I Love You More Than Before (Drarry)

Chapter Five

AN: I don't really have much to say but I've decided to try writing my own stories again. I won't post any of them until I get at least ten of the chapters for each story pre-written. That way I can give myself a schedule to update for.

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Draco's POV

Shit, he's crying. I don't know how to deal with crying anything. 

What if I make it worse and he ends up hating me? That would be terrible. So I won't do anything about it. 

But what if that makes him think I'm enjoying his pain? That would be even worse. I'd rather fail to make him feel better than have him think I hate him.

So it's settled. I have to comfort him. Now how do I do that anyways?

Harry's POV

He's staring at me. I can feel it. He must think I'm an absolute freak now. Which is the opposite of what I wanted to happen. 

Now he's walking towards me. He's probably going to hit me. Or laugh at me. 

This isn't how I wanted it to go at all. We were supposed to bond over the project. Not him find me bawling my eyes out like the baby I am.

God this is terrible. He's reaching towards me now. He's probably going to slap me. That seems like the kind of thing he would do in this situation. Make it worse, seeing as he hates me and all.

Wait... Why do I not feel pain? His hand is my cheek but there is no pain that follows it. Instead he slowly wipes away my tears as he stares into my eyes. It's like he's afraid he's doing something wrong. Except the only one doing anything wrong is me. Like always.

Draco's POV

He's not screaming in agony. This is a good sign. I must be doing something right.

Stepping closer I slowly raise my right arm and place it around his waist. When he doesn't tense or scream, I pull him closer and rest his head on my chest as he's too short to reach my shoulder.

Hugging is a good thing. It's a step towards something even better. But I don't want to rush anything. This is good enough. If I go to fast I'll scare him away. That wouldn't be good.

Instead I carefully walk us over to the couch sitting in the middle of the small study like room. Sitting down slowly, I pull Harry down with me, but clearly I didn't think this out fully because now I have Harry sitting on my lap.

It's not that I don't like the outcome, I just find it might be a bit uncomfortable for the green-eyed boy. So instead of staying in the sitting position, I lean back util I am laying down on the couch with Harry curled up on top of me.

Far better if I do say so myself. Now whenever I lose my emotions, Pansy always runs her hand through my hair. It's comforting to me, so maybe it will be to Harry also. With that in mind I raise the hand I had used to wipe his tears away with and begin sifting through his hair with it. 

This is relaxing. I'm almost glad Harry was crying. Now I know that he must like me a tiny bit. I mean he is curled up to my chest. And I refuse to believe it's not just because i was the only one here. He has to like me. As a friend at least. 

As soon as he stops hiccuping I'll ask him to be my friend. That way I'll know for sure. I don't want him hating me anymore. The war is over, we're all safe. So therefore we can all move on from our stupid hatred of each other. I hope.

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AN: So there it is guys. And if anyone has any music recommendations for me they would be well appreciated as I am trying to get more music on my IPod but keep forgetting what songs I want to get. 

TOOTLES!!