Chapter 4
After a few minutes of letting the other boy sob into his chest Draco asks, "What's wrong Harry?" in a soft, calm voice arms still wrapped tightly around Harry's smaller frame. "She's right," Harry mumbles between sobs, barely audible. "Who's right?" Draco prompts, trying to figure out what was going on. He felt strangely protective of the boy he'd bullied and taunted for the past years.
Harry pulls away from Draco and meets his eyes before spitting out in a venomous tone, "My aunt," he hisses, "She said I'll never be a real boy." Draco stares at him in confusion for a minute connecting the dots between Harry's jumbled explanation, before wrapping his arms around the distressed boy once more and hugging him fiercely. Harry flinches at the unexpected touch having expected Draco to run off and tell the whole of Hogwarts his deepest secret. "You are Harry," Draco murmurs in his ear, "And you are just as much a boy as I am."