Forget You

Let me fix you

Draco's P.O.V

"Or what." Said Harry after a few seconds, breathless. 

Draco pushed Harry against the wall even more, as if that was even possible. His eyes turning into slits as he stared back at the green eyed boy in front of him.

"Or someone's going to get hurt." Draco hissed. 

Draco valued his sleep, it was infinitely precious. He has been doing a lot of sleeping since Lucius had passed away, his mother thought it was because he was spiraling into depression. Which Draco could never quite make himself believe was factual. It was just that he was tired and it was just a coincidence that he happened to get a lot more tired since his father's death.

Harry spilling water over his head had ruined his sleep, therefore Draco had to ruin Harry's life, or at least day. 

"Is that someone going to be me?" Harry questioned.

Draco raised his eyebrow at Harry, but made no effort to reply, he shoved Harry once shook his head and walked away.

Draco's hair was still dripping, the tiny water droplets falling onto his face, sticking onto his shirt. 

"I have no clue what I am going to do with you." Draco told Harry.

Draco had noticed the redness in Harry's eyes, the lack of sparkle in them as well. He was not at all the boy he had met in Hogwarts. Even then he was broken, but he had never looked this broken before. As much Draco could not stand the boy most of the time, all he wanted was to get up and reassure the boy that everything was going to be alright. Something he had wanted to be told when his father had passed. Even though he did not have that, Harry could.

Harry was staring blankly ahead lost in his own world again. Draco walked over to him, placing a hand on his shoulder and giving it a little squeeze. 

"You okay?" He asked.

Harry nodded, with a smile, that Draco could tell was fake. He had been a master at fake smiles, lately and he could easily tell when someone was giving him one. 

"Potter, if you want I can leave."

Harry's head snapped up and his eyes were wide.

"No!" Harry looked flustered. "I mean, I just don't want to be alone."

Draco nodded, understanding perfectly. 

"I'll stay until you want me to leave." 

It was not as if anyone waiting for Draco to get back home. There was nothing there for him at Malfoy Manor. It was basically empty, his thoughts were to loud at home, and he did not want to hear himself think.

"That would be great. Maybe we can go out, as in outside." 

Draco chuckled.  "We can do whatever you want."

"I'm sorry about your clothes, you can have some of mine."

Draco knew he could dry his clothes, but he was not going to do that. He wanted to be able to say that he got into Harry's pants. Even though it would not be completely true.

Author's Note:

Yeah sucky ass chapter, sorry for that. Like always excuse mistakes. Edit it all when I am done with the story. Sorry for the wait when I was going to upload my wi-fi stopped working which made me not want to continue.