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Harry Potter seemed to be the only one who was worried.
It was May seventh, and he was yet to see Draco Malfoy since the battle.
He knew he wasn’t dead.
Harry would know.
He’d know.
But he hadn’t been seen either. And Harry had asked everyone.
No one had known a thing.
And the days were stretching on.
Harry’s heart ached just thinking about Draco still leaving in fear. Still running.
It hadn’t even occurred to him till much later that Draco would be facing Azkaban for his actions in the war.
And while Harry might not know where Draco Malfoy was yet.
He knew one thing.
He wouldn’t let that happen.
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Harry was desperate as he stalked through the Ministry, still in utter chaos in the aftermath of the war.
For it had only been a week.
Still, Harry put on the most intimating face he could muster; he would not be turned away.
Since no one could tell him anything, he was going to do it himself.
Like always.
As Harry approached the holding cells, he took a deep breath, determinedly not looking at the sneering death eaters as he passed them on his way to his destination.
As he reached the end of the long line of cells, Harry paused, preparing himself.
He could do this. He had to do this.
“Narcissa?”
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Harry Potter was the one who felt his heart stop in its tracks when he finally heard Draco Malfoy’s whereabouts.
Harry Potter was the only who broke the laws of magic and apparated straight from the cells to the dungeons of Malfoy Manner.
Harry was the one who felt utter helplessness towards the boy hunched over in the corner of the cells, the very ones in his own home.
Harry was the one to find Draco Malfoy, a boy yet to be saved from the war.
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“Draco?” Harry whispered, slowing walking towards the other boy.
Harry watched as Draco just curled tighter in a ball, his head completely buried in his arms.
As Harry crept closer, he made sure to keep his footsteps light to not scare the blond boy.
Harry sucked in a breath as he took in the state Draco was in.
“Drac-o?” Harry stuttered out, barely able to breath as he took in the blood, cuts and bruises littering Draco’s whole body. “Draco, it’s me—Harry.”
Draco flinched at his name and curled himself impossibly tighter.
Harry felt his knees gave out when he heard sobbing.
“Draco, it’s okay. It’s okay. It’s over. I promise. I’ve come to get you—Draco please.” Harry croaked as he crawled the remaining distance to Draco, hesitating before reaching out to stroke the others shaking wrist.
“No-no, stop no. Stop no, please no,” Draco cried as he pivoted back, shaking his head and staring at Harry with wide, traumatised eyes.
“Draco-Draco, it’s Harry,” Harry pleaded, lifting his hands up so Draco could see them both clearly. “Oh star, what did they do to you? Your safe now, I promise. I promise.”
“H-Harry?” Draco gasped, his tear-filled eyes widening. “But you—you died; I saw—I saw before they—they—they—”
Harry felt himself start to cry at the heartbreakingly confused expression on Draco’s face.
“I came back. I came back,” Harry repeated, reaching out to place his hand on Draco’s wrist again, letting out a breath of relief when Draco let him. “I came back, and I killed him, Draco. He’s gone. He can’t hurt you anymore. He can’t hurt either of us.”
Draco’s breath hitched and Harry watched helplessly as Draco started to shake, tears streaming down his pale cheeks.
“You—he, he’s really gone?” Draco breathed, beginning to slide down the wall, eyes closing.
Harry lunged forward, catching Draco in his arms before the blondes’ head hit the floor.
Harry pulled Draco’s body towards his chest, gently lifting him up bridal style, Draco’s head resting on his shoulder.
“He’s gone,” Harry whispered as he carried his star away from his prison.
“He’s really gone.”
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Harry Potter was the one who fought long and hard for Draco Malfoys’ pardonment.
He had taken his star straight back to Grimmauld Place, somewhere he knew they couldn’t get too.
They weren’t taking Draco from him.
What where they going to do? Say no to the saviour?
Once they had realised that they couldn’t take Draco from him, they had tried to take everything from Draco.
So, Harry fought, yelled and maybe did a little accidental magic too.
