The Vast Between Us - A Drarry Fanfiction

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There is a vast between the two of us. A large void filled with confusion, admiration, and ultimately hate. This slithering darkness crawls into every orifice of our interactions and poisons our minds, making us act irrational. Never mind I used to look up to him. I saw him as unattainable, a hero. And there. Right there. I almost had his hand in mine and then it wasn't. It repeats through my head constantly.

Rejected.
Not worthy.
Pathetic.
Over and over.

I look over at him and he looks back - knowing exactly how he feels about me, but I don't. My emotions are jumbled into a small void I have created just for emotions concerning Harry Potter.

Stop looking at me, Potter. Go joke about chocolate frogs or compare your broom to your dick, whatever you Gryffindors do.

I sighed softly and stood up from the Great Hall's Slytherin table and made my way back to the dorms. Turning hallway after hallway, I quickly caught on to the fact that someone was following me. A shadow trailed softly after mine, flickering in and out of the candlelight of the darker areas. I stopped and tension was spread thick through the air.

"Who is there?" I said a loud.

No one spoke.

"I'm not a dunce. I am being followed. Step out now."

The light flickered and I turned around to see a familiar figure. Immediately I pulled out my wand. "Potter."

"Malfoy."

Why are you following me?

"Planning to hex me in the dungeons? How very Slytherin of you." I said softly.

He smirked.

"I'm not planning on hexing you, Malfoy. Actually I'd like to ask you for a favor."

I wanted to laugh. I wanted to laugh hysterically. The boy who lived? Asking for my help? A joke.

"Haha very funny Potter."

"It's true. See I have a bit of a problem."

This piqued my already growing curiosity.

"And that is?"

"I'm gay."

And the joke gets better. Potter must stop soon before he makes me actually laugh uncontrollably.

"That is.... interesting. How am I supposed to help?"

"I don't want to be this way, Malfoy. I'm not... gay."

"But you just said-"

"I know what I said!" He puffed incredulously.

This is it. I'm almost done for. I stifled back a giggle.

"I want to be normal again."

I narrowed my eyes.

"Were you ever?" I said.

"I want to kiss you Malfoy. I hate you so much, maybe kissing you will make guys disgusting for me."

"I'm innocent Potter and I wish to stay that way." I said and started to walk away.

He's utterly mad. Insane.

"Please, wait! I'll give you something in return!" He shouted.

"What could you possibly have that I want?"

"An apology."

I stopped cold in my tracks. Then I turned around after composing myself.

"For what Potter?"

"For not shaking your hand that night. For judging you before I got to know you. For not understanding."

"What's there to understand? I come from a dark family with associations to the wizard who murdered your parents. You are the boy who lived. A hero. There's no shame in turning down my hand."

"But I've been thinking about it lately. About how sad you looked afterwards. I feel like I actually hurt you. And that was the last time I saw you."

He's certainly gotten more perceptive lately. Maturity does that, I guess. But this is something I can't deal into. There is a vast. A space between us that keeps us in balance. It's not something you can simply tear through without consequences.

"Leave." I said.

That's all I could muster up to say. One word.
He didn't leave. He just came closer to me.

"I'm sorry, Draco. I'm sorry for judging you."

My throat started to itch and burn and I felt a warm sensation on my cheeks. Is.... are these tears? "You hate me, Potter. I know you're lying. You're trying to hurt me by using the foolish feelings I had for you as a child against me."

"I won't deny part of me wants to hex you right now into oblivion. A part of me really wants you to hurt. Another part of me wants to forgive and forget."

I had nothing. Nothing to defend myself with. With one apology, almost all of the hatred I had bottled up against Potter all these years was released.

He held out a hand.

"Friends?"

I shook it.

"Maybe." I said.

He smiled and I felt like the cold feeling of the vast was suddenly warmer than the sun.

"Now I can't kiss you. Dammit." Harry cursed to himself.

"Why?" I almost said out loud then stopped myself.

"Sorry. You're the one who decided to make amends. Can't exactly hate me now, can you Potter? Oh you surely messed up this time now." I said sarcastically.

He frowned.

"I never really hated you to be honest. You've just always irked me."

"I have that effect on people."

Harry laughed.

"Never knew you were so funny, Malfoy."
"Never knew you were gay, but it seems we figure out new things everyday."

Potter blushed.

"Please keep it a secret."

"What good is there to tell it? Nobody should care anyways."

Suddenly, I felt a warm hug as arms wrapped around me tight. Harry Potter was hugging me. And I liked it. Strange.

I relaxed deeper into the hug as my nose started to pick up on his scents. Sweat. Books. Elderberry. Cinnamon.

It was very calming.

And as soon as the hug had been initiated, it was broken. Harry Potter had ran off, gone from Malfoy's sight. But in the vast, he was no longer worlds away. He was right beside Draco's heart, warming up the darkness that enveloped it.

Me and Harry are "friends". Or at the very least associates. Oh, dear Merlin. There will be consequences for this. Definitely problems in the future.

But surprisingly, the young blonde didn't seem to mind knowing troubles could come their way. He was smiling.