My reactions to rereading these old drafts are in bold and parentheses. 

Draco Malfoy wasn't liked at Hogwarts. That was for sure. He was an ex- death eater, and a Slytherin. He also didn't come off as the nicest person. However, there was one person, he was sure he could talk to. (lEmMe gUEsS, hArRy?)

Harry Potter, the savior of the wizarding world, was popular around the school. He was well liked, and in Gryffindor. Despite how well he handled it, he hated the publicity, and people just looking at the scar, and not him. There was one person he knew liked him for who he was, and not the scar.  (Do Ron and Hermione not exist or smth?)

.....

When Draco boarded the Hogwarts express, the students were mostly in compartments already. He walked to the very back train car, which is where the Slytherins usually sat. He headed to the very back row. There were two doors, one containing people who probably didn't like him, the other containing his best friends. He took a deep breath and opened the door on the right. (This is the most basic fanfiction shit I have every seen)

It wasn't Pansy and Blaise. (YEAH NO SHIT, I WONDER)

Three heads turned his way, one ginger, one bushy, one a fair raven black.

The Golden Trio was sitting before him, all with different expressions on their faces.

Ron looked surprised, and quite angry.

Hermione was also quite shaken, and seemed a little anxious. (I  H A T E  MY HERMIONE BEING ANXIOUS AFTER THE WAR HEADCANON IN THIS STORY)

Harry's green eyes sparked, and a very faint smile was on his face. (B A B Y)

"Uhm, sorry," he muttered. "I was just looking for Pansy and Blaise." He cracked a small smile, directed at Harry, and went to the cart on the left, sitting down with his friends. (Yes, because this will go unnoticed.)

....

"Who does he think he is, coming back here?!" Ron said angrily. (O H  Y E A H  A N G R Y  R O N)

"Calm down, Ron, he seems to have changed." Hermione said. (Yeah fr)

Harry, however, didn't contribute to the argument. Draco came back.

When they had met up briefly over the summer, shortly after Draco's trial, Draco had said he probably wouldn't return to Hogwarts, out of fear of how he would be perceived. Harry had urged him to come back, to finish his education, to see him. Draco did not give him an answer. (THIS DOESNT EVEN MAKE ANY FUCKING SENSE; WHERE WOULD THEY MEET UP, HIS HOUSE?)

"Right, mate?"

"Huh?" Harry was snapped out of his trance.

"I was saying how Malfoy is a git, and he should've stayed home." Ron sounded mildly irritated.

"Yeah, for sure," Harry replied, distractedly.

The arguing continued all the way to Hogwarts. (And this is the lame excuse I used as  a time skip,  O K  B O O M E R)

...

After the welcome feast, the eighth years were held back, for an announcement from Professor McGonagall. (HAHAHAHAHAHA          I W O N D E R W H Y)

"Due to dorm shortage, all the eighth years will be housed in one common room." ( WOW I NEVER WOULD'VE GUESSED REGE%H$Y%HG$W#R#GTEHB YHBN)

The eighth years were not at all happy when they saw the dorm assignments.

"We're all dorming with members of the Malfoy crew." Ron complained. (The Silver Trio, excuse you)

"Let's just go ahead and get it over with." Harry said, although he wasn't particularly unhappy with his dormmate, considering it was Draco. ( G A Y )

The Golden trio went their separate ways, each off to Great their new dorm mates. ( G R E A T—)

...

Draco looked up as he heard the door snap shut. Standing in front of him was Harry Potter, someone he thought he would never see again.

"Hi," Harry said softly.

Draco smiled. "Hi, Harry. Surprised I'm here?"

Harry sat down on the bed next to him. "Yeah," he admitted. "I wasn't sure you'd come back after what you said this summer. ( Okay, no end quotes?)

Draco shrugged lightly. "I need NEWTS to become a healer." Draco was very passionate about potions, and wanted to make up for the people he hurt. A healer seemed like the perfect combination. (I like healer Draco)

Harry smiled and leaned his head onto Draco's shoulder. "I'm glad I got to share a dorm with you."

Draco pecked his lips. "Me too." (WHY WHY GOD WHY FUCKING RRRREEEEEE)

....

A few days later, after an agonizing week of classes, it was the weekend. Ron and his roommate, Blaise Zabini, did not get along. Hermione and Pansy just ignored each other.

