nudes >> drarry

lxiv

Draco looked around the room and sighed. All of his clothes and belongings were now packed away in suitcases and boxes which were scattered around his room. It was harder than he anticipated, leaving and all. Hogwarts was where he had some of his best memories in life, some of his worst also, but he just couldn't shake the feeling that he shouldn't be leaving, not on these terms. But for the millionth time this week he shook those feeling off. Started packing those feelings away in boxes just as had with his belongings, pushing away all the unwanted thoughts to the very back of his mind. Those were problems he could deal with at another time. Or maybe never, either one was fine with the boy.

He checks his watch again, his dad should be here to take him home soon. That was an interaction he was not looking forward too. Feelings of guilt once again flooded his mind. He never said goodbye to Harry. Not really anyways, not in person.

The boy sat at the edge of his now empty bed and cradled his head in his hands, fists tugging on his already messy blonde hair. Father isn't gonna like that, he thought to himself.

All of a sudden he heard his door creek open. The first thought that came to his mind is that his father had arrived but he quickly threw out that thought. His father has never in his life opened a door slowly. Always threw it open in order to bring every eye in the room to him, to be everyones main focus no matter where he was.

So finally he looked up to see.... absolutely no one. What the actual fuck? he thought to himself.

Then out of literally thin air Harry fucking Potter appeared. And just because he goes to school full of wizards doesn't mean that he didn't jump a foot in the air in that second, and also almost had a heart attack.

For a second he thought that this was some kind of dream, but no. A very angry Harry was standing in the dead center of his room.

A second later that very angry Harry was marching over to the taller boy. Draco had never been so scared in his entire life. If he didn't know any better he would thing that the anger ridden boy was gonna use sectumsempre right then and there.

Luckly he didn't. Non the less the slytherin boy was practically shaking by now.

Finally, Harry was close enough for Draco to actually see the rage and despair burning in his green eyes.

Yup. He's so dead.

Harry stood in front of Draco for a brief second before he grabbed the others arm, forcefully pulling him up so that he stood face to face to the fuming Gryffindor.

There was a second of silence before-- "DRACO LUCIUS MALFOY, HOW FUCKING DARE YOU!"

The accused boy opened his mouth to speak only to be cut off before he got the chance.

"NO YOU DON'T GET TO SPEAK YET. HOW FUCKING DARE YOU RIP MY HEARTS INTO PIECES THEN YOU HAVE THE FUCKING AUDACITY TO TRY AND LEAVE WITHOUT EVEN SAYING GOODBYE! I've had enough of your shit, I'm challenging your father to a duel, winner keeps you."

" Okay first, you can't duel my father. You'd kill each other and most likely destroy the school. Second, technically I haven't left yet sooo you can't really be mad at me." That last remark earned him a harsh punch to arm.

The blonde quieted when he noticed tears glistening in the other emerald eyes that he loves so much. Instead he just looked to his feet, not knowing what to say. He knows what he's done as hurt Harry, but it has also hurt him. It hurt a lot more than Draco had ever anticipated.

A broken voice tore him away from his thoughts and brought his eyes back to the smaller boy. "How could you do this Draco?"

The look on his face is what finally pushed Draco off the edge. Tears sprung to eyes and before he could even attempt to stop them, hot tears were trailing down his cheeks. Something inside him shattered at seeing the strongest person he had ever met looking so broken and vulnerable.