everybody hates harry

anonymous asked:

Can you write some more drarry with comfort? Idk I'm just in the mood for some hugs n stuff

My Writing

Draco walked into the eighth year common room, slamming the door behind him, and immediately went up to Harry’s dorm. He stormed in, and Harry, who was sitting on his bed, looked up from the homework he was doing.

“Hey love.”

“Hi,” Draco grumbled and plopped down in the chair at Harry’s desk. He crossed his arms over his chest and set his face into a pout.

Harry set his homework aside.

“What’s wrong, sweetheart?”

Draco averted his eyes from Harry’s.

“I hate this school,” he said quietly, trying to keep the tears that wanted to fall at bay.

Harry noticed his bottom lip beginning to tremble and quickly got up from the bed and knelt in front of Draco.

“Hey…look at me.”

Draco reluctantly moved his eyes to back to Harry’s and his tears began to spill over.

“What happened, Draco?”

“I-I saw a first year who was locked out of their dorm, so I tried to help them, but they didn’t want my help. They were terrified of me and ran away after saying something about me being a death eater.”


“I was just trying to help, Harry! Even the first years think awful things about me! Eleven year olds! I-I’m never going to be able to escape my past.”

“Oh, love. Come here.” Harry wrapped his arms around Draco in a tight hug. He rested his chin on the top of Draco’s head and rubbed his back as Draco cried into his chest. “You are not your past, Draco. You are so different from who you were back then, and I’m so proud of you for how much you have changed. I know it’s hard, but you can’t let the negative things people say get to you. Especially when those people don’t know anything about you.”

“W-Why does everybody hate me, Harry?” Draco cried in a broken voice that broke Harry’s heart.

“Shh. That’s not even true, baby. I love you more than anything in this world. And you have Blaise and Pansy. Even Ron and Hermione have warmed up to you. And there are so many other people who love and care about you.”

Draco cried for a few more minutes, and Harry let him. He just sat there rubbing his back and telling Draco how much he loved him. 

When Draco finally calmed down, he wiped his tears on Harry’s shirt and looked up at him with sad eyes.

“You are so loved, Draco. I promise.”

Draco nodded, and Harry then pulled him over to his bed.

They laid down together, and Harry immediately started giving Draco kisses and telling him all the things that he loved about him, and that was how they spent the rest of their day.