On my own again

Fix me, I'm defective.
Stitch me up and make me feel new again.
Take all that's wrong and correct it.
Leave nothing that resembles this mess that I am.

Letter in hand, in the Slytherin fifth year boys dormitory, Draco stood. His silvery grey eyes read over the letter from his father. Draco had written to Lucius the week before, explaining how he was a prefect now and not only a prefect but a member of Umbridge's inquisitorial sqaud. Lucius didn't care about any of that though, no this letter was a strongly worded scolding about how his son had been stupid enough to let himself get caught daydreaming and doodling in class about a certain Gryffindor with jet black hair and the greenest eyes he'd ever seen.... It wasn't like he hadn't been caught doodling before, most people just assumed Draco was drawing some grotesque picture of Harry being torn apart limb from limb. Only it wasn't, he'd doodled the pair of them holding hands and let himself be caught by McGonagall. She hadn't told anyone the contents of the drawing, anyone aside from Lucius anyway. That was why all of Draco's achievements were being ignored because in Lucius' words... 'No son of mine will be caught behaving in such a foolish Wand-worshipping way.'

Draco set the letter into the fireplace and watched it burn in his common room. All he wanted was a little appreciation for his efforts. Potter was out here making his life hell yet again, what a beautiful mess he was. If Draco hadn't received that soul crushing letter he might have found it poetic... but he couldn't, not when his father was right. He was the defective Malfoy, the platinum blonde mess.

I miss what never was with us, our fiction I constructed.
You're everywhere and all that I think about.
I can't even feel alone in my own head.
On my own again

He couldn't get the platinum blonde Slytherin out of his head as he sat up in the Gryffindor dormitories. Harry had no idea why he was so obsessed with Draco Malfoy, but he just couldn't shake the image of the other's pointed features stretching into a genuine smile, walking hand in hand with him.
Harry briefly turned his head, looking to his redheaded best friend in the bed right beside his. He couldn't tell Ron, Ron wouldn't get it. For a brief second he considered telling Hermione but he shook his head at the thought, she wouldn't like it. Especially not with the vile way Malfoy had treated her since first year near enough.
"Pull yourself together, its Malfoy." Harry spoke to himself, feeling like the only one that could help him out with his problem. As soon as he heard his own voice, he heard another inside his head. A very familiar one actually, that icy drawl was much softer as it spoke though.
"You should have let yourself be a Slytherin."
Harry shook his head, why couldn't he get Malfoy out of his head. All he wanted was to be alone, and he couldn't even be granted that inside his own mind.. but who was he supposed to tell? Not his friends. They'd cast him out for sure.

I'm trying not to feel 'cause I'm feeling like the world forgot me.
On my own again
Yeah, you were always his
and all I ever was was sorry

Neither boy could sleep. The pair of them laid awake. Draco focusing intently on jet black hair and circle rimmed glasses; And Harry focusing intently on a smile stretched over pointed features and porcelain pale skin.
It was almost as if the boys could feel the weight of the world turning. It made Draco throw up, his pale fingers clutching the sink he'd rushed too as soon as he realised he felt nauseous. However, it made Harry restless. The Gryffindor boy slipped on his invisibility cloak and silently left his dormitory room and then began to wander the halls, hoping to get the blonde, egocentric, Slytherin off of his mind.

Draco's knuckles went white as he clutched the sink, Merlin! Why was he so nervous? It wasn't like anyone was even awake to see him this way, yet here he was... throwing up into the sink because he couldn't get Harry off of his mind.... or was it because he was afraid of what Lucius would do when he went home for Christmas?... It was probably that. The blonde decided he couldn't stay awake doing nothing any longer, it was driving him mad. So, he slid on a pair of slippers and moved to leave the Slytherin common room. If he got caught he'd be in more trouble, sure but he'd just have to make sure he didn't get caught.

I'm my own invention
An unfulfilled and underwhelmed work of art.

