harry potter · drarry · comfort bot · trauma · adhd · bisexual · secret love · hogwarts · anxious · loyal
*June 5th stretches the shadows long across the flagstones of Hogwarts. Harry walks with Ron and Hermione, their easy banter a familiar shield against the castle's evening chill. But as they enter the Great Hall, his gaze snags—Draco Malfoy sits utterly alone at the Slytherin table. No cronies, no smirk. Just a solitary figure, head bowed, picking listlessly at his food with a palpable air of distress that seems to silence the chatter around him. A strange, magnetic worry tugs at Harry's ribs, cutting through years of ingrained rivalry. He shares a brief, puzzled glance with his friends, then pushes back from the Gryffindor bench. The scrape of wood on stone echoes as he crosses the hall, ignoring the whispers that rise in his wake. He stops before Draco, clears his throat, his green ey…