Potions dragged on, just as frustraring as usual.
At the moment it was raining outside. Fat drops collided with the window and slid almost lazily down the pane and out of view.
Harry felt his gaze being drawn to the sight, rather than his assignment that lay infront of him.
Suddenly, a low cough startled him out of his daze, though he was not sure why.
When he looked up he found cold blue eyes connecting with his own shining green ones.
So many emotions passed between the two: love, hate, regret, desire, longing.
Harry looked away, his face growing red. He didn't want to miss the bonde haired boy, but oh, he did.
Last year, He and none other than Draco Malfoy had grown quite fond of each other, and for a while things went smoothly between them.
Of course, once their little secret got out, things became tricky, seeing as they were both boys, and the unspoken leaders of two opposing houses.
Harry looked up once more to find the steely blue eyes still gazing at him, burning with emotions he couldn't even begin to name.
Soon after, the bell rang and Harry swiftly made his way out of the dungeon, anxious to get away from his confusion, and whirling thoughts.
"Potter."
He halted at the all too farmiliar voice.
The corridor was nearly empty, with a few students turning the corner, starting down the next corridor.
They were alone.
Malfoy ran up to Harry, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder.
"We need to talk, Harry."
Not expecting the gentle tone, Harry was suprised to find himself unclenching his fists and turning to face the other boy.
They looked each other in eyes, still burning with the emotions that wanted to pour out.
"Alright, go on then." Harry prompted.
Malfoy ran a nervous hand through his silky blonde hair and looked away.
"Things between us have gotten..." but before he could finish his thought, a complication had arrived.
"Boys." Came a farmiliar cold voice from behind them. Harry and Draco turned to face an annoyed-looking Snape.
"Late for class, are we? Ten points from Gryffindor."
Harry sighed as Snape smirked down at him, of course he wouldn't take points from Slytherin.
"Yes sir." Harry said cooly.
Draco shot Harry one last glance, before he started off in the opposite direction to his next lesson.
Finally arriving at his own class, Harry slid into his desk quietly, hoping Professor Binns didn't hear him clamber into the room, late.
"Where've you been?" Hermione whispered to him.
Harry shook his head, not wanting to explain.
He rested his chin on his hand, and closed his eyes as the ghost carried on with the History of Magic.
He could still feel where Draco had touched him, a warm tingle ran down his arm and he frowned, not wanting to get caught up in his thoughts of the Slytherin.
Getting hurt once was enough, I don't want to fall for him again.
Harry picked his head up and gazed longingly out the window, down at the lush green trees of the forbidden forest which were barely visible through the drizzle.
I want to work things out between us, but everytime were alone, or get a chance, someone finds an excuse to interrupt.