Draco and Harry, however, were thriving. Because of the wards around their room, they could do whatever they wanted together (A/N: You guys are perverts, stop it) (I'm a pervert, stop it)

They would stay up late at night, sometimes doing schoolwork, sometimes talking, and sometimes just random things. The nights were filled with love and laughter, and they couldn't have wanted it any other way. When they finally went to sleep, they would spell their beds together, so the could awake in the comfort of each other. (UGH WHY IS THIS HAPPENINGGGG)

Outside of the room, however, it was back to Potter and Malfoy. (OFC IT IS)

"What are you doing over here alone, Potter?"

Harry and Draco had agreed to mostly avoid each other, but whenever they did run into each other, they had to make it dramatic.

This time, Harry had been outside, Ron and Hermione on prefect duty.

"None of your business, Malfoy." He bit back.

"Snarky, are we?" He smirked. "What's got your knickers in a twist, Potter?" (I too, know basic British phrases)

People were starting to look their way, and it was clear to both of them that they didn't want to continue to argue. Luckily, they were saved by Ron and Hermione.

"What are you doing here, Malfoy?" Ron snarled.

"Just checking up on Golden Boy, here." He winked at Harry and left, leaving Harry with a faint blush on his face. (Ugh this fanfiction is all about the winks)

"I despise him." Ron spat. (I despise this)

"We already know that, Ron." Hermione said, nudging her boyfriend. "But he doesn't seem to be as bothersome."

"Hermione's right, he's not being as much as a nuisance," Harry said, "and he isn't actually being mean. I think-" he paused. "I might ask for a truce."

His friends reactions were completely different, but what he expected.

"WHAT?!"

" Harry, that's so mature of you. It is a good idea." Hermione said seriously.

"You can't be siding with him, it's MALFOY!" Ron gaped at the both of them. "Have you gone mad?"

"No, I'm just tired of the fighting," and he is too, Harry added silently.

"I think it's a good idea, Harry," Hermione said earnestly. "This rivalry has gone on for quite too long."

"You are both insane."Ron declared. "The day Malfoy accepts a truce, I'll eat my boots." (WHY BOOTS PAST ME I—)

....

"Sounds like Weasley will have quite an appetizing meal then," Draco laughed when Harry had told him what happened later in the dorm. "I agree with Granger, I think the truce is a good idea. We don't have to fight anymore."

Harry smiled, and nodded. "Seeing as we're both uncomfortable with it, it would be best."

Draco gave him a peck on the lips, causing Harry to giggle. "Alright, now, you were saying you needed help on Flitwick's essay?" (Oh right, Harry is a fourteen yr old school girl 👌🏼)

....

"Enjoy your boots, Ron," Harry said as he sat down at the Gryffindor table.

"What- wait no way!" Ron exclaimed. "Malfoy accepted the truce?"

"Yep." Harry replied absentmindedly.

"Bloody hell! I can't believe it!"

"Well, start believing it Weasley." Draco said as he walked past the Gryffindor table as he did every morning, winking at Harry. ( S T O P  I T ,  G E T  S O M E  H E L P)

Flustered, Harry blushed and stuck his tongue out at the Slytherin as he sat down with Pansy and Blaise. (14 yr old girl ok)

"Damn, What's gotten into him?" Ron said, staring at Malfoy across the hall.

"A lot of things, lately." Harry replied, Hermione joining them saving him from an awkward explanation. (OMG REREADING THIS I REALIZED HOW PERVY IT SOUNDS DAMMIT)

....

"We should come out soon." Draco said to Harry as they lay on their bed, hand in hand. ( Me to myself )

"How do we do that?" Harry asked. "Hey Ron, Hermione, i may or may not be gay and dating our worst enemy." He said sarcastically. (But Harry I thought u were bi—)

Draco laughed, remembering the awkwardness that was present when they first got together.

5th Year (OH GOD OH GOD OH GOD)

"Oi, Potter!" Draco was patrolling the halls and just happened to catch Harry roaming around in the middle of the night. "What are you doing wandering the corridors at night?" (Yes, I know that's Snape's line) (STFU PAST ME)

Harry looked over at him, face sunken and tired. Something in his worn face had made Draco's snobbish 'I'm better than you' mask crack, as he rushed up to him. "What in the name of Merlin happened to you?" He exclaimed.

"Nightmares," Harry muttered in reply.

"Here, come." Draco took him to his private quarters, a result of his father's money and Umbridge's new placement at Hogwarts. He sat Harry down on his bed, and started rustling through his cabinet. ( HOW CONVENIENT)

"Why are you helping me, Malfoy?" Harry asked, exhaustion making his eyes droop.

