My boredom in a fan fiction :D

Chapter 1

(Quick notice) Hi! This is my first Drarry fanfiction and I don't know if it's rather stupid because I have read a lot and mine is trash compared to them. But anyways I hope you guys enjoy and this fanfiction does NOT make sense and I might use bad words sometimes so here I warned y'all.

It was a normal day. Nothing new. The wind was slightly pushing the leaves that had fallen off the tree branches. It was autumn. Winter was soon to arrive. Harry looked at his books in despair as he sat down by a big tree. He glanced at the lake in front of him, admiring how specifically shiny it was today. Thoughts were rushing through his head. It's been a few months since the war, yet Harry still has so many questions. And he swears that every time somebody says the name of the "not to be spoken", he can feel his scar tighten. Harry was looking through a potions book. He sighed in anger and threw the book aside, resting his head on the tree. "This is so damn stupid!"-he groaned. Harry was never specifically good at potions, nor did he study much. And here he was. Potter, sitting alone under a tree branch. Hermione and Ron were busy at some muggle shops, buying matching clothes for Christmas. Harry disagreed to come with them, as he felt he wanted to be alone.

There was a rustling sound behind his back, which he almost ignored as wind particles at first, but as the sound got louder it started drawing into footsteps. He slightly turned his head and his face expression immediately changed. It was Draco Malfoy. Draco, who tried to help the dark lord kill the boy who lived. Yes that was him. Draco's silky hair disgusted Harry. Actually, all of Draco disgusted Harry completely. Harry was about to gather his stuff and leave, as he wanted completely no communication with the Malfoy, but as soon as he started putting away his books, Draco spoke.

"Hello, Potter.."-Draco exclaimed in a rather worried then annoyed voice.
"Hello?!"-Harry frowned."HELLO?!! Is that all you have to tell me?! Because if it is I'd suggest you leave me alone."

"No, it's not. I actually-" But as Draco was about to finish, Harry had already packed his stuff and was pacing forward. Draco grabbed his hand. Their hands clenched together— as if they were in those romance movies. Yuck. Harry felt something run down his spine. He turned around to see tears rolling down Malfoy's pale skin. His eyes were rather emotionless, but it was still such a sight— a Malfoy crying. He hasn't seen him crying since that day in the bathroom.

"Let go of me, you filthy death eater!! I don't want to touch you hands! You give off a Voldemort vibe. Of course you do, he marked you. And what the hell do you want?!"-Harry said in such disgust and disconnected his hand from Draco's.

Draco was about to say something, and as Harry started walking forward, he turned his head once more to look Draco right in the eye. He stopped. He could see something, and he as if felt bad for Draco. Draco covered his mouth and started sobbing more, then ran, not just ran, he sprinted. And he sprinted into the direction of the forbidden forest.

"Wait! You idiot, if you go there I'll get in trouble!" Harry yelled, as he sprinted after the boy. Hell, Draco was fast. But so was Harry. When Harry caught up to Draco, he grabbed his arm tight, so that he couldn't pull away. And it hit Harry. They were in the forbidden forest. In the depths of it, to be real. This was not good. Harry pulled out his invisibility cloak and put it on both of them. Now their faces were extremely close to each other. Harry could feel Draco's warm breath on his face. It was clear Draco was nervous, because he was shivering a bit. Tears were still streaming down his eyes. But close up, his eyes didn't at all seem so emotionless.

Harry hurried over to get out of the gloomy forest as soon as possible. And he did. He got out. With Draco Malfoy. They were in Hogwarts. But to Harry, Hogwarts didn't feel at all the same anymore. It felt like a curse to the wizarding world. Ever since he defeated Voldemort, he is always so worn out, and Hogwarts became more of a quiet, depressing place. The wizards who died form the war were buried under the depths of the school. But what mostly disgusted Harry, was that Slytherins were allowed this year. Especially Malfoy. After all the damage they have caused. It really brought Harry into anger. But here they are, standing on the grounds of Hogwarts. Harry pushed the cloak off him and Draco, and then slapped him in the face.