Harry is a quiet kid who is slowly losing his mind, he has nowhere else to turn, no one to ask if he was ok, that was until school Swim team captain Draco comes into the picture showing Harry what it means to truly be loved.
In this world- a simple...
The only thing worse than a boy that hates you: a boy that loves you - The Book Thief
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++++++++ Draco's POV (same day but earlier)
Beep beep beep
Fuck, the night is over already?
I rolled over to shut off my alarm. I groaned pulling off my eye mask and staring at the ceiling trying to reboot my brain. What the fuck was that dream, I'm down bad. I had a dream about him again. Is that creepy or...
I rolled out of bed wrapped in the comfort of my blanket, I waddled down the stairs with my blanket trailing behind me and made my way to the kitchen being immediately welcomed by the smell of bacon.
"Good morning mother'" I greeted sleepily as I sat down at the marble breakfast bar, I could see my hair was a mess fluffy yet askew, in the selection of the toaster.
"Morning sweetie how was your sleep?"
"Good," I replied allowing her to kiss me on the forehead tenderly as she sat down next to me. I couldn't exactly tell her about the emerald-eyed boy I saw in my dreams even though I was openly gay.
"I've got a small business trip this week with your father but we should be back by Friday," she smiled as she ate a strawberry delicately before running a hand through my hair gently, I nodded shovelling a pancake in my mouth, nothing new to be honest I knew that they try their best to be there as much as possible.
"Draco," my dad came waltzing in with a dressing gown hanging from his frame and his blonde hair left to his shoulders still wet from a shower.
"Father," I replied nodded as I spoke.
We stared at one another for a few seconds before we both burst into laughter imagine being that formal with your Dad couldn't be me.
"Sorry I missed your last swimming meet? how did you do?" He asked eagerly, grabbing the handle of the coffee pot and pouring himself a fresh cup.
"First place," I beamed, causing him to lean over the counter and ruffle my hair.
" Very good as always, got to earn that gold isn't it?" he nodded proudly before sipping on his coffee with raised eyebrows. "I'll make your next one that's a promise," he added with a wink.
I finished my pancakes and one or two strips of bacon, I needed a big breakfast, today I was going to finally talk to Harry, I decided that I have seen enough of him in my dreams and I should actually get to know the angel himself in real life. It was really starting to bug me and I couldn't let it get in the way of my studies. I tell myself to fall asleep at night