"In truth, Potter, I'm not all that bad of a person. I would probably be like this most of the time if Umbitch didn't send constant letters to my father." Draco replied, letting out a satisfied hum when he found the vile he was looking for.

"Oh. What's that?" Harry asked, pointing at the vile Draco had in his hand.

"Dreamless Sleep. By the looks of it, you need it." He handed the vile over to Harry who eyed it suspiciously. He sighed. "Don't worry Potter, I haven't poisoned it. It's not like I was randomly waiting for a night to find you wandering the halls."

Harry gave him a weak half smile, which was lopsided, as always. Draco couldn't help but blush, and he looked down. Harry being observant, noticed this. "Flustered, Malfoy?"

"No! Of course not." He crossed his arms and looked away from Harry, biting his lip. Harry, however, went up to him and turned his face so Draco had to look down at him.

"Be honest, Malfoy. Are you gay?" Draco flushed. "So what if I am?"

Harry grabbed his tie, and smashed their lips together. "Good, 'cause I am too."

"Oh," Draco breathed out, looking at the smaller boy. (WHAT THE BLOODY FUCXKING HELL WAS THAT DCDERGERHYTERGFRGJOETYNB)

8th Year ( S T O P )

"Yeah, that'd be awkward." Draco said. "But that's basically what you're going to have to say."

Harry shrugged and sighed heavily. "It's not really them I'm worrying about. It's everyone else. If this gets out of hand, It'd make headlines. 'Harry Potter dating former death eater Draco Malfoy!'" (Said every fanfiction ever)

"Well then," Draco said, grasping Harry's hand. "We'll just have to make sure that doesn't happen."

Harry leaned into Draco's shoulder, closing his eyes as Draco played with his messy hair gently. He had tried before, and failed miserably, to tame Harry's hair. It just wasn't possible. Just then, the door opened. Draco tensed. If it was Pansy or Blaise, it would be fine. If it was Weasley or Granger, they would be screwed. ( I T S N O T P A N S Y O R B L A I S E B E T )

Harry had fallen asleep on his shoulder, and he didn't want to wake him up, knowing how awful his nightmares got sometimes. He'd sometimes spend hours at a time trying to calm Harry down. (-_-)

Draco decided he'd ignore the person at the door. If it was Weasley or Granger, they'd say something. If not, Pansy or Blaise would just leave. Draco gave Harry a small peck, making his lip twitch in his sleep. He then laid him down, about to get up and do homework, when a hand grabbed his own. He looked back over, and Harry's dazzling green eyes met his stormy gray ones. ( D A Z Z L I N G )

"You know I get nightmares when I don't sleep with you," Harry said, looking up at him.

"Harry, I have to finish my essay for Flitwick. It's due tomorrow, and I don't want it to be late." He said, kneeling down so their eyes met. (Bitch—)

"Don't care," Harry said leaning over and kissing Draco. "Now will you come lay down?

Flushed, Draco stared at his boyfriend for a long time, before sighing. "Alright, fine." He climbed into bed next to Harry, spooning him. Before he fell asleep, he chanced a glance over at the door. It was closed. Must've been Pansy or Blaise, he thought, before drifting off to sleep.

After 7 years of friendship with Harry Potter, Hermione Granger had gotten used to seeing weird things. However, she was not prepared when she had gone to see why Harry had missed dinner, to see him asleep on Malfoy's shoulder. She had watched them quietly for a while, before creeping out of the room. This was not something she expected. Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy, long term enemies, in a relationship. And fucking kissing nonetheless. Was Malfoy playing a trick on her friend? She decided to find out. ( B E T )

The next day, Hermione snuck into the boys' dorm room under the invisibility cloak. She had told Harry she needed it to go to the library, but really, she just wanted to study the couple further. She sat in the corner of the room where there was nothing, and waited for the boys to come in. Draco came in first and took off his robe and tie. Harry followed shortly after and wrapped his arms around Draco, on his tiptoes to whisper something in his ear, which made Draco shiver and say, "Perv." Harry laughed lightly and changed as well, joining Draco who was sitting on a little couch they had in their room. ( T O P  H A R R Y  H A S  H I S  M O M E N T S            N G L , B U T  D R A C O  S T I L L  M A I N L Y  T O P S  I N  M Y  H E A D)

"So, did you finish Flitwick's essay?" Harry asked, his head in Draco's lap.

"You're lucky I did, Potter, I almost didn't eat breakfast rushing to get it done." He replied with an exaggerated sigh. (Me reading this)

"Oh, shut up. I saw you eat."

"You watch me eat?" Draco asked with surprise.

