better than fighting || drarry fanfiction

it's okay to cry

It's been a good few minutes 'till Draco and I finally pulled away. He turned his face away, looking embarrassed by the whole situation. We both finally had something in common from that aspect.

"It's alright you know?" I said. He furrowed his brows.

"It's okay to cry." He scoffed and crossed his arms—then started walking over to the wall that I'd been hiding behind earlier and let himself drop to the floor. His knees sprouted up, and his arms were wrapped around his legs. I knelt down beside him.

"Why'd you do that?" He asked.

"Do what?"

He looked at me with a displeased look. "Why'd you hug me ...?" He stopped looking at me and his face glowed with a soft flush.

"I...I guess I just wanted to." That wasn't exactly the response I was going for.

"Why on earth would the Chosen One want to hug some guy that's been trying to torment him his whole life?" He began to chuckle.

"I asked myself that same question the moment I pulled you into my arms." He laughed some more, and his face was now regaining some life.

"I'm a failure, Harry." The laughing stopped now and the air around us felt cold.

"Why do you say that?"

"Because! I'm a bloody death eater!" He shouted.

My eyes were fixated onto him. The pain in his still hadn't left. I knew this wasn't him. I knew deep down, he never chose to go down that path. His father is vile, and his mother probably does nothing to stop him.

"It's not your fault." I finally said.

"And how would you know that, Potter?" He shot back.

"It's your father, isn't it? He's forcing you into this, isn't he?" My words sounded like I was interagating him. He didn't respond.

"I should've run away. I should've done something." His voice was so quiet, he was practically whispering.

"You can't beat yourself up over this. You haven't done anything yet. I can help you. We can kick Voldemort's ass together...as a team." I let out a weak laugh. He finally smiled and I swear my heart fluttered like a million butterflies had just been set free. Draco layed his head back against the wall. We both sat there in the silence until I felt a hand on top of mine. I looked down to see Draco's gently tracing down my fingers. My eyes then met his as he leaned over. I could feel his breath against my face and his eyes—so beautiful. We were inches away, until he finally closed the gap between us. His lips crashed against mine. They were soft and warm, a huge contrast to how he felt before. It was everything I always thought it would be. We kept going. He was practically pushing into me and I didn't want him to stop. My hands slipped down to his waist and his were tearing out my hair. I don't want this to end.

"BOYS KISSING! BOYS KISSING IN THE BATHROOM!" Myrtle giggled out, pointing a finger causing us both to quickly pull away from each other. We awkwardly looked away and didn't say a word.

"Um...well that was unexpected." I finally said, cutting up the tension.

"Yeah...I'm sorry I probably shouldn't have done that." He replied, rubbing his arms and pulling at his sleeves.

"I wouldn't take it back though." I smiled. He looked at me in disbelief and then started laughing.

"Can you believe it?"

"Believe what?" I asked.

"We've been fighting for 7 years and now we just made out in Moaning Myrtle's bathroom!" He said, running his hands through his hair.

"I like this a lot better than fighting."

"Me too."