Draco's POV:
He didn't really know why but he had allowed Harry to sit down with him.
Strange Draco thought to himself.
After Potter brought up Snape, Draco became a bit more upset. He had been upset a lot recently which he hated himself for. He had money, house elves, a mansion, he can get anything if he just asked, but he didn't like it. Draco Malfoy had a constant reputation to keep.
Breaks once publicly, he's out. He doesn't have time to be happy. Malfoy's don't have time to be happy.
"Well Potter we should get to know each other," Draco admitted. He continued, "What's it like being a Potter at home, betcha got it perfect in your little muggle home, hmm?"
Harry glanced towards the ground and scratched the back of his head. Did he really want to share this with him?
Fuck it he thought. "Well, it's not that great. They have me cook for them and clean. When they finish eating I get what's left, same with clothes, and furniture." Harry said. Draco's eyebrows were furrowed in a confused way.
No turning back now. Harry thought
"They will take away food for days on end, I used to live in a damn cupboard for Christ sakes! They hid me away from the world thinking they could snuff the magic out of me." Harry said, almost unable to stop.
"They hate all magic, everything not simple. And I'm everything they hate as a person," Harry's eyes began to tear. Draco's eyes were huge, he felt awful, he reached a hand across the table and put it on Harry's.
"Shh, it's alright Potter, you can stop," he muttered.
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Harry's words followed Draco all day. I'm everything they hate as a person. Malfoy sat concentrating in the Slytherin common room. Crabbe walks in with Pansy.
"What's wrong my dude?" Pansy said in a dizzy sort of way. Clearly drunk. Crabbe sat her down and said, "That Potters prat friends weren't with him today."
"Why is that, Crabbe?" Draco demanded getting visually nervous.
"I saw the mud blood with the weasel at the three broomsticks, no Potter in sight."
Draco started blushing and sweating.
"Don't worry Dracie. I'm sure your sweet Potter is fine."
Draco went red, his fists clenched up. "Tread lightly," he got up and left.
Sweet Merlin, Pansy can piss me off when she's drunk.
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HARRYS POV:
"Bloody hell Harry, you scared me today!" Ron lectured, "Don't you know if your going to be running off you should tell us?"
"Honestly Ron, you're sounding like your mother!" Hermione argued, "Harry was fine, right?"
"Yep, sure" Harry muttered with no sense of concern. All he could think about is Draco. He was comforting him. Harry couldn't understand it. Stop thinking about him!
He couldn't no matter how hard he tried.
"I'm going to go practice flying." Harry said. He left the Great Hall to a field.
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"Accio broom" Harry said with a flick of his wand. Soon enough his Firebolt came flying into view. At the same time a strikingly handsome blond came outside.
"Oi Potter, I saw you left the great hall. I thought I'd practice with you," The blond said.
Harry really wanted to be alone, "I'd rather play alone Malfoy."
Draco rolled his eyes and ignored him, "Scared, Potter?" Harry laughed at his reference.
"Dickhead," Harry said. "Fine, raise the stakes though, let's race."
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𝙰 𝙵𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝙻𝚒𝚗𝚎 - 𝙳𝚛𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚢- incomplete
FanfictionDraco and Harry are in their 8th year both injured. They find out that the other may not be so bad but they both have reputations. They take up a secret relationship, Will it stay secret?