He was angry. Nothing felt fair. He felt trapped.
But Harry Potter wasn’t the only one to fight.
There was also Luna Lovegood, and Dean Thomas, and Garrick Ollivander.
And they helped to set him free.
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“Why did you do it?” Harry asked as he stared down at his star, sleeping with his head on Harry’s lap as Harry’s fingers gently played with his hair.
“It was easy,” Luna replied calmly, sitting on the floor next to the couch they were on, tea cradled in her hands and legs crossed. “He only ever pretended to be evil. He was playing make believe, because he thought he had too.”
Harry sighed.
“Yeah,” Harry whispered. “And I fell for it.”
“Not anymore though, Harry.” Luna murmured, a gentle smile on her face as she reached up to take Harry’s hand, taking it in her own and giving it a light squeeze. “We can help him now—now we can be whoever we want to be. Together.”
Harry smiled at the thought.
Maybe they could.
Maybe he could.
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Harry Potter wouldn’t leave Draco Malfoys side.
He couldn’t.
Draco was just so fragile. So quiet. So, broken.
They’d talk about it sometimes. What happened.
To Harry. To Draco. What that meant for them now.
Draco wouldn’t talk to anyone else. Not that he had many people to talk to in the first place.
He wouldn’t even talk to Luna. He’d only nod or shake his head silently.
Harry Potter was the only one Draco Malfoy would respond too.
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Harry walked into the sitting room, one of Draco’s favourite places.
He smiled when he saw Draco sitting on the floor with Luna, flower chains between the two of them.
Draco had yet to utter a single word to Luna, but she didn’t seem to mind.
Harry quietly moved over to the pair, his heart melting when Draco looked up at him, greeting him with one of the softest smiles he had ever seen.
“Hello,” Harry murmured, lowering himself beside Draco. “These look beautiful guys.”
Draco blushed at the praise, shuffling over to sit between Harry’s legs.
“Thank you,” Draco whispered softly, leaning against Harry’s chest before continuing on with his chain.
Harry felt like a puddle, a soft smile finding it’s way onto his face in response.
“Here Harry,” Luna said, handing him a chain of his own with a bright smile. “Draco picked these for you.”
Harry felt his eyes prick as he realised what kind of flowers they were.
Lilies.
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Harry Potter was angry. He was confused. He was hurt.
He’s best friends. His best friends had finally come back from retrieving Hermione’s parents and what did they do?
The accused him of being bewitched.
They thought he was mental. For caring about Draco.
After everything? This is what had made them question him?
He wasn’t leaving his star. Not now. Not ever.
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Draco was scared, Harry could feel it as he hid behind him.
Ron and Hermione had burst through Harry’s floo, startling both himself and Draco from where they were cuddled up on the couch reading a book together.
At first Ron hadn’t noticed Draco, lunching into a speech about how amazing Hermione had been, all the while Harry was waiting for the inevitable.
By the time Hermione had managed to get Ron to stop talking, Harry and Draco had both stood up. Draco was half hidden behind Harry, a trembling hand fisted into the back of Harry’s sweater.
Soon, Hermione had her wand out, closely followed by Ron.
“Harry what’s going on?” Hermione demanded, eyes trained on Draco, who was shaking uncontrollably now.
“Ron—Hermione, please put your wands down,” Harry pleaded, one hand up in surrender while the other reached around to grip Draco’s other hand,
“But what the hell is Malfoy doing here?” Hermione replied harshly, eyeing Draco with disgust. “Has he got you under some kind of spell?”
At Hermione’s words Ron raised his wand even higher, pointing it directly at Draco’s face.
“Put your wands down, and I’ll explain. Just put them down,” Harry started, clutching Draco’s hand tighter when he felt Draco press his face into the back of his sweater, tears leaking through.
“But—”
“I said put your fucking wands down!” Harry roared, his magic crackling in the air as both his friends’ wands went flying.
