A/N: inspired by actual events and what went down sparked this fic in my head so I had to write it down before the feelings went away and the story was lost.
Disclaimer: Slash mention, heartache, don't own HP or anything related to it.
Rejection
Harry and I were friends. We struck up a sort of truce after the war when we both ended up working for the Ministry. From there we went out for drinks one night and found we had more in common than we originally thought and eight years after he denied my hand in friendship, Harry Potter became my friend. I couldn't be happier, maybe things were looking up for me and maybe, just maybe, Harry was warming up to me.
We had some pretty deep, lengthy conversations, but in the office we hardly spoke. I wanted to say something to him but couldn't seem to find the words, so small talk sufficed for the most part. Just one look into those green eyes and I lost all thoughts except the ones wishing I could say those eyes were mine to look into. Harry and I seemed close enough, and I was sure we clicked in all the right ways after he said I was refreshing compared to all the ones in his fan club. That had to stand for something, right? The seed was planted in my head for this crazy scheme based off of half-cocked dreams and school day desires. I would ask Harry on a date. Nothing serious, just something for, dare I say this, fun. What did I have to lose?
I left the note on his desk during his lunch break along with some instant darkness powder as a joke. He sent me a memo saying he thought the prank was quite funny, but mentioned nothing about my note. I figured he'd say something a little later and so Blaise and I waited to see what Potter would say. The day ended and no answer accepting or declining my date proposition. So I waited a few more days, a week, finally two weeks or so went by and still no word. Maybe he didn't see the note, but how could he have not seen it? I tried to push the thought out of my mind while I still admired Potter from afar and hoped he'd want to be with me.
One night Blaise fire called and told me he needed to share something with me but I ignored him being as I was in the middle of sleeping. The next morning I owled, asking what was so important. Dying of curiosity, in the afternoon sometime came the reply message saying Potter wanted to talk to me about that note since he figured out I left it for him quickly. I owled him and told him I of course asked him on the date. He said he already knew. The next part is what really gets me. "I'm sorry Draco, I don't date friends. It ruins friendships that way." All I had in mind was something simple such as a little stroll through the park or a drink, but I guess that was too much to ask of St. Potter. I told him it was fine and I understood perfectly. I really felt horrible and like I wasn't good enough for anyone. I wish Potter would have come up with a better excuse other than no.
And so now I am up late thinking about this rejection still. I'll try to stay strong but I can't help how I feel about Potter. Miserable prat he is. At least we're still friends I suppose, but that's just a sad pacifier when inside I am crying for the something that will never be. At least you had a good go at it Draco.
A/N: And that's it! Quite short, but it is still good. Poor Draco.