𝕙𝕠𝕝𝕕 𝕠𝕟, 𝕚 𝕤𝕥𝕚𝕝𝕝 𝕨𝕒𝕟𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦

Seeing Him pt.3

Seeing Him will be a 2-3 part chapter. They are being posted at the same time, yet written at different times. Each chapter should be 900-2000 words long. Enjoy, babe!

Draco's PoV

I watched Charlie and every one leave. I sighed. I heard Harry humming in the distance and smiled. I was suddenly filled with an overwhelming feeling of love. Merlin, I love Harry. So much.

When he got to the top, his humming stopped abruptly as his eyes met me. Clearing my throat, I stood up higher.

"Hey, babe," I said as a way of greeting. He smiled softly at me. But it wasn't a normal smile. It wasn't the smile that put butterflies in my stomach or the one that made me want to fall to my knees and suck him off. It was a sad, pitiful excuse of a smile.

"Hello, my love," I smiled. I always loved it when Harry called me that.

"What are you doing up here?" He asked me. I walked over to him and cupped his face with my hand.

"I know what you're about to do. And I'm here to stop you," I said, hopefully, confidently. A look of horror came across her face. He shook his head.

"No, I'm not doing anything," He studdered. I sofened my stature and smiled softly at him. Even though I was furious about what he was planning to do, he was an adorable liar.

"Harry, love, you're terrible at lying," I whispered, running a hand through his hair. He half smiled at me and wrapped his arms around my neck.

"Apparently, what you're planning to do tears future me to pieces," I said softly, winding my arms around his neck. He pulled a confused look and I leaned in, nuzzling my face in his neck. He tightened his arms around me.

"What do you mean, my love?" He asked. I sniffed, trying my best to hold back tears as I answered.

"You went through with this, so the twins and Charlie came back in time using a Time-Turner. It's me job to talk you out of it, and if I succeed, which I hope I do, future me won't be shattered," I said. Harry shook his head.

"You don't understand, Dray," He whispered. I heard him sniff softly.

"Please, don't cry, please," I said, tears springing to my eyes as I begged my boyfriend not to cry. Because if Harry cried, I would cry. And I had to stay strong for him.

"Harry, would you dir for me?" I asked him, kissing the side of his neck softy.

"Yes," He answered without hesitation. I flushed slightly, choking on a breath.

"Would you die for Hermione?" I pressed. His answer was once again yes.

"Would you die for Teddy? Weasley? What about Ginny? Perhaps Charlie?" He shushed me.

"Yes, all of them, without hesitation," He said. I pulled back. Locking our eyes, I stared into the captivating emeralds. The greens swirled and made him look like an entirely different Harry. Maybe it was memories I held including his eyes.

Our first date was at Madame Pudifoots, which Harry had confessed he was dreading, but after going, as we were walking back to Hogwarts when he had told me he actually enjoyed our date. It had began to rain on the way back, and he swears that I squealed as we ran for shelter below a tree. Our eyes had met and I remember being lost in the oceans of green.

Our first kiss was about 5 months ago. We had been screaming back and forth at each other in our dorm. I snapped something to do with me not being ashamed that I love him. He'd stared at me for a second before walking quickly, I mean he was fucking fast, over to me and grabbing my face suddenly, smashing our lips together. We pulled apart a second later and looked at each other. I'd stared into his gorgeous green orbs, then our lips had met again. It was soon a harsh battle of teeth and tongue. Harry had pulled away and hugged me had repeated "I love you," over and over again until I stopped him with another kiss. "I love you too," I'd answered, breathless.

It had also been our first 'I love you'.

The first time we made love, Harry had looked down at me, silently making sure it was okay. I smiled at him, and he pushed in. I had forgotten my pain, staring deeply into his swirling eyes. Harry kept checking in on me as he bottomed out, being sure that I was alright. I assured him I was and he gave me the best time that night. I'd given this adonis my virginity and I hadn't regretted one minute of it.

"If you'd die for them, why won't you live for them? Live for me?" I begged him. He shook his head.

"Draco, I-" I cut him off by kissing him.

"Please, Harry. Whatever it is, we can talk about it, you can get through this!" I promised. Harry shook his head profusely. I'd wanted to scream.

"Harry, you're the boy who lived, not the boy who lived to commit suicide! Please, we can fix this, whatever it is. If it's nightmares, we can get you some Dreamless Sleep prescribed. If it's survivors guilt, we can schedule an appointment with a Mind Healer. Whatever is bothering you to the point that you think death is the only option has a way to fix it. There is something we can do to make it better, baby, I promise!" I said, peppering his face with kisses.

"It's so hard," He sobbed, and before I could react, he collapsed. I tried my best to hold him, but we ended up in a tangled mess on the floor.

"What's hard, honey? What is it?" I asked. I wanted him to talk to me. Just to tell me what was wrong so we could fix it. WE.

"Draco," He sobbed. I nodded, one hand wrapped around his shoulders, the other running my fingers through his hair.

"I'm right here, Haz," I assured him.

"Don't leave me, please don't leave me," He weeped, clinging onto me as if I'd disappear. I just held onto his tighter, holding him in a bone-crushing hug. I knew I was hurting him, but it was what he needed.

"I'm not going anywhere, Mon Roi," I promised, using one of his favorite nicknames. One in French, which translated to My King.

All I could do was hold him, trying my best to soothe him. I didn't want to let him go. I wouldn't.

Credits to @dracoisthegayest for coming up with the line "He was the boy who lived, not the boy who lived to commit suicide"

Xoxo, Tiffany