Ron and Hermione both took a step backwards in response, staring at Harry like they had never seen him before.
Harry was breathing heavily, but the feeling of soft fingertips on his arm helped him to reign himself back in.
Harry turned towards his star; he was most important right now.
Harry took both Draco’s hand in one of his as he gently brushed away the tears coating his star’s cheeks,
“It’s okay. I’m not going to let anything happen to you, okay?” Harry whispered, giving Draco’s hands a squeeze when he received a silent nod in reply.
“Okay.” Harry repeated to himself before turning back towards his friends, both who were wearing equally horrified expressions on their faces.
“What the actual fuck—”
Harry held up a hand, silencing Ron and taking a deep breath.
“Sit down and try keep your voices as soft as you can please. I will answer any questions you might have,” Harry began, nodding towards the couch opposite to his.
Both his friends seemed to be stunned to speak as they did what Harry asked.
Harry sighed when he saw that both their eyes where fixed onto where Draco sat pressed into his side, Harry’s arm wrapped around Draco’s shoulders.
Harry gave Draco a soft squeeze as Ron opened his mouth to speak.
“Harry, why the fuck is Draco Malfoy here. And why are you sitting like that?” Ron blurted, eyeing the contact point between them like it was going to explode.
“Well, a little after the war I realized that I hadn’t heard any news about Draco and went to find out where he was,” Harry explained slowly, pulling Draco closer towards him. “When I found him, he—he wasn’t in great shape, so I brought him back here. We’ve become quite close.”
Ron’s mouth fell opened as Hermione raised an eyebrow.
“I can see that,” she muttered. “Still, that doesn’t explain why your so close after years of hating each other, and years of him bullying us, Harry.”
Harry felt Draco go stiff beside him and looked down to see Draco clutching his left arm tightly.
Harry opened his mouth to reply, when Ron spoke up again.
“And it doesn’t explain why he’s still here right now. Can’t he go somewhere else while we talk?” Ron demanded, glaring at Draco.
“Firstly, Draco is here because this is about him,” Harry grit out, teeth clenched. “Secondly, I am quite aware of our past, thanks very much. And do you honestly think we haven’t talked about it?” Harry questioned rising an arched eyebrow at the pair, something he’d already picked up from Draco.
Harry paused but held up his hand again when Hermione opened her mouth.
“Third. Ron, we gave just as much as we got. Don’t act like it was one-sided. Hermione, Draco has already expressed to me that he’d like to apologies to you for what he thought was the truth under his father influence, but also understands that you may never be able to forgive him. Which he completely understands, isn’t that right, darling?” Harry asked softly, nudging the other.
Draco bit his lip, before nodding softly.
“Yes,” he whispered, looking at Hermione with glassy eyes. “I really am truly sorry, and if you—you accept, I’d like to apologies more, in private.”
For the first time in Harry’s life, Hermione was rendered speechless.
And by none other than Draco Malfoy.
“And forth,” Harry continued. “Me and Draco, where not stopping whatever this is we have. I understand it’s a lot to warp your head around, but I hope that this won’t change anything between us.”
Harry used his free hand to fiddle with a loss thread on his pants as he waited for either of them to say something, anything at all.
Finally, Hermione nodded as she took Ron’s hand and stood up.
Harry’s heart sunk, before she gave him a small smile that had him sighting the hope that was clawing its’ way back into his chest.
“Okay,” she breathed. “Were going to go and think about this, it’s a lot to take in. We’ll be back though, I promise.”
Harry nodded as he stood from the couch, leaving Draco sitting.
“Thank you,” Harry murmured, giving the pair a smile of his own.
“I don’t know how Ron feels, I think he’s in shock, but I appreciate the apology Draco and I look forward to talking to you again,” Hermione murmured softly before dragging an indeed shocked Ron back into the floo.
Harry stared at the fire, just breathing until he heard quite crying behind him.
“Draco?” Harry murmured, tuning around with a frown. “Oh, Draco.”
