Until The Very End
This is my first Drarry fluff fanfiction/oneshot. Sorry for the grammer mistakes btw. I hope you enjoy it, if you do please reblog or like this post to let me know if I should continue writing more fanfictions. thank you so much! :D (also check out my wattpad for more upcoming fanfictions: obsessionobsessed)
“Watch out where you’re going, Potter!” Draco yelled as he and Harry bump shoulders walking down a narrow hallway. All of Harry’s quills, ink bottles, and books fell to the floor.
Harry was in a rush to get out of Potions and get to the Griffindor tower to have his weekend to relax in his room.
Ron, Neville, Dean, and Seamus where staying with Hermione and Ginny at Hogmead for a few nights so he’d have the room to himself.
There was nothing to do except stare at the map and obsess over Draco. Harry fancied the blond boy.
After making it to his room, Harry threw all his stuff in his trunk and plopped down on the bed then took the map out of his robes.
Draco was accompanied by three other guys who’s names, he did not know. The three where rather closer to Draco than Harry would have liked to admit.
Throwing the cloke over himself, Harry set off towards Draco and the three other boys.
Harry could hear the conversation before he rounded the corner to Draco and the boys. He stopped behind the wall to listen.
“…and no one cares, Malfoy. No one does. Your worthless and no one loves you. Not even your parents, your mother only gave birth to you so they could carry out the Malfoy name.”
Harry turned the corner to see Draco acrossed the hall, with his shoulders pinned to the wall by two of the boys on either side, while the third was spitting insults in his face. All three of the boys where towering over Draco, and where well built.
“You’re a discussing sight to see, Malfoy.”
The two boys released Draco while the third shoved him to the ground. The trio walked down the nearest corridor and out of sight.
Draco stood up slowly, not bothering to brush off his robes. With his head hung, he walked to Moaning Myrtle’s bathroom.
Harry was stunned. Draco Malfoy, was being bullied? It didn’t seem possible, yet Harry watched the whole thing play out.
Harry wasn’t thinking what he was doing, but his gut- and his heart- told him to fallow Draco into the bathrooms.
Taking off the cloak and stuffing it into his robes, Harry, once again, followed Draco.
Harry stood in the door frame, his heart sank at the sight: Draco was staring into the bathroom’s mirror with his back to Harry; crying.
His hands where gripping the side of the sink so hard his knuckles where white, and his body was shaking from the impact of his sobs. His grey eyes where bloodshot and his hair was sticking out in every direction.
Harry’s heart broke just looking at him.
Harry took a few steps forward so he was standing mearly five feet away.
Draco spun around and pointed his wand at Harry. Harry did not draw out his wand, he just stood with his arms at his sides.
“W-what do you want, P-Potter?”
Draco stuttered, desperately trying to choke down his sobs, while using his free hand do frantically wipe away his tears.
Harry didn’t know what to say. ‘I saw you getting bullied’ 'I saw you sobbing over the sink’ 'I am deeply in love with you’
“I- I saw what happened- earlier”
Harry settled with, not looking away from Draco.
Draco’s puffy red eyes widened, and gave off a hint of fear and sorrow. A few more tears slipped from his eyes, he whipped them away with his sleve then muffled a choked sob.
“O- obl- oblivia-”
Draco was trying to wipe his memory, but he started sobbing uncontrollably. Hiccups where erupting from his throat and his hands and body where once again shaking. Tears where pouring from his eyes, creating a waterfall down his cheeks onto his black robes.
Harry couldn’t think of anything to do, he walked a few steps closer to Draco. In turn, Draco took a step back.
Draco was now shaking so hard he dropped his wand. Not bothering to pick it up, Draco walked a few more steps back until he felt the corner of the bathroom against his back.
Draco was covering his tear-stained face with both of his now soaked sleeves. He slowly sank onto the bathroom floor until his arms where wrapped around his legs and his face was buried in his knees.
Draco doesn’t care to notice when Harry crosses the room and sits next to him, their shoulders and legs pressing against each other.
“J- just go- go a-away P-Potter.”
Draco was stuttering so quietly it was almost hard to hear.