Harry flushed a brilliant red. "Sorry." He muttered. "But after your bout of anorexia in 6th year, I've been too nervous to not watch you eat."

Hermione gasped quietly. Draco had anorexia? Wait- 6th year? ( I'm sorry, but I really like the Draco with anorexia headcanon, and I kin Draco, so I take out all of the bad shit I try really hard to keep myself from doing on him, so that's why he's so fucked up)

"I promised I wouldn't start that again, not without letting you know so you could help me." Draco responded, nimble fingers combing through Harry's hair repeatedly, making Harry close his eyes. ( I just always thought it'd be nice to do that to someone, it can't be done to me, my hair gets tangled too easily)

"I know, but I'm still going to worry about you, you are my boyfriend after all, it's my job."

At this, Draco let out a small giggle causing Harry to pause and gape at him. "Did you just?"            ( C R I N G E )

Draco turned a brilliant shade of red. "No I didn't I-, you're imagining things!"

Harry broke out in a smile. "I got the Draco Malfoy to giggle. I must be special." (Nooooo, not like you're the boy who lived twice or anything)

Draco put his face on Harry's chest. "Shut up," was barely audible. (Tf—)

Harry took Draco's face up off his chest and kissed him. Slightly surprised, Draco blinked before quickly taking control of the kiss. ( #Dracotops2020 )

Hermione decided she did not need to see them making out, but then came up with a mischievous plan. (Ohgodohgodohgodohgod)

....

Harry moaned into the kiss as Draco's tongue explored his mouth, despite knowing every nook and cranny. Caught up in their makeout session, they did not hear the door open, close, then open again. "Harry I wanted to give you back your-" (I S U C K  AT WRITING MAKEOUT SESSIONS, ME AND MY PERVY MIND UUUGGHHHHH)

Hermione Granger has just walked in on them making out. As if electrocuted, Harry and Draco jumped apart, Harry falling off of Draco onto the floor and Draco hitting his head on the back of the couch. (Nice simile bro)

"'Mione," Harry laughed nervously. "It's not what it looks like-?"

Draco, had begun quietly laughing, and was growing louder. "What's so funny?" Harry asked.

"That's one way to come out," Draco smirked at him. "Anyways, I'm going to take a shower. You have the privilege of dealing with your friend here." And with that, Draco pecked Harry's lips and left the room. (Tf)

"Uhm... hi?" Harry waved nervously at Hermione.

"Harry James Potter, I do believe you owe me an explanation," Hermione said, crossing her arms.

With a sigh, Harry glanced toward the bathroom door. "Me and Draco... are dating." Hermione raised an eyebrow, asking him to elaborate. "Well in 5th year, he found me wandering the halls after curfew, because I had a nightmare. He uh- helped me, and I kind of kissed him." (Cringe)

Hermione, shook her head. "And you're sure he's not messing with you?"

Harry smiled. "Positive. He told me a lot of things that helped in 6th year..."

6th Year

"Draco?" Harry had walked into Draco's private dorm that was later to be destroyed in the war.    (  h o w c o n v e n i e n t )

Draco turned his head and looked up him wearily. His pale face was sunken, and he had black bags under his eyes. He was obviously underweight, and his left sleeve was rolled up, revealing the dark mark and several scars crossing over it. (Yeah, my head is a messed up place. Characters self harm so I don't do it myself. Don't wanna start up again.)

"Oh, hi Harry," Draco said, with a weak smile.

"Draco are you not eating again?" He said, concern wrapping his voice. Draco pointedly looked at the floor. "Dragon, that's not healthy." He said sitting down next to him.

"Harry," Draco murmured. "Tonight."

Harry looked at him, confused. "Tonight what?"

"The Death Eaters! They're coming tonight! And I'm supposed to kill Dumbledore! I can't-" his voice cracked and he buried his head in his hands. Harry gently wrapped his arms around his boyfriend, feeling him tremble violently. "I'm so sorry," he whispered softly. (qwq)

"It's okay, you didn't have a choice. You're being so brave by just telling me their nasty plans." Harry said as Draco buried his head in Harry's chest. I love you. (Is that in his head or?)

7th Year

"Please don't ever leave me, Harry. I don't know what I'll do without you." Draco murmured softly as he hugged his boyfriend in the Room of Requirement.

"I'm not planning on it, Dragon," Harry said into his ear, tightly hugging him. "Just remember, I love you."

Draco inhaled sharply. "I love you too." He exhaled. "Go be brave, Raven. I believe in you."