Draco was sitting where Harry had left him, but he now had a hand covering his mouth in an attempt to quiet his crying as he stared into the fire looking heartbroken.
Harry hurried over, bending down to look up into Draco’s eyes while pulling the hand away from his mouth.
“Hey, it’s okay,” Harry murmured softly, rubbing Draco’s knuckles gently. “I wouldn’t let them hurt you, you know that.”
“S’not that,” Draco cried quietly, shaking his head. “I’m just so so sorry, Harry.”
“Whatever for?” Harry replied, confused.
“If—if I hadn’t been here, you wouldn’t have fought. I’m ruining your life,” Draco sobbed. “You should have never found me; I’m just bringing you pain.”
Harry felt his heart shatter again for this broken boy in front of him.
“Their right Harry, we used to hate each other. It’s not right. I’m still just hurting you, nothing has changed,” Draco went on, tugging his hand away from Harry’s.
Harry quickly stood up, a pang going through his heart when Draco just looked horribly resigned, as though he thought Harry really was just going to leave him here.
He didn’t.
Instead, Harry sat back next to Draco on the couch, pulling the other into his lap so Draco was straddling his hips as Harry brought his arms around him and just held him.
Draco sobbed loudly when Harry wrapped a hand around the back of his neck and pressed Draco’s face into Harry’s own neck.
“Shhhh,” Harry murmured. “It’s okay. It’s okay.”
“Draco, my star. We are different people now,” Harry said softly, stroking Draco’s back. “I understand why you thought that you were right, back then, but you have to know that you have changed. You’ve grown. We both have, and I couldn’t be prouder of you.”
“Draco you have seen sides of me that no one else has, and I have seen yours too. You see me, Draco. And not as Harry Potter the Chosen One, but Harry, just Harry—and for that I know that you have changed. I know who really are. And that is all that matters.”
“I am never ever leaving you again, my star.” Harry whispered, his thumb moving to rub circles onto
Draco’s neck. “No one, and I mean no one will take you away from me.”
“Not even yourself.”
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Harry Potter was the one to convince Draco Malfoy to come back to Hogwarts for their eighth year.
Of course.
The green-eyed man was not going without him, he was too protective of his star to leave him all alone.
The grey-eyed man could not even imagine saying no to his saviour, even if that meant the possibility of him being exposed to hurt.
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Draco was reading in the library when Harry approached him.
He sat down beside Draco, close enough to touch.
“Draco?” Harry murmured, reaching out to tuck a stray piece of hair behind Draco’s ear after Draco had put his book down.
“Yes?” Draco replied quietly. Draco only ever spoke quietly now.
“Will you come back to Hogwarts this year? To do our eighth year together?”
Draco bit his lip as Harry waited, a gentle sort of eagerness on his face.
Draco didn’t want to go back.
He knew—he knew that people would be angry. At the Dark Lord. At the world for being so cruel.
At Draco.
“We’d do it together, I promise,” Harry continued, taking Draco’s hands in his own when Draco simply looked at him. “Please say you’ll come, star.”
Draco knew.
But Harry was looking at him like his answer was the most important thing in the world. Like his whole world depended on Draco’s answer.
Draco had never been able to say no.
Especially not to his savoir.
“Okay.”
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Harry Potter was back.
That was what they whispered. Why they stared in awe.
But so was Draco Malfoy.
And that was why they muttered. Why they glared in anger.
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Harry felt anger briming just below the surface as they walked into the great hall.
He knew they didn’t know any better, that they didn’t know Draco, didn’t know his actions like Harry did.
But why did they have to hate? The time for hate had ended.
The war was over.
“Harry?” Draco whispered into his ear, the blond pressing his smaller body into Harry’s side as they sat down. “Harry, I don’t—everyone they...”
Harry pulled Draco against him as the blond cut himself off, turning to eye the hall in trepidation.
“Baby, I won’t let anything happen. They’re just confused and angry,” Harry murmured, placing a small kiss on the side of Draco’s head. “Just ignore them, okay? I’ll handle it.”