“I’m not leaving you.”
Harry said sternly yet softly.
Draco didn’t respond, or even look up at Harry, he stayed seated there, with his body pressed against Harry’s; still sobbing.
It was silent except for Draco’s sobbing and hiccups echoing around the bathroom.
Harry felt horrible, just sitting there while Draco was crying next to him. So he took a chance-
Harry took both of Draco’s wrists in his hands and pried them apart from around his legs. Draco jerked his wrists away and looked over at Harry, but didn’t protest.
Harry hooked both of his arms around Draco’s torso and rested his head in Draco’s chest. Draco was shocked for a second, but after the slight hesitation, he also linked his arms around Harry’s back, and laid his head in the crook between Harry’s head and shoulder, wetting Harry’s robes with tears that where still streaming down his face.
At first, the hug was a little awkward from the position both of the boys where in, but none less comfortable and calming. It seemed to last forever. Draco’s sobbing stopped completely, all that you could hear was the shallow breathing and Draco’s sniffing every so often.
After what seemed like an eternity, Harry slowly pulled away from Draco’s grasp.
Draco looked down at his lap in an attempt to hide the blush burning bright across his face.
“What happened back there?”
“You saw what happened.”
Draco replied, lowering his voice so Harry had to lean in to hear better.
“No, I mean why where those guys talking to you like that?”
Draco was silent, burying his face deeper into his knees.
“Draco; why where those guys talking to you like that?”
Harry repeated, turning his body towards Draco so he was now on his knees.
Draco speeds through, covering his head with his arms as if someone where about to hit him.
Draco removes his hands to his sides and is silent for another moment before taking in a big breath and exhaling; he looked directly at Harry and said slowly and steadily-
“They know it gets on my nerves and I break down like this, they enjoy it.”
Ruby red blush runs creeps across Draco’s cheeks as he looks down again.
Harry, once again, has no words. All he could think of to do, was to place his fingers under Draco’s jaw, and tilt his head up so they where gazing into each other’s eyes.
Emerald green crashed into icy gray for no more than two second, before Harry closed his eyes, tilted his head slightly to the right, and pressed his lips against Draco’s.
Unlike the hug, Draco didn’t hesitate to kiss Harry back. Draco’s eyes fluttered shut, and their lips moved in sync. They fit perfectly together, like they where two puzzle pieces.
The kiss was short, but passionate, Harry was the one to pull away. Draco’s eyes where still shut ad his mouth agape.
“S- sorry, I didn’t know what came over me.”
This time it was Harry’s turn to blush red hot. He looked away quickly and stood up. Draco stood up with him.
“Nothing to apologize for.”
Draco smiled and pulled Harry in by his Griffindor tie, and in for another kiss.
Their bodys where flush; chest against chest. Draco’s left hand ran up Harry’s shoulder and into his messy brown hair, while the other slid down to rest on his hip; pulling him as close as they could get. Harry’s hands snaked around and linked at the back of Draco’s neck.
When the two where kissing, it made Draco forget everything, his sadness, fear, depression.. everything except love, for The Boy Who Lived.
Nothing was ever lust at that moment, not even when Harry slid his toung across Draco’s bottom lip, asking for entrance. Draco parted his lips and let Harry explore his mouth.
The two where French kissing, and it was the most wonderful sensation to Draco, letting all of his worry flow out of him like a stream in the woods. It was pure bliss.
A long while later, Harry was again, the one to pull away, giving Draco one last passionate kiss.
“We should get going, people will start to wonder where you are.”
Harry was no more than an inch away from Draco, whispering his words in a sad tone, looking down at his and Draco’s shoes.
“I can’t go back,”
Draco pulled carefully away from Harry, only enough to take in his appearance- even messier hair, slightly crooked glasses and tie, and his vibrant green eyes still staring at their feet.
“I can’t let anyone see me like this.”
Draco gestured to his still bloodshot eyes, and tear-soaked robes.
Harry looked up and thought for a moment, his eyes lighted up.
Harry beamed. He reached into his robes and pulled out the invisibility cloke.
Draco smiled a toothy grin and took Harry’s hand.