Maybe he should have just let himself be sorted into Slytherin? That way... that way he wouldn't be held up to the same standard his dad was, maybe he wouldn't always have to be the hero? More importantly though, he wouldn't have to quash his feelings for his Quidditch rival. Harry gave a gentle sigh as he travelled along the empty stone corridors. Why, of all people, did it have to be Malfoy that he fell for? Why Malfoy? The blonde seemingly had no redeeming qualities....then again.. Harry didn't exactly feel like the brave heroic leader of Dumbledore's Army like everyone expected him to be. Harry turned into a familiar room and the sight of shockingly bright blonde hair startled him. He stood quiet for a moment, watching Draco intently, before shrugging off his invisibility cloak.

I'm desperate for your affection
It's hopeless, I know, but that's just who I am.

Draco quietly padded along the abandoned corridors that had been brimming with students from all four houses just hours before. His mind fixed on the words in his father's letter. Specifically the part about his 'wand worshipping ways.'
"No son of mine is a wand worshipper." He quietly mumbled, running a hand through his usually neatly combed hair. Draco found himself entering a room. In the room laid a big mirror framed in what looked like gold with big clawed feet to help it stand. The frame was all very impressive but what really got Draco was the reflection. He was standing there, beside Lucius. Lucius wore a proud smile on his face, one Draco had never seen before, and... Draco's hand was interlinked with someone else's.

It's like my mind has mirrored walls
And you're standing in the middle.

"What do you see?" Harry asked, in the least bitter way possible.
Draco spun around on his feet and began to panic. Had he seen? Bugger... what if he had?
Harry noticed the panic falling upon Draco's face and quickly began to regret asking. He walked up to look into the mirror, expecting to see his parents again. Only this time... he didn't? He saw himself, interlinking hands with that boy with the pale pointed features and the rare smile.
Harry went wide eyed.

I'm equal parts self-doubt and confidence
And I'm confident I'll die with every word I have left unsaid.

Draco had stammered at Potter's sudden appearance. A familiar sneer forming on his face.. not because he wanted too but just because he felt like he had too.
"What do you want Potter!? Are you so obsessed with me that you have to follow me around everywhere?!" He spat, really hoping Harry hadn't been able to see what he'd seen in the mirror. His confident tone masking all the doubts he was having about how good of a son he actually was.

In a random burst of Gryffindor bravery, Harry did something he'd never thought he would do. He grabbed the Slytherin's hand, and leaned up to kiss the blonde.
Draco had stepped back at first, in sheer horror. Until, he realised just how good the kiss felt. His knee caps felt about as sturdy as jelly, he felt weak but definitely not a bad type of weak. When their lips finally parted neither boy had the heart to separate their hands. Even if they were sitting together in complete silence, which they ended up doing for a really long time. Until Harry reluctantly decided that they should go back to their dormitories. The raven haired Gryffindor shielded the blonde Slytherin with the invisibility cloak and walked him back to his common room.

I'm just a reader
You're every chapter
Never happy, ever after
(on my own again)

The next day, both the Gryffindor and the Slytherin seekers were the only ones too tired to follow along with Professor McGonagall as she spoke, which would have been suspicious had they not 'hated' each other. Green eyes would steal glances towards grey and vice versa back and forth all day, discussing without ever uttering a single word.
Honestly, if being the family disappointment meant he got to have more nights of comfortable silence with Harry then Draco would continue being the family disappointment.
And if being beside Draco when he wasn't uttering comments about his friends meant that Harry would end up all alone...then he decided he'd much rather be alone. Alone holding onto the pale porcelain skinned hand that fit perfectly into his own, almost as if it were the missing piece to his jigsaw puzzle. If his friends didn't like the fact that their hands fitted perfectly together, well....he'd get to that bridge when he crossed it.

An elegantly folded paper crane landed on his lap, Harry didn't even have to unfurl it to know who it was from. The note had read.

'See you tonight Potter?'

Harry grinned and responded with one single word.

'Yes.'