Draco bit his lip, looking unsure.
“I don’t know...” Draco started, looking around again, his eyes widening when he caught sight of a rather large spit ball coming straight towards him.
Draco gasped, his body pressing even closer to Harry’s as he prepared for it to hit him. His eyes widening in shock as the ball, still two feet away from his face, lit up in flames before vanishing from thin air.
Draco’s mouth dropped opened as he looked up at Harry, only to find that he was looking in the opposite direction.
Draco followed Harry’s gaze, mouth widening further when he realized that Harry was staring at a sixth year Ravenclaw boy, a dangerous glint in his eyes as he glared absolute daggers.
“Harry. Harry,” Draco repeated softly as he gently moved his saviours chin to face him. “It’s okay, I’m okay. You handled it perfectly, thank you”
Harry blinked, turning to glare once more at the boy before giving Draco’s frame a small squeeze.
“It’s going to be okay,” he whispered, nodding slowly. “We can handle it.”
“Together.”
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Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy were rooming together. Obviously.
The former promised he’d never leave his star.
The latter hadn’t been able to say no, but it’s not like he wanted too.
Not this time.
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They were standing in what they had been told was their new common room.
It was beautifully decorated, flowers and silver-plating lining the whole room, giving a royal yet outdoors feeling to it.
“I love it,” Draco confessed quietly, looking around the room with bright eyes. “Harry, look at all the flowers.”
“I know, love.” Harry said as he smiled down at his star, happiness blooming in his own chest at the sight of pure happiness on Draco’s face. “You’ll be able to make so many flower chains.”
“I know!” Draco breathed excitedly, reaching over to gently run a finger over a flower close to them.
Harry smiled before directing his attention to McGonagall, who had just entered the room herself.
“It’s so lovely to see you all,” McGonagall began, looking around the room. “This year is going to look a little different, as you may have guessed. Apart from sharing your own common room, you will also be rooming with just one other person of any house, as long as they are the same gender. This we be a free choice, and I ask that you all behave correctly.”
McGonagall paused as she let the information sink in, a smile small on her face.
“You all have been through so much together,” she continued, looking a little teary. “And I hope, I really hope that you all can use this year to find peace. To be the teenagers you never got to be. I wish you all the best year, and please know that my door is always open.”
McGonagall smiled, nodding once before vacating the room and leaving them to settle in.
Harry watched her leave, a strange feeling in his chest as he took in his words.
“She’s right you know,” a small voice said to his left. “You deserve a good year Harry, one without any danger. Any problems.”
Harry looked over to where the voice came from, frowning when he saw Draco’s expression, completely different from his words.
“What’s wrong?” He asked, taking one of Draco’s hands in his.
“I mean it Harry, you don’t deserve—you shouldn’t have to be around someone like me. You should go room with Ron, be with your best friend. Have fun,” Draco murmured, giving Harry’s hand a small squeeze.
Harry raised an eyebrow, utterly confused.
“Someone like you?”
“I’m only going to bring you problems Harry,” Draco sighed, looking at their clasped hands. “I’m to broken. To damaged. You shouldn’t have to deal with that, it’s not fair.”
“Woah, no. Stop, stop,” Harry protested, shaking his head and holding up his free hand. “Draco, love, look at me please.”
“I know I shouldn’t have to deal with that,” Harry began once Draco’s eyes where on his, a nervous expression on his face. “But neither should you, my star, and therefore I want to help you too.”
Harry sighed as Draco looked away, looking as if he didn’t believe what Harry was saying.
“It’s true Draco,” Harry murmured, reaching out and pulling Draco into a hug. “You are not broken, or damaged. You are you, and I want to be here for you. I want it. Please let me be there for you.”
Harry felt tears start to seep into his shirt as Draco nodded.
“Okay,” Draco whispered brokenly. “I’ll let you in.”
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Draco Malfoy was never seen without his saviour.
