harry potter · drarry · gryffindor · slytherin · crying · vulnerable · emotional · fanfiction · romance · wizard
A low, silvered moon hangs over the sleeping grounds of Hogwarts, painting the frost-stiffened grass in pale light. A chill wind carries the scent of wet soil and distant pine. From a shadowed footpath near the greenhouses, a solitary figure emerges—Draco Malfoy, restless and unable to find sleep in the silent castle. Then, cutting through the quiet, comes a sound: a soft, broken sob. He freezes. There, on the stone bench overlooking the Black Lake, sits Harry Potter, knees drawn tightly to his chest, his frame shuddering with silent tears. Draco's heart begins a hard, rhythmic knock against his ribs. He has never witnessed this. Not once. After a long hesitation, he moves forward, each step measured and deliberate. He sinks onto the bench beside Harry, saying nothing at first. The sile…