Did I misjudge (Drarry)

The thoughts

DRACO POV:

I lay in bed, awake obviously. I Stared at the ceiling, thinking about how amazing it was that Harry cared about me the way I did about him. I looked down at my gloved, left forearm. I didn't want to keep secrets from Harry. I didn't want to keep secrets from Pansy and Blaise. It was probably time for them to find out why I really wear a glove. I peeled it off my arm, I would tell them tomorrow. It was almost midnight. I looked down at the scars on my arm. I tried to stop but I couldn't. 'I should tell Ron and 'Mione as well' I thought. The friendship was new but it would stop them from having to pester Harry about it. My thoughts drifted back to Father. Would he really ever hurt Harry? Yes. He would, especially if he knew what Harry meant to me. The blood was trickling down my arm. I let it. I didn't matter. Not sleeping could be so boring sometimes. The guilt tugged at my heart like a weight at the bottom of the ocean, preventing anybody from getting up and slowly watching them give in and drown. I got up.
"Lumos" I said. I decided to play around with a few notes again. I snuck out of my dorm and left notes for everybody. All saying the same thing:

Meet me in my dorm
Tomorrow
At 6:00.
- Draco

My thoughts drifted back to Golden Boy. I couldn't stop thinking about him. I wondered what mothers reaction would be. I knew she would be fine with it. As long as I'm happy she's happy and the same goes the opposite way round. I looked over at my wardrobe. 'Better hide my quidditch jersey' I thought.
If Harry was coming over tomorrow I already knew that he was going to go on a MASSIVE wardrobe raid and that jersey is something I can't lose right now. I had nothing to do so I lay my quidditch uniform in a drawer with my broom and locked it. I flopped back on my bed and just carried on thinking about Harry and Mother.