Just like Harry Potter was never seen without his star.
And they wouldn’t have it any other way.
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“What does this flower mean?” Harry asked softly, looking over at his star fondly.
Draco had needed to get out the castle for a while, feeling to claustrophobic, of course, Harry was more than happy to oblige.
And so, Harry suggested that they take a walk around the newly planted castle gardens, Draco’s favourite place in the castle.
As they walked, Harry gently prompted Draco into talking, hoping that the blond wouldn’t feel so trapped in his own head that he closed himself off.
Draco blinked slowly, his eyes clearing from the fog that had appeared suddenly.
He frowned, “i'm sorry. What was that?”
Harry squeezed the hand he was holding gently, giving Draco a reassuring smile.
“I just asked what this flower meant.” Harry repeated quietly, pointing to a purple flower.
“Oh,” Draco breathed, reaching out to feel the flower. “This is a Gladiolus. It symbolizes faithfulness, remembrance and sincerity.”
Harry nodded as the continued to walk around the garden, Draco slowly fading away again.
Harry sighed.
He hated when Draco left him. If only mentally.
He knew he just had to be there for him. Comfort him. Aid him.
But sometimes it was so hard to watch Draco fade away, knowing that the thoughts he must be having are so horrible that he couldn’t be present anymore.
Harry stopped, pulling Draco into a hug.
“—arry?” Draco murmured, sounding confused even he tucked his face into Harry’s neck.
“You know you’re one of the strongest people I have ever met, right?” Harry whispered, ignoring the confused sound Draco made in response.
“It’s the truth,” Harry continued. “Every day you inspire me, and I say that with the up most sincerity.”
“Haz?” Draco whispered, looking up at Harry through his eyelashes, eyebrows scrunched adorably. “I don’t understand—why are you saying this?”
“Because you’re remembering, aren’t you? What they did to you?” Harry explained, stroking the side of Draco’s cheek.
Draco nodded, looking ashamed.
“No, don’t be ashamed, Draco. What they did to you was horrible, and not your doing,” Harry reminded him firmly. “You did not deserve that.”
“It feels like it,” Draco began, looking away. “Every time someone yells something, or they glare—I’m reminded that they hate me. Everyone. And I can’t even fault them for that.”
Harry’s heart broke.
He quickly walked them over to a bench, Draco following almost numbly.
Harry sat, pulling Draco onto his lap so that they could be chest to chest.
Harry took Draco’s hand is his, placing it over his heart.
“Do you feel that?” Harry asked softly, rubbing his finger in a circle over the back of Draco’s.
“You heart?” Draco replied, tilting his head.
“It beats for you,” Harry said, smiling when he heard Draco gasp, his grey eyes locking onto his own, wide with disbelief.
“It beats for you,” Harry repeated, just as soft. “For your happiness, your smile. Your tears, your life, your love. You.”
“I can’t take away what has happened. Or what people will think, although I wish I could,” Harry continued, staring it Draco’s eyes, his own wet with tears. “But I can hold you, and I can help you to remember. Remember that you are more then your past. More then who your parents wanted you to be. More than what they did to you.”
“H—Harry,” Draco gasped, shaking his head. “You can’t—you can’t say things like that.”
“Why not? Why not?” Harry argued, voice still soft. “You must know what you do to me, my star.”
Draco just shook his head in response, eyes welling up with tears as he shoved his face into Harry’s neck, arms wrapping around Harry tightly.
“My star, you give me so much faith,” Harry vowed, pulling Draco closer. “You give me faith that I can be okay.”
“That we both can.”
❀❀❀
Draco Malfoy was not who he used to be.
Draco Malfoy was fragile. He was delicate.
Harry Potter knew this, and he would do anything. Anything to protect him
Draco Malfoy was not who he used to be.
But neither was Harry Potter.
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Harry was mad. He was furious.
Harry had left Draco’s side for two minutes. Two fucking minutes.
