As he caresses Draco's cheek and gazes into his eyes leaning in close enough his breath tingles against Draco's pale skin. "Please stay with me?"
He says with a shimmer in his deep, penetrating gaze. Draco's mind swims in what his beloved would say next reeling on every word that slipped from his rosy lips. All he could ever think about in class anymore was his love.
It was consuming him from his deepest most ignored subconsious to his most conscious thoughts. The only thought that crossed Draco's mind, Harry Potter. Harry saddens and with a delicate whisper in Draco's ear "Wake up..."
He awoke to see a irritated Snape standing next to his bed almost noticeably pacing. He walked out of the room once Draco's body was up and out of bed. Snape could hear his vile tongue spewing off what he knew to be untrue.
"Bloody hell! Couldn't you allow me the peace I had of strangling Potter in his sleep?" He slightly flinched at his own words to his dear friend. 'Why must I hate him?' Ran through his head every day and when he awoke to an empty bed he would have a heavy soul.
His body feeling sluggish he decided to walk down the large hall not paying attention to the intricate details in the paintings that would either mock , ignore, flirt, or look down upon him. He rarely seemed to care anymore about his studies, but then again when did he ever care before?
Shrugging to himself he walks into the girls bath. He would make it a habit to bathe in the morning when no one was around. He began to undress himself in a tedious manner then a small tune escapes past his lips and a sweet delicate voice came out of the bubbles, this puzzled him for a
moment. "What are you doing here, Malfoy!?" echoed off the marble walls and a stunned Draco watched the droplets slide down his pale chest. All he could manage out was a weak and feeble question"Why Potter?". Harry frowned and stood up. Every inch of his wonderous flesh glistened.
Staring he tried to look away from Harry's long, delicious torso. His appendages hung limp as his words fell on deaf ears. Draco's heart raced, chest tightened, and his body shaking at what lays before his eyes. When all of a sudden Harry smiles and starts to walk over. Grabbing a towel on the
way he ruffles his hair and dries his body agonizingly slow. Harry stands only a couple of inches from his face and his voice breaks their staring contest, "Draco, when do you want to meet up for our potions assignment? I'm free tonight if that's all right?".
Putting up his façade draco snears, steps away, and then speaks harsh, pierced words," Why must you waste my time for a potions assignment you lost in the first place!? Tonight is fine but I don't want to spend anymore time on it or you!". The hurt could be read on his soft face. His hair hung
slightly, making it difficult to see his eyes. All Draco managed to see was a droplet slide down Harry's face and hear the words barely escape his vocal chords, "Of course...see you tonight after dinner...". He then grabbed his clothes and ran from the bathroom, tears visibly streaming down
his scarlet cheeks. " What have I done!?" Was all that was heard from Draco's mouth for the rest of his bath.