They separated and Harry gave him a small smile, before rushing off. Be safe, Raven. I love you. (I'm sorry, but I always loved the "Raven" and "Dragon" nicknames, and I can't remember which fanfiction I read them in, so if anyone knows, please tell me.)

8th Year

"I know he loves me, 'Mione. He's told me so himself." Harry said with a smile.

Hermione frowned uncertainly. Just then, Draco came out of the bathroom, blonde hair in his face and in silk gray pajamas. "Harry, did you possibly misplace the toothpaste?" ( W H A T )

"Oh, we ran out." He replied, Hermione watching their actions closely.

Draco frowned. "Did you get more?"

"No, haven't had the chance to yet."

Draco rolled his eyes, a small smile pulling at his lips. "Do know where to get more?"

"Yeah, there's a supply closet at the end of the hall."

"Alright, thanks Raven. Anything else we're out of while I'm here?"

"Could you just grab and extra blanket? I get cold sometimes."

"Alright." Draco pecked him on the top of the head and went to retrieve the toothpaste. ( this whole fucking debacle over toothpaste. Do cleaning charms not exist?) 

"He's so nice to you," Hermione said with awe.

"He's actually a pretty nice person." Harry smiled. ( B E T )

Draco returned with the blanket, and got Harry settled with it ("are you sure you're warm enough? I can get another one") then went to brush his teeth. (Ew)

"Does he always fuss over you like this, or is it because I'm here?" Hermione asked, gaping at the bathroom door.

"No, this is a usual." Harry smiled at his friend. (An*)

"Does He get mad when you call him nicknames?" Hermione asked. He didn't seem like the nickname type.

Harry smirked. "Dragon!" There was a brief silence before the answer came.

"Yes?"

"I love you."

"Love you too," the reply came back, and he went silent again, presumingly brushing his teeth. (Why)

"Wow. He's like an entirely different person." Hermione said, bewildered.

"Not really, he's still sassy as hell. And he can be a jerk. Just got to catch him at the right moment. Here- Draco!"

"Yes?"

"What are you doing?"

"if it wasn't fucking obvious, Potter, I am brushing my teeth. Now could you give me a minute to finish?" Draco yelled back, irritably.

"Oh." Hermione said. "He's quite the personality."

"Yeah, but he's really a sweetheart." Harry said, smiling. (I regret this whole previous scene with all my heart)

Draco came out of the bathroom, his blonde hair still in disarray, he left it loose in the evenings, and Harry liked it better like that. "Oh, Granger is still here," he grunted, sitting down on the couch next to Harry.

"Yeah, I'm still here, Malfoy." Hermione sighed. And I wanted to ask a couple questions before I go."

Draco opened his previously closed eyes and gave Harry a questioning look. Harry just shrugged. "Alright, I guess."

"Do you love Harry?" She expected a cruel laugh, something to show that he was in the wrong.

"Yes, with all my heart." No hesitation crossed his path, and his eyes closed again. Harry smiled widely.

Hermione frowned. What could she ask to prove that Draco didn't have good intentions?

"How long have you two been dating?"

"3 years, 10 months, and 21 days." He answered matter of factly. (I—)

"What's Harry's favorite food?"

"He really likes treacle tart, and Bertie Botts Every Flavor Beans. He also likes blueberries, despite being slightly allergic to them, although overall, his favorite fruit is strawberries."

Hermione gaped at him. There is no way he knew Harry this well. What could she ask-? "What size is Harry in shoes?"

"Harry wears a men's 7 ½, and a women's 9 ¾, So it depends on the brand of shoe." He said without missing a beat. (9 3/4, past me thought I was funny or sum shit)

Hermione was dumbfounded. Draco actually cared enough to know all this stuff?

Harry smiled. "See? He's not gonna hurt me." He mouthed to Hermione as Draco wrapped an arm around him.

"I'm going to go." Hermione said stiffly. "See you later."

"Granger?" Draco said, making her pause. "Please don't tell anyone." She briskly nodded and walked out of the room.

....

"Your friend is very demanding." Draco murmured, half asleep.

Harry smiled, leaning into his chest. "She's just worried about me."

"She shouldn't be," Draco grunted, holding Harry tighter. "I wouldn't let anything happen to you."

"Well, she doesn't know that, to her, we've been enemies for the past 7 years, not boyfriends." Harry pointed out.

"I suppose that makes sense." Draco said. "Let's go lay down."

....

Now that Hermione knew about him and Draco, Harry seemed a lot less tense. Hermione even came in their room to hang out sometimes, showing her that Draco's intentions were good, and they even had become friends. However, there was one downside to this.