Harry raced along the corridor, taking a sharp left as he heard a shout of pain.
“Oi! The fuck you think your doing?" Harry roared, taking in the sight before him.
Draco was surrounded by around six boys of all different houses, five of the six had their wands trained onto his star while the other held him up by his hair.
Harry heard something explode when he saw that Draco already had a black eye, his lip bleeding profusely.
“I SAID,” Harry bellowed as his raised his own wand, easily disarming the boys non-verbally. “WHAT. THE. FUCK. ARE. YOU. DOING?”
The boys just stared at Harry, fear on all their faces.
“Put him down,” Harry growled at one holding his star. “Put him down right now.”
The boy flinched at the command, immediately dropping Draco, who fell to the ground with a thud.
“Wrong fucking move,” Harry hissed as he watched as Draco curled himself in a ball, placing his hands around his head to block them out.
All six boys looked at each other in fear before turning and sprinting down the hall.
Harry laughed manically, waving a hand as ropes appeared from nowhere and tied themselves around the boys’ feet.
“I don’t fucking think so,” Harry whispered dangerously as he stalked up to the boys, all who were frantically trying to untie themselves.
“Were sorry! Were sorry!” A boy with sandy blond shouted, and Harry recognized him as the one who had held Draco up.
Like a lamb to the slaughter.
“Your sorry? Your sorry?” Harry said, his voice dangerously low as his pointed his wand the boy. “How does it feel? To have a wand pointed at you while you can’t move?”
“He’s a death eater!” Another boy shouted urgently. “He deserves it! He does!”
“WRONG ANSWER!” Harry roared again, tightening the ropes around the boys’ legs. “Do you have a death wish? Do you?”
Harry raised his wand before the boy could answer, swishing it through the air and charming the boys’ mouths shut.
As he did, he heard a whimper come from behind him, immediately turning to look at Draco.
“Baby?” Harry whispered as he saw Draco all but collapse sideways, shaking like a leaf.
“Draco, baby, I’m here,” Harry fretted as he ran back over to Draco and scoped him into his arms, carrying him like one would carry a child.
“Draco, my star, talk to me please,” Harry pleaded softy as he placed his hand on the back of Draco’s neck, supporting it.
“Haz—Harry?” Draco stuttered, his swollen eyes searching for Harry’s.
“I’m here my star,” Harry whispered, placing a kiss on the others nose. “I’m taking you away from here, okay?”
Draco didn’t reply, his head falling forward into Harry’s neck.
Harry’s heart leapt into his mouth, worried out of his mind before he felt a hand fist itself into the front of his shirt.
Harry sighed in relief, adjusting his hands so that one was bellow Draco’s bottom, Draco’s legs wrapped around his middle.
Harry barley spared the boys a glance as he walked past them, the ropes around them spreading up the rest of their bodies.
He’d deal with them later.
Right now—right now, his star needed him.
And that was all that mattered.
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Harry Potter was in love, he knew that. His star was it for him.
Draco Malfoy was in love, he knew that. His saviour was it for him.
✿✿✿
Harry watched as his star sighed softly as Harry gently combed through his hair.
“I love you,” Harry whispered.
Draco froze before hesitantly opening his eyes in shock.
“What?” Draco breath as he sat up, face to face with Harry.
“I love you,” Harry repeated. “So much.”
“Do you—do you really?” Draco whispered, eyes wide and face open.
“Yes. I’ve never been surer of anything,” Harry said, just as quiet. “I’ve seen you smile. And I’ve seen you cry. I’ve seen you hurt, and I’ve seen you survive.”
Draco bit his lip, a single tear rolling down his cheek.
He smiled.
“I’ve seen you win, and I’ve seen you lose. I’ve seen you run, and I’ve seen you fight,” Draco murmured, whipping the tears the fell from Harry’s own eyes. “Harry Potter, I see you.”
“And I love you.”
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Harry Potter loved Draco Malfoy.
and Draco Malfoy loved him just as much.