Drarry

The blinding morning light flickered through the window over Harry’s bed frame. He opened his eyes and immediately went red. Draco had his arms around harry and was sleeping. He felt tingly as he unwound Draco’s arms from around him and gazed down at Draco. He could help but notice how cute he was with bedhead… ‘Wait- What the fuck did I just think?’ Harry’s thoughts raced fast through his head. ‘Ah… Probably just me joking or something…’
“Or something” Harry repeated aloud.
“Or something?” A voice asked.
Harry jumped and looked down. Draco was propping him self upon a pillow and smiling at Harry.
“What is ‘Or something’?”
“Nothing…” Harry grinned to himself and looked out the window.
Silence…
“Oh shit! You- you must go!” Harry whisper shouted.
Draco was surprisingly calm and just smiled. “I’ll just act like I was visiting you; I mean- I did! But in the middle of the night.”
Harry pressed his lips together and nodded.
Draco stood up and opened the curtain that covered the bed. He bid his farewells and left. As he opened the door Ron and Hermione burst in. They looked at Malfoy and then at Harry. Rushing to Harrys bedside they asked why Malfoy was here.
“Well… he wanted to say good morning.”
Ron seemed satisfied with that answer, but Hermione was not going to let Harry off the hook so easily.
“Why was he actually here?” she grinned mischievously “Morning makes out? Dawning cuddles?” she interpreted the look on his face correctly. “Oh, come on Harry, you must take me for an idiot. I’m your best friend, other than Ron. I see how you look at him, how you watched him walk away this morning. How he wasn’t at breakfast!” her grin widened. “What happened? I think I have a good idea… He snuck out last night and- Ow!“
Ron hit her on the back of the head to get her to shut up then pointed at Madam Pomfrey who was waddling over to Harry.
She scooted Ron and Hermione out of the way.
“Here, eat this and you can go off to Hogsmeade… or something…”
She handed him a bowl of lumpy gray porridge she had obviously made herself. Harry forced a grin and scooped some up and slowly brought it to his mouth but as soon as Madam Pomfrey turned away, he dumped it into the trash can beside his bed.
“Alright… Lets go.” Harry said.
(TIME SKIP TO HOGSMEADE BC I CAN :>)
As Ron and Hermione held hands when they walked, Harry watched. He felt… wrong…
Out of place…
It was odd…
He was a third wheel.
As they walked into The Three Broomsticks, Ron and Hermione sat close to each other,
Making jokes while harry sat thinking about… *AHEM* …SOMEONE… He had only looked up when Hermione shook her hand in front of his face.
“Harry? You alright? Do you feel okay? Is it the scar?” she sounded worried.
Harry forced a smile and shook his head.
“I’m fine, just…” he felt tense, “tired…”
He stood up. “I think I’m going back to Hogwarts to get some rest…”
Ron and Hermione nodded, and Harry hurried away.
The white snow tickled his nose as it fell onto his glasses and dripped onto his nose.
It blurred his vision slightly causing him to trip.
His hands were in his pockets giving him no time to react.
He brace for a fall that never came. Instead someone had caught him.
“God, you need to be more careful Harry.” The person said. “it’s the second time I saved your ass in a week.”
Harry looked up and saw Draco Malfoy grinning. His pale skin and hair blended in with the white snow.
“Y-you called me Harry!” Was all Harry could muster up.
Malfoy looked thoughtful. “Did I?” Then grinned again.
“Where are you off too?” Draco asked.
Harry pulled his scarf over his cheeks, not because he was cold but because his cheeks were bright red.
He pointed towards Hogwarts.
Draco smiled warmly. “We can both go then!”
Draco grabbed Harry’s hand, or did Harry grab Draco’s hand? Whatever… it didn’t matter anyways…
If they walked to Hogwarts together, everything would be fine…