talk to me. [Drarry AU]

Chapter 15

Of course the fucking astronomy tower. That boy knows me too well. He knows that I love the stars. He knows that I took him there frequently on our "dates". So of fucking course he would choose to meet me there.

I didn't think I could bring myself to go. But here I am, walking there. Granted, I'm already 7 minutes late. But I don't care at this point.

My hands were tucked neatly into the pockets of my jacket as a sauntered my way through the halls. I made it quicker than I intended to. With a heavy sigh, I entered.

"I was starting to think you weren't gonna show up," Harry tried his best at a genuine smile, but it didn't matter. My face was pinned to his shoes.

"What do you want?" All I wanted was to get out of here, that's for sure. I knew this was a bad idea all along. I'm going to cry. I can feel the tears coming on.

"For you to sit down," the shorter boy gestured for me to sit against the wall, presumably next to him as he sat as well. I eventually did sit, after much mental arguing. But I left at least two meters between us. My eyes now switched over to my own shoes.

I could feel the raven-haired boy stare directly into the side of my skull. "You love me?" He questioned.

"Way to start a conversation, Potter." I felt defeated. Never once in my life did I feel this vulnerable.

"Draco. I'm serious. I need you to actually talk to me. Please."  he practically begged.

"I can't." My voice failed me, cracking at the last word. I couldn't do this. I couldn't look at him face to face. This was a bad idea. I need to get out of here.

"Why aren't you looking at me?" he questioned.

"I can't." That was the truth.

"Please say more than two words. I'm trying here, Draco." He was trying to what? I finally turned my head, looking straight into Harry's eyes.

"You're trying to what, Harry? Trying to fix us? We were broken before you could even say 'boo'. I cannot be your friend. I don't know why you can't see that. I can barely be in the same room as you. You drive me mad. I shouldn't be here right now. I think I am going to leave," I tried to use the minimal strength I had left in my body to stand, but I was soon pulled back down by my wrist.

The shorter boy was right next to me now, scooting closer so he could reach my arm as I stood. I could feel the warmth radiating off of his body.

"Draco, I swear. If you would've told me," the sadness in his voice was evident as well.

"Told you what, Potter? That I have a little crush on you? I can't control your life and you can't control mine, so please, let me leave. I do not want to be here," now it was me begging. I stared deep into his eyes, switching my gaze from one to the other, one to the other. A single tear rolled down my cheek.

"Why not? Why don't you want to be here?" He made an attempt to grab my hand, but I quickly pulled it away. I tried standing up again. This time, I was successful.

But Harry stood too, and ran towards the door. He beat me to it and stood in front of it, blocking my way out.

" Harry Potter let me the fuck out of here now. Stop being a bitch," I was getting claustrophobic. The room was big, but it felt like the walls were closing in. I couldn't get a good breath or I'm sure the tears would start. And I'm not sure if once they start, I'd be able to get them to stop.

"Not until you answer my question!" His voice was louder, but not stern, more of a pleading squeal.

"I do not want to be here because this is incredibly uncomfortable for me. If you even care slightly about my feeling, you will move out of the way. And if you do not move out of the way, I am not afraid to jump. Do you really want to witness my death?" I knew he wouldn't, but still, he didn't move.

"Draco you don't mean that. I just want to talk to you, that's all," his eyes were sad.

"Talk about what? You have a boyfriend, Potter. I hate myself for loving you. Is that what you want to hear? I fucking loathe myself for my feelings towards you. I fucking hate you. You're the worst thing to ever happen in my life. You're no friend. You're nothing to me. I hate you so much Harry Potter," and now I was sobbing. "I hate you. I hate you. I hate you...." I kept whimpering to myself, as a way to try and implement it into my brain. If I believed it, maybe it would come true.

But I didn't care in this moment. I needed out. I walked closer to the boy in the door frame. Normally, I would've, relatively easily, been able to shove him out of the way. But in my shaken up state, his body was too heavy for my weak arms and clouded vision.

I placed my hands on one of his arms, trying to push Harry out of the way. He wouldn't budge. "Let me out!" I pleaded. No response. I used all of my body weight, leaning into the shorter boy violently. Until he did move. He didn't move from the doorway, just shifted his body to face me. This caused me to slip. I fell towards him, preparing myself for the impact of the cold floor. But instead, I felt arms wrap around me.

I couldn't help myself. I was in need of comforting, no matter who it came from. I threw my arms around his neck resting my head on his shoulder. I could feel his arms around my waist, as tight as they could be. One of his hands drew small circles on my back with a finger. I sobbed. I shouldn't be hugging him, breathing in his familiar scent through my stuffed nose, feeling his soft hair tickle my cheek. This was too much, it made me want him more. But I couldn't leave.

My limp body melted into Harry's, as I coughed out another cry, "Har-" I couldn't even get out a full word without taking a sharp breath in.

"Shhhh, it's okay, Dray," the shorter boy comforted. "It'll all be okay, do you hear me?" I slowly nodded into his neck. "Everything is gonna be all right."

The room fell silent once again. Well, besides my sniffling and occasional coughing. I had mostly calmed down. We just stood there, hugging, and never wanting to let go.

Until Harry broke the silence, "I love you too, Draco."