To Dare You

Chapter Twenty-eight

A/N: If you hate not good writing, you should leave, just got diagnosed with GERD, so I'm like, dead. (Insert Lenny face...)

"H- Harry?" A soft, fragile voice asked from his side as Harry lay, almost asleep.

"'Mione, can I- I eat later?" He groaned between small cries. Of course she had to be holding his hand. Everyone was so sympathetic towards him, and it was now very, very annoying. "I don't feel so- so good."

"It's not Granger."

"Fuck, Malfoy, sod off." Harry yelled, anger bubbling in his stomach. "Seriously, go away, last thing I need is your arse here after what you said." He growled, burying his face into his pillow, yelling into it, finding it hard as he inhaled the salty smell of tears.

"Can you just listen to me?" He asked.

"In case you haven't realized, Malfoy, I don't want to."

"Harry, please-" He wiped Harry's tears as he faced him, his warm thumb caressing his cheek.

"Malfoy, what do you think you're doing?" Harry asked, sending Draco's hand away with a flinch. "Why would you want to talk to a fag? Fag of Hogwarts, as people say," He spat.

"Harry, just listen, please," He pleaded, tears filling his eyes.

"I'm all ears," He drawled.

"I just wanted to say sorry, Haz." He sighed. "I- I don't know w- why I said that, really. It just slipped. And It makes no sense b- because I myself am gay," He looked at his feet disappointedly. "Father used to say it was bad, and I think I got scared and I just did it."

"Okay?" Harry looked away, as though Draco thought he had solved everything. "And you're gay. Cool."

"Harry, please forgive me, I'm not joking."

"And why... would I?" Harry raised his eyebrows, tears still lingering in his eyes.

"Because I didn't mean it, that was a fucked up thing to say, and I- I saw what you did. Arm."

"Oh, so you're just apologizing so you can take care of me like a baby?"

"No, thats not what I meant!"

"Sure it isn't, you just pity me."

"I'm really, really sorry," He ignored his comment. "I'll give you time- just please, consider forgiving me." The white ferret scurried away, leaving a trail of tears on the bed and floor.

Harry threw his pillow angrily at the door where Draco had just walked out.

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Squeak. Draco nosed Harry's wet-from-tears cheek, licking the tears away sadly.

"Malfoy, go away." Harry managed between small cries. A day had passed and Hermione and Pansy had left, leaving him potions and a list of instructions in case he needed to make mor and neither were available. Homework still piled, and all the golden boy did was lay in his bed and cry his heart out.

The stubborn animal shook his head, patting Harry's cheek lovingly. "Are you okay?" His hand magnetized to Harry's as usual.

"Does it l- look like i- it?" Harry asked, looking at him with a swollen red face.

"No." Draco pulled him into a hug, rocking the whimpering brunette in his arms.

Harry was too broken and tired to fight back or even punch him. Hr barely could tell who he was. Well, he knew, but not enough to think anything about it. He leaned into Draco and cried more, not even sure what he was so sad about at that point.