The door squeaked as Harry pushed it open slowly, making him cringe. He glanced around the common room and upon spotting the person he was searching for, he cleared his throat and strode over, trying to look like as full of himself as possible.
"Uh – hey there, um, I mean..." Harry took in a slow breath and stopped smiling awkwardly. "'Sup?" He finished, lowering himself onto the leather sofa, sitting with his arms spread across the back of it comfortably. Or at least he looked comfortable, but truthfully, he was fighting the urge to pee.
"Yeah, 'sup," Blaise hardly looked up from his book at Harry, who sat across the coffee table.
"Um, whatchya...reading?" Harry raised his pale blonde eyebrows, tilting his head back very slightly. He fiddled with a loose thread on the armrest.
"School shit," rumbled Blaise.
Harry couldn't help feeling as though there was something up with the man, maybe an argument he'd had with Draco? Whatever it was, Harry hadn't the time. He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees, his hands supporting his head.
"Is something wrong?" he asked, pouting slightly. This earned a peek from Blaise, who looked up from his book for the first time since Harry entered the room.
"No. But you're acting pretty weird. Is something wrong with you, Draco?" he closed his book and gave Harry his full attention. This sent a shiver down Harry's spine. Harry stood up and moved to sit beside Blaise, who shifted further up the sofa. "Thought you didn't share couches."
"Well, nah, you're a friend, right? So...anyway, nothing's wrong. I just thought you looked sad," he admitted, blushing slightly, his deathly pale cheeks turning pink. Blaise placed his book on the coffee table and looked over at the other group of Slytherins in the common room, sitting nearer the other fireplace. When he looked back at Harry, he almost jumped out of his skin. Harry was staring at him expectedly, leaning forward on his hands.
"What the fuck Draco!" he exclaimed, getting to his feet hurriedly, glancing at the other group, who were all paying attention to them both. Blaise gave them a look of disgust, as if their looking at him was a sin. That made them all return to their own conversation.
Harry was also on his feet, standing daringly close to the man. "You're very jumpy, Blaise," he noted teasingly, trying his best to produce a typical 'Malfoy smirk'. Blaise grabbed him by the arm and hauled him over to the stairs to the dorms. I say hauled, but really Harry,unsure if he'd succeeded, had no problem with the direction they were headed.
"Draco there is something really wrong with you. I have to check for some sorta hex or potion," he muttered sternly. Before they reached the stairs Harry tore his arm from Blaise's grip.
"No no, I'm perfectly alright. It's you whom you should be worrying about, acting all freaky then hauling me up to the dorms. The place where all the beds are," he stumbled over his words, worried that the polyjuice potion would wear off any second. He'd only been in here fifteen minutes, but he'd stood outside the door to the common room for half an hour trying to gather the courage to face Blaise. "Anyhoo, must be off. Professor Snape asked me to umm...do something," he stuttered, flinging open the door and practically running out, leaving Blaise on the stairs, bewildered as ever.
"Shit...shit shit shit. I wasn't convincing at all. And now Draco will be wondering in any minute without his robes. Shit," Harry cursed under his breath as he sprinted for the storage cupboard in which Draco was hidden behind a stack of boxes containing rolled parchment. He took in a breath before opening the door, hoping to Merlin Draco was still there.
"Harry where did you go after dinner? We were supposed to have a game of wizards' chess," moaned Ron, tugging at Harry's sleeve as he walked through the warm, candle-lit Gryffindor common room.
"I felt ill and had to visit the hospital wing," Harry explained, flopping onto the soft velvet sofa. Ron sat on the armchair nearer the dying fire. Most of the students had gone to bed or, if you were Fred or George, were off breaking the rules. Curfew was about twenty minutes ago and Harry nearly got caught by Mcgonagall on the way back.
"D'you reckon it's too late to have a game now?" Ron asked, raising his eyebrows hopefully.
"You're kidding, Hermione will know right away tomorrow morning if we've been up all night," Harry scoffed, flicking a speck of dirt into the fireplace.
"Yeah...you're right," said Ron, standing and stretching, his back making cracking noises. "Well, I'm off to bed," he yawned. "Fat lot of good it did me, waiting up for you." Harry waved off his comment, gazing into the burning embers of the fire as Ron made his way up the stairs. "Mate, aren't you coming?" he called quietly from the balcony near the dorms.
"Yeah...yeah I'm on my way," said Harry, thinking only about his time with Blaise. When he grabbed his arm...he could still feel the tightness of Blaise's fingers around his skin. A small smile found it's way to Harry's thin lips and it stayed there a few minutes as the light of the fire glimmered on his round glasses.
A/N- Always loved yaoi couples in HP. Chapters will be short and I will update when I can.