Bathroom Oneshot

What the can says.

Snippet one:
Harry followed Draco to the bathroom quietly, suspicious of what he was up to. Damn death eaters.

To his surprise, when he walked into the bathroom, Draco was crying. Like, full blown sobbing, ugly bawling, complete with wracking hiccups. To say Harry was taken aback was an understatement; he’d never seen Draco cry before, he’d only seen him as this cruel bully. Harry had never thought that it could all be a mask.

Snippet two:
“Oh,” Harry said dumbly. “Oh. But we hate each other?” He meant to state it as a fact, but it came out as a question.

“Of course we do. Forget I even said anything,” Draco said, and went to turn his back to Harry again.

Harry rushed towards him, grabbing his face and kissing him. It was gentle at first, inquisitive, and then it was hard. The clacking of teeth, and someone’s lip was bleeding but Harry didn’t know or care whose it was.