"I don't understand why I can't come hang out in your dorm, too." Ron complained. "If Malfoy isn't doing anything about Hermione, surely I'll be fine." (Ugh, don't tell me Ron's an asshole)

"It's complicated, Ron." Harry said, biting his lip.

"Come on mate, please?" Ron pleaded.

Harry glanced at Hermione, who nodded tentatively. "Alright. Meet there after dinner." (I'm scared)

....

Harry skipped dinner to let Draco know what was going on. (B r u h)

"Are you sure this is a good idea?" Draco asked nervously. "Weasley really doesn't like me."

Harry kissed his forehead. "I won't let him do anything to you, Draco. And if he doesn't like you, that's his loss, you understand?" Draco nodded meekly.

Hermione walked in the room, closing the door behind her. "Harry, Draco." She said, sitting down. "Are you ready? This could go awfully."

Harry nodded and Draco shook his head uncertainly, but murmured a quiet "Yeah," nonetheless.

Harry noticed his boyfriend's tenseness, and said, "Draco, do you want to take some of your calming draught?" Harry asked softly. Draco had severe anxiety but didn't show it around others. (Dammit I'm really shoving all my mental issues on Draco, Aren't I—)

Draco shook his head. "I'll be fine. But have it in hand, just in case." Harry went to the bathroom and took the vial from the cupboard and put it on his nightstand. Then, Ron came in.

"Hi, mate!" Ron said, sitting down on the couch. Draco flinched away from the redhead, looking over at Harry who had frozen next to the nightstand.

"Hi, Ron." Harry said with a small smile.

"What are you looking at, Malfoy?" Ron snarled, noticing Draco looking at his best friend.   (Bitch-)

Draco's gaze turned to Ron, anxiety clear in his gray eyes. Harry rushed over, vial in hand and grabbed Draco's hand, murmuring something barely audible. Draco murmured in reply, and Harry shook his head, giving him the vial. Draco swallowed a small amount, and put it down, sticking his tongue out at Harry. (yes, let's just forget Ron's here, shall we?)

Ron looked at them, confused. "Why are they being so civil?" Hermione just shushed him, and gestured him to keep watching. (Oh God)

Harry was laughing lightly, Draco a faint pink. He growled out something in Harry's ear, then grabbed his tie and smashed their lips together. Ron's jaw dropped, looking at the couple in shock. (OK BOOMER)  (IM IN DSO MUCH FUCKING PAIN AAAAAAAA)

Hermione cleared her throat, and the couple broke apart hesitantly. Harry gave her an apologetic smile, and then realized Ron was there as well. (SO THIS IS A NORMAL)

"Uhm, surprise?" Harry said awkwardly. Draco had curled in on himself in the corner, but still holding Harry's hand.

"You're dating Malfoy?!" Ron yelled. "Out of anyone in this entire fucking school, MALFOY. What is wrong with you?" (NO DAMMIT)

"There's nothing wrong with me, Ron." Harry said coldly. "I just happen to be in love with Draco Malfoy. Is that such a problem?"

"Please don't stop being Harry's friend because of me." Draco said softly. "He doesn't deserve that." (Oh shit not my toxic friend debacle fuck, now I'm shoving stuff from a year ago on this poor bean)

"And How should you of all people, know what he deserves, Malfoy?" Ron said, turning his anger onto the Slytherin boy.

"Well, I've been around him for 3 years now, I know what an incredible person he is, and he's really kindhearted, and brave." Draco said. "And no one like him deserves to lose their best friend of seven years to a piece of rubbish like me." (Mood)

"Draco, you ARE NOT rubbish." Harry protested.

"For once, I agree with Malfoy. He's worthless death eater trash." Ron seethed, angry fire in his eyes. (>:( )

"Ronald Billus Weasley! How could you say such things?" Hermione scolded.

"Ron, Draco was a death eater, but it wasn't his choice! In fact, he actually spied for us in 6th year, I just didn't tell you." (I—)

Final Thoughts:

Okay, so I obviously wrote this while not in a good mindset. I shoved a lot of shit on Draco, I was probably in the midst of one of my "depressive episodes" as I like to call them. I can see why I never finished this story, as the storyline makes no fucking sense, and it's mainly just me craving physical affection, being worried about coming out, and hating myself. I guess overall this story was more of a vent, and was never going to be finished. I also think this is one of my first ever drafts, so the writing isn't that good either. I would rate this a solid 3/10.