Soooo turns out im actually getting reads lmao,, and people are actually giving me feed back.
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"Go away, Potter." Draco seethed, walking past Harry as he continued reading his book.

"I need to ask you-"

"Don't you have friends to write to?" Draco bit, "like Granger and Weasely?"

"Hermione just gave her parents their memory back, and Ron lost his brother. I'm not bothering them." Harry explained, "just let me-"

"Shut up, potter!" Draco finally snapped, closing his book, "Can't you see I'm trying to ignore you? Isn't that what you wanted?! Im not even bothering you about your eating habits! Just go away."

Harry clenched his jaw, but he took a small breath, "I know your secret."

Draco's heart stopped almost completely, and his face paled, he felt as though he were about to pass out right then and there.

Draco looked Harry in the eyes, Harry picking up the fear in Draco's, "what secret." Draco tensed, waiting for his response.

"About why you keep going into the room of requirement."

Draco immediately slumped his shoulder, letting out a quiet breath, and his facial features softening.

What other secret does he have?

He straightened up, "It's not a secret."

Harry narrowed his eyes at him, "uh-huh. Then why do you go at midnight? When no one is watching?"

"I don't. I go multiple times a day, you git." Draco snarled, and it was true. He's been going so much more lately... and it scared him.

"What do you see?" Harry blurted.

Draco clenched his jaw, "none of your business."

"Well, it most certainly will be, once I tell Dumbledore about you sneaking off at night!"

"Yeah, and what are you going to say when he asks what you are doing, Potter?" Draco questioned, crossing his arms, book still in hand.

Harry crossed his arms also, thinking.

"For fuck sakes, Draco." Harry snapped, "just tell me. Or..."

"Or what?" Draco smirked, "you're going to set Weasel or Granger on me?"

"No," this time Harry smirked, "I'll tell everyone you kissed me."

Draco's heart skipped a few beats, fear taking over his body, which was soon replaced with anger.
He was livid that Harry would even mention that. He had no bloody right to mention that- not at all. And right now, that little threat was what was threatening his whole school year.

"Fuck off." Draco hissed sharply, spinning on his heals to walk away.

"Don't think I wont, Draco."

Draco stopped, "Since when are we on a first-name basis, Potter?" Draco asked, anger engulfing him as he turned to face Harry once more, "And I could just tell everyone it was you who kissed me."

"And who would they believe?" Harry asked smugly. "your word against mine."

Draco stayed silent, biting his lip.

Play nice, Draco. You're lucky enough to be back in this school. Dont. Fuck. Up.

"Why the fuck do you care?" Draco finally questioned, breaking the silence; defeated.

"I just want to know why you keep going back."

"Potter," Draco sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose, "it's the mirror of Erised. It shows whomever looks into it their deepest desire. Wouldn't you go back?"

It already happened.

"I want to know your deepest desire." Harry stated, standing up straighter and folding his arms.

Draco sighed, his face straight, "It was just me next to my parents, Happy?" He lied, "Can I leave now? I'm really not in the mood for being blackmailed, Scarhead."

Harry narrowed his eyes at him, trying to see any sign of a lie.
But he couldn't find one. Draco was unreadable.
His mouth was set in a straight line, his eyes glassed over to hide any emotion. His posture was straight. There wasn't a single flaw on him that signalled he held any emotion whatsoever, and it threw Harry off.

"Your friends will be returning soon, Potter." Draco stated flatly, turning his attention back to his book, "you won't even remember I even went in that room. Let alone... kiss you. It'll slip your mind." Draco said the last sentence... almost sadly, and Harry caught it.

But with that said, Draco turned around, reading his book as he continued walking, completely ignoring Harry's eyes set in the back of his head.

*

Harry decided this would (possibly) be his last time following Draco to the Room of Requirement.

He quietly followed Draco, who this time went an hour earlier, to try and get Harry off his ass.

Draco looked around before opening the giant door, having Harry slip in closely behind him.

He watched as Draco stood there, emotionlessly staring into the mirror.

Harry watched his facial expressions through the mirror, watching as his eyes slowly uncloud themselves, as his shoulders slowly began to slump, and as Draco began to look more and more... emotional.

And finally... he watched as Dracos body began shaking, mumbling things barely audible to himself, let alone Harry, until finally he stared into the mirror.

Harry watched, eyes wide, as tears streamed Draco's face, his grip tightning around the invisibility cloak.

He's only ever seen Draco cry one other time, and it ended up with Harry nearly killing Draco.

"Why?" Draco whispered, falling to his knees, "why?"

His body racked with sobs, more tears leaked over his cheeks.

And that's when Harry realized how broken Draco was. That's when he realized the dark circles that rested under Draco's eyes, how pasty Draco was, even more so than before... How much weight he's lost... Everything.

Harry closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and removed his invisibility cloak. He quietly walked up to Draco and put a hand on his shoulder, helping him up.

Draco stopped sobbing the moment he felt a hand over his shoulder, shocked that someone else was in the room with him.

As soon as he saw Harry his heart sank.

He's going to think I'm so fucking weak--

His thoughts were interrupted when Harry pulled him into a tight hug, making Draco freeze in spot.

"You're supposed to hug back, you know." Harry mentioned, After two minutes of silence, and Draco not hugging back.

Draco shankingly gave into the hug, slowly wrapping his arms around Harry, digging his face into the crook of Harry's neck, tears once again strolling down his face.

"Why?" He whispered. "why are you doing this?"

Draco pushed off Harry, looking into his Jade green eyes, backing away, "All I have ever done was hurt you! I made your life miserable!" Draco yelled, his emotions were scattered.

"I dont deserve anything from you other than hate." He mumbled, "So why."

••••

I dont deserve your pity. I don't deserve anything from you unless it's hate.

Just leave me alone... you're making everything so difficult.

But what'd I expect?

You're Harry. The boy who lived.

The boy who defeated dark lord Voldemort.

The boy who is slowly breaking me.