LOOK HOW FUCKING COZY MY ROOM [my bed 😑] IS.
See that corner with no stuff on it?
Thats where i am throughout my days and nights lmao.

Everyones telling me im a RavenClaw but im a Slytherin.
The only things that i resemble to in RavenClaw is my creativity  and the fact I'm obsessed with books and astrology
Maybe I'm a slytherclaw

(I also took the J.K Rowling aproved quizz and i got Slytherin so fucking fight me)
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Chapter Thirteen

"You know," Harry spoke quietly, still keeping his hold on Draco, "You can tell me when you're hurting."

"But you hate me." Draco's voice was muffled due to the fact his face was burried in not only his hands, but in Harry's chest.

"Draco," Harry rolled his eyes, even though Draco couldn't see, "If I hated you, I would not be trying to comfort you, We would not be in this position, and I wouldn't of even considered dancing with you."

"You're Harry potter. You'd probably try to comfort Voldemort." Draco replied sarcastically.

The music was still playing quietly in the background, and eventually Draco removed his hands from over his eyes and wrapped them around Harry's neck, turning his face to the side so his cheek was pushed against Harry's shoulder.

They swayed back and forth for what seemed like hours in a comforting silence, the only sounds were their small breaths and the faint music.

Draco fluttered his eyes closed, enjoying the moment that they held, enjoying the scent of Harry's cologne, before pulling away slightly to stare into Harry's eyes.

"So," Draco started, "In the past- what? almost three weeks? We have fought, kissed, broke down infront of eachother, and slow danced. That's quite a lot of things for enemies, no?" He chuckled.

Harry chuckled also, "I wouldn't call you an enemy," He replied, "More like... someone I dislike, just much less than I did before."

Draco shrugged, "Alright. You are now the person that I dislike less than I did before."

Eventually the track came to a hault, signalling the song was over.

They each broke apart reluctantly, "Alright; same place same time tomorrow?" Harry winked.

Draco rolled his eyes, which contradicted the blush dusting over his cheeks, "yes. Now get some sleep, Scarface." Draco ordered.

"Don't tell me what to do, ferret." Harry retort, smirking.

*

The trio were sat in the dining hall, Ron was scarfing down food, and Hermione was watching him with disgust.

"Ron," Hermione snapped, "That is disgusting!"

"What?" Ron asked, his cheeks stuffed, "Im hungry."

Hermione rolled her eyes and began eating her own food, in a much... delicate manner.

All Harry could hear were people talking about the Graduate Ball, talking about who they're going to ask, Who asked them, and so on so forth.

Nearly everyone had found dates, even Draco.

Ron and Hermione were going together, that was obvious.  Harry was pretty sure Luna and Neville were going together, he'd have to ask them about it later.

Hell, some people even got witches or wizards from other schools to join them.

"Harry," Hermione called, taking him from his thoughts, "eat."

"Im not-"

"I'm not asking." She glared at Harry, "Now eat."

Harry sighed, taking a biscuit off one of the trays, showed it to Hermione, and took a bite.

"You're eating more than a biscuit."

"Atleast it's something." Harry retort.

"You're eating more than a biscuit." Hermione repeated, her glare hardening.

"Harry," Ron cut in, "you need to eat. You haven't been sleeping either..." Ron listed, "you need your energy, mate."

Harry rolled his eyes, "look, I'm trying my best, o-..." Harry's vision seemed to haze, "okay...?"

"Harry," Hermione called, "are you alright?"

"Y...yeah... I'm..." Harry couldn't finish his sentence before his vision blackened, the only thing he remebered hearing was his name being called by multiple other people.

*

"Ngh..." Harry groaned, his emerald eyes fluttering opened, greeted with a high, white ceiling, which signalled he was in the hospital wing.

Shit, what happened?

He looked over to his nightstand, grabbed his glasses and put them on.

He noticed some wilted flowers,  I must've been here for over a week...

"Harry, You're awake." Nurse Pomfrey stated, "It's about time, too."

Harry narrowed his eyes, racking his brain for what had happened, "What happened?"

"Well," Pomfrey started, placing her hands on her hips, "You've barely gotten any sleep, nor food in your system for the past three weeks. You passed out from lack of the main things you need in your daily life, Harry.

"Anyway, It's past visiting hours, and you need your rest. So go back to sleep, your friends will be visiting you tomorrow, and you'll be eating breakfast tomorrow, Mr. Potter." Pomfrey looked at him like a mother would if her kid did something he weren't supposed to, before leaving the room.

Harry sighed, resting back down on the bed.

He knew he'd be getting no sleep, even if he wanted to. He was the furthest thing from tired, and he knew all he'd be having was nightmares, as usual.

It wasn't half an hour since Pomfrey had left when the doors creaked opened once more, followed by rushed footsteps.

Harry furrowed his brows in confsion, waiting to see who it was.

It wasn't long before Harry's curtain was jerked opened, by none other than Draco Malfoy.

"Do you have any idea how fucking scared you got me, Potter?" Draco hissed furiously.

Harry raised a brow, "awh, you care about me?" Harry teased, putting a hand over his chest.

"Oh, shut up, Potty." Draco snapped, crossing his arms, "you had me scared."

Harry rolled his eyes, "Yes, I'm sure your motherly instincts kicked in."

Draco glared but ignored his comment, "What did I tell you about not eating? Fuck you for not listening."

Harry rolled his eyes once more, "uh-huh, Y'no, it's past visiting hours- and probably past curfew. Pretty sure you shouldn't be here."
Harry stated, though secretly he was glad to have company, "you can come back tomorrow, though."

"Yes, when all your friends are here. What a marvelous idea, Scarface. Having Draco Malfoy sitting here, infront of Harry Potter. Do you know how suspicuous that'd look? Your friends would think I was up to something."

"Yeah, well, I worked hard to get you back into ho-" Harry cut himself off, slapping a hand over his lips.

Draco's heart skipped a beat, "what?"

"Nothing." Harry's voice was muffled by his own hand.

"Harry. James. Potter. I swear to Merlin if you don't tell me what you just said, I will hex you."

Harry swallowed, "IMayOrMayNotOfBeenTheOneWhoConvincedDumbledoreToLetYouBackIntoHogwarts."

"What?"

Harry sighed, "I... kind of... sort of... was the one who... uh, convinced Dumbledore to let you back into hogwarts." Harry said the last part quickly.

Draco sat down on the seat next to Harry's bed, his eyes wide, "...why?"

"Well..." Harry paused, he didn't really have an answer, "Everyone deserves a second chance..."

"Of course." Draco rolled his eyes, slightly dissapointed by his answer, "You're Harry Potter. What'd I expect?"

Harry caught on to the look of disappointment in Draco's eyes, "what'd you expect me to say? Because I was secretly inlove with you after all those years of you treating me like shit?"

Yes.

Draco stood up, "No. Get some rest. You need it."

With nothing else shared between them, he left, sneaking back into his dorm.

•••

Why do I care so much for someone who has never shown a slightest bit of intrest in me until recently?

Actually... why do I care so much about you in general?

You have never done anything to me to make me care so much- except, yes, saving me from that fire.

But still.

I care so much about you, Harry Potter. You nearly gave me a heart attack when you decided to pass out in the middle of lunch.

I'm not supposed to care.

Especially to the boy who got my father locked up in Azkaban.

But I do.

And I dont know if it'll stop, because it just seems to be getting stronger.

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I havent slept in nnearly 24hours its 7am why does this always happen