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Draco lay breathless next to Theo. Their legs tangled and he turned to Theo who stared blankly back at him.
“Do you want to go to Hogsmead with me this weekend? We could get butterbeers or just hang out?” Theo looked at him his eyes cold before lifting himself off his bed.
“Draco” he sighed and turned to grab his pants off the floor slipping them on as Draco watched. “If this is how your going to be then maybe we shouldn’t do this anymore.”
“What am I doing Theo? Friends hang out together. Friends talk in public. Friends -“
“But we’re not!” Theo snapped slipping on his shirt on. “We’re not even friends. We’re just two people that fuck. I’m not a fag like you. I don’t want to hold you’re hand or kiss in public. Why can’t you understand that?”
“Why not!” Draco grabbed his trouser and slipped them up so he stare at Theo at eye level. “Why can’t we be friends. Why can’t we be more? Why is it that when we walk down the halls you won’t even look at me? Why do you never want to talk?”
“Draco, stop it!”
“Theo please” begged Draco. “What is it? Is it you’re dad? Are you scared of him. Look my parents they won’t like it either but I’m their only son. They’ll get over it eventually.”
“Draco it’s not about my dad. It’s about you. I don’t want to be with you. Just deal with it!”
The room of requirement is quiet and Draco lays on an old couch. His face buried in a pillow as he cries. His mother always said he had a penchant for the dramatic.
“Draco” he lefts his head up quickly and spots the last person he wants to see. Potter by the door with a pitying look on his face. Lifting himself off the couch he pulls out his wand and flings a curse in Potter’s direction.
A flash of light came out of his broom and Draco watched as Harry was slammed against the wall. His own wand falling from his pocket and landing on the carpet. Draco quickly grabbed it as Harry let out a groan.
“Draco, stop.” Emerald eyes looked up at him and Harry lifted himself up. They stared into each others eyes and Draco felt his stomach clench at the look of concern on Potter’s face. “Here, you dropped this. I saw you in the common room.” Harry pulled out the small jewelry box and Draco grabbed it. Their fingers grazed together and Draco handed Potter his wand back. Opening the small box Draco stared at the necklace and felt more tears fall down his pale cheeks.
“I heard you and Theo talking. I’m sorry for the way he’s treated you. I’m sorry for accusing you of faking you’re injury. Draco I just want you to be okay, honest.”
Draco looked up at Harry his vision blurred by tears. How was he supposed to keep going? How was he supposed to live like this? He should just end it all and -
Then he felt two strong arms wrap around him. The smell of Potter’s shampoo in his nostrils as his seven year nemesis hugged him tight. His body stiffened and he thought about pulling away. But there was something inside that wouldn’t let him. Something inside that wanted to take the comfort Potter was offering.
His knees went weak and they fell to the floor as Potter held him in his hands. Rubbing circles on his back as he let out everything he’d been trying to suppress. He sobbed into Harry’s chest soaking his cloak in tears as Harry held him tight. Finally he felt his tears runout and sleep overtake him as everything went dark.