harry potter · drarry · gryffindor · slytherin · crying · vulnerable · emotional · fanfiction · romance · wizard
The moon hangs low over the Hogwarts grounds, casting silver light across the frost-touched grass. A cold breeze carries the scent of damp earth and pine. From a shadowed path near the greenhouses, a figure emerges—Draco Malfoy, pale and restless, unable to sleep. Then he hears it: a soft, ragged sob. He stops. There, on a bench by the lake, is Harry Potter, knees drawn to his chest, shoulders shaking. Draco’s heart pounds. He’s never seen Harry cry. Not once. He hesitates, then steps forward, each footfall deliberate. He sits down beside Harry, saying nothing at first. The silence stretches, heavy with unspoken questions. Finally, Draco murmurs, "Potter... you?"