It Started With Letters - Drarry

Platonic

Harry lay face down, his head buried in his pillow.

His breath came in strained, tired gasps. There was a slight ringing in his ears, which he assumed was to block out the conversation going on just outside the door.

He wished deeply there was a spell to block out pain.

He pressed the teacup to his ear, hoping maybe, in some magical way, he would be able to hear her. That she would tell him it would all be okay and she would be there soon. That she would sing him to sleep like a mother should.

He imagined that she had, that when he was small and lying in his bed, she would have sung him to sleep. He had tried to imagine her voice many times but all he got was her blood freezing scream.

He placed the teacup down on his bedside table and brought his hand back above the bed, slamming it into the pillow.

Suddenly a pair of cool hands slipped round his waist and a body lay down beside him.

It tugged at his top and he turned curling up into it's chest. The smell of apples and cologne hit him instantly as he relaxed into Draco's touch.

Draco's fingers danced on his shoulder, caressing him comfortingly.

His hot breath tickled as it ran down the back of his neck. He sat up slighty leaning against the headboard and holding Harry into his chest.

Harry pulled back after a while and looked up at Draco.

His eyes were bleak, Draco noticed instantly, they had lost their usual sparkle and looked to be a dull hazel.

He brought his hand up to move the hair off Harrys forehead before running his hand through it.

Harry mimicked the action and ran both his hands through Draco's hair. Their faces so close that their noses were almost touching.

Suddenly Harry leaned closer pressing his lips to Draco's, gentle as if asking for permission, that Draco quickly gave.

Draco hands reached the small of his back, pulling him in closer.

Their lips pressed together, fitting like a puzzle.

Draco pulled back, their lips barely touching.

He moved forwards again kissing the edge of Harry's mouth, then his jaw and then his neck.

He sucked on the sweet spot at the back of neck and Harry whimpered. Draco smirked against his skin, sitting back and rubbing his thumb gently over his handiwork making Harry shiver.

Harry leaned forward and kissed him again, wiping the grin off his mouth.

Harry pulled back and nuzzled his head into the crook of Draco's neck. Draco smiled and wrapped his arms around him, "Platonically," he murmured.

"Yeah platonically," Harry responded.

The words echoed in the air between them, a perfect lie.

Draco returned to sleeping in the Slytherin dorms that night.

Harry tossed and turned, sleep taunting him but he never caught it,

Instead he sat in front of the fire reading the same paragraph of his potions book over and over.

Tuesday went by in a blur, most of which involved Harry staring unfocusedly at his table, sleep or the lack off it impacting him greatly.

Whispers were everywhere we went, rumours flying like wildfire. Teachers seemed to be taking it easy on him or in Snape's case blatantly ignoring his existence.