They intertwined their fingers together while Harry pulled the cloke over the both of them.
The hallways where empty, it must have been past curfew. Most of the lights where out, but there was enough light to see where they where going without using their wands.
“You passed the Slytherin common room, Harry.”
Harry gave him a small smile even though he couldn’t see it.
They stopped in front of the sleeping Fat Lady’s frame.
Harry says from under the cloke. The Fat Lady doesn’t bother to open her eyes, just swings open her frame.
The Griffindor commen room is empty. Both the boys walk up the stairs into Harry’s room.
“What are we doing here?”
Draco asks as Harry pulls off the cloke along with his robes.
“We’re going to sleep, no offense but it looks like you need it.”
Ignoring the comment, Draco stiffens as Harry strips down to his boxers and crawls atop of what Draco can only assume is his bed.
“You coming then?”
Harry pulls the covers aside and motions to the left side of him so Draco can lay down.
Draco peals off his robes and throws them into a pile in the corner of the room along with the rest of his clothes and slips in bed aside Harry.
Harry’s stomach dropped at the sight of the scars on Draco’s wrists. He pretended not to notice, be he couldn’t look away, sadness and worry filled Harry’s heart and mind.
Draco seemed to notice Harry staring because he quickly jumped in bed and pulled the blankets over himself.
The bed was quite small, but big enough so only the boy’s arms touched.
Draco and Harry laid awkwardly for a while before Harry thankfully spoke up.
“Draco, why does what those guys say make you break down like that?”
Draco now wished for the awkward silence.
“I- I don’t know.”
Draco answered, looking anywhere except Harry.
“Well surly you don’t believe what they say is true, do you?”
Draco didn’t answer.
Harry turned on his side to face Draco.
“Draco, they’re just trying to get to you, what they say isn’t true.”
Draco stays quiet. He to flips on his side, facing the room’s red walls, refusing to look at Harry. Harry wraps his arms around Draco’s chest and pulls his so his back is pressed against his chest.
Harry takes one of Draco’s wrists and places small kisses to his scars, repeating the same to the other. Draco doesn’t move, enjoying the moment of Harry’s warm body pressed against his and the sweet kisses, he just closes his eyes.
“You’re beautiful, Draco.”
Harry whispers, pulling his arms around and resting his head at the base of the blond’s neck.
“Don’t lie to me, Harry.”
“I’m not lying, I’m telling you the truth, Draco. You’re beautiful, and smart, and funny, unique and brave…”
Harry was still whispering, kissing the back of Draco’s neck after every word he said.
“…your skin is so smooth and beautiful, and your smell is indescribably wonderful- I just want to lay like this forever, and make your scent the only thing I know. You’re hair is so soft I just want to run my fingers through it…”
Harry moved one of his hands up to Draco’s head, running his fingers through it until it got even messier than before, then smoothing it out with his fingers until it laid flat, and running his fingers through it again, never stopping the repeat of his actions.
“…you look absolutely adorable when your flustered, and don’t even get me started when you bite your lip while you’re concentrating.”
Harry let out a small laugh, his breath on Draco’s neck sent shivers up his spine.
Harry continued on, whispering sweet nothings into Draco’s ear until both of their eyes felt heavy.
“… you’re just so- perfect, Draco; I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if anyone where to hurt you again.”
Draco was at loss of words, his eyes where glassed over, tears threatening to spill. Draco turned to he was now facing Harry.
Harry’s eyes where closed; he looked so peaceful. Draco shifted so his head was lying on Harry’s chest, listing to the steady beat of his heart.
Harry took his arm and wrapped it around Draco, holding him close, and took Draco’s hand and rested them on the other side of his chest.
“Harry, did you really mean all of those things you said?”
Draco looked up at Harry’s closed eyes.
“Only every word.”
And smile tugged at Harry’s mouth. Draco couldn’t stop himself from smiling either, pink blush spread across his face. It was quiet for a few moments.
Harry lazily mumbled.
“If those guys come back again, will you-”
“-will you stay with me?”
Draco closed his eyes and both of the lovers fell asleep in each others arms after Harry spoke his words-
“Until the very end.”