This Feels Like Falling in Love || Drarry

4: Crying and Comfort

The common room was dark when Harry got in, the only light source being the fire and one small lamp. He made his way down the small stairs carefully and then went to the couch.

Draco was there, hunched over the table with one arm resting on the surface and holding up his head, buried in his white-blonde hair. The other hand had a quill in it, but there were no words written on his scroll.

Draco didn't look up at Harry, maybe he didn't see him. Harry sat next to him on the small couch, Draco came out of his trance and turned to look at Harry.

Harry's eyes were red and puffy, it was obvious that he had been crying.

Draco's hand fell from his hair, leaving it a fluffy mess on top of his head.

"Harry," Draco said, using his first name. "Are you okay?" He asked in a soft voice.

Harry couldn't say anything, he turned his head to look down at his hands, hoping Draco would leave him alone, but also wishing he wouldn't.

Draco placed a hand lightly on Harry's shoulder and asked again, barely above a whisper.

"Are you okay?"

Harry broke. Crying for the third time in less than 24 hours. Draco's hand lifted from his shoulder in shock. Harry, in a moment of weakness, moves closer to Draco and lays a head on his shoulder.

Hot tears streaked down Harry's face and soaked into the shoulder of Draco's jumper. His arms floor the movement and wrap around Draco's shoulders, burying himself in the crook of the other boy's neck.

Draco sat there, stunned by this. 'The Boy Who Lived', the boy who defeated Voldemort, the strongest person he knew, was crying on his shoulder. Recovering from the shock, Draco wrapped his arms lightly around the crying boy. He rubbed small circles into Harry's back in an attempt to comfort him. Draco's mother had done it to him when he was younger and he hoped the gesture would work with Harry as well.

And it did.

After a few minutes, Harry had stopped crying and his breathing was back to normal. Even after Harry caught his breath, Draco held him in his arms, quietly rubbing his back, one hand now in his hair too. Draco didn't mind the tears staining his shirt, nor did he mind the arms around his shoulders or the forehead rested against his neck, feeling like a perfect fit.

When Harry did pull away, a moment passed between them.

Harry stared into Draco's eyes for a few seconds, watching the fire reflect in the light blue orbs. His own eyes traced Draco's sharp jawline and cheekbones then landed on his lips. They were slightly parted and a soft pink. Harry wondered what they would feel like, What they would taste like. His gaze flicked back up to Draco's eyes, the other boy had a look of wonder on his face. They were inches away from each other, Harry's arms still draped over Draco's shoulders and Draco's around Harry's waist.

And then Harry pulled away, using his sleeve to wipe his nose and standing.

He moved closer to the fire, pacing back and forth, his thoughts a mess from the events of the day.

"Harry," he hears Draco say faintly. "Was it about Ginny?"

Tears pricked back into his eyes and he wiped them away quickly, not wanting to cry again that day.

"Yes." How did he know?

"Do you want to talk about it?"

"Yes- No." Harry switches between responses and falls back onto the couch.