded my head, "of course, it's stunning!"

A grin made its way on his face and my breathing hitched. I found that I couldn't look away from his gorgeous smile. A blush crept on my face and I found myself hoping he didn't notice.

"Are you Done?" I asked him.

"For now, yeah." He said as he started to pick up his drawings.