No, not yet. Not him. Why? Why me? Why did I have to fall in love with my enemy? Why can't it be one of my friends? Harry thought as he walked the halls. I can't believe it! I don't love him. Not him. I can't! Can I? Harry had found a note on his bed from Draco, his worst enemy. He was always sick to his stomach when he saw him… Or he used to be. He used to have a disgusted look on his face when Draco would walk past him. Smiling that perfect smile; showing his perfect teeth while his blue-gray eyes sparkled. He hated him right? Right.
When Harry went to his room to get his broom, he saw the note. It was perfectly folded. He figured it was from his good friend; his is female friend. She was perfect: Hermione. He opened the letter carefully. He read it and was shocked to find it wasn't from Hermione but from Draco. It read:
Harry,
I'm sorry. Sorry for everything. I can't stand it anymore. You and I both
know we were meant for each other. Why can't we just express our feelings? Well
if you won't, then I will. Harry I think I like you. No, scratch that. Harry, I
think I love you. I can't stop thinking about you and I know you can't stop
thinking about me. I know what you're thinking, so no, this isn't a joke. This
is real. This is the truth on how I feel for you. Meet me in the dungeons in the
old abandoned class room. I'll wait for you there.
Draco
He didn't have feelings for Draco though! It was impossible to have feelings for Draco… NO, its Malfoy. Malfoy was the enemy. He was evil. Pure evil. So why did he near the old classroom? Maybe it was his curiosity. Yea that's it! It was just his curiosity. He wanted to really know if Draco was telling the truth... Right?
"Harry you...you came." Draco stumbled.
"Yea. I guess I did...." Harry managed to say.
"I wasn't lying. I know you think I was but I didn't." Draco said.
"I...I...I don't think..." Harry couldn't seem to say the words. The simple five words, Draco I don't like you. Draco I don't like you. Say it Harry. SAY IT! He kept repeating it over and over in his head, but he couldn't manage to say those words. Damn himself to hell, but he couldn't manage to say those five damn words!
"Harry, please don't say them. I know what you're thinking; you're not gay… you don't like me. Well if you don't like me then why did you come?" Draco asked.
"Cur...cur...cur" SAY IT GOD DAMN IT!
"Curiosity killed the cat." Draco smiled at his own joke.
"I'm not a cat." Harry said shyly.
"Harry please. Can't we talk this through?"
"I...I guess." Harry stammered out.
"Harry, I see you in the halls all the time. I watch you brush your hair over your scar. I watch you float in the air… I watch you all the fucking time. Every chance I get. Don't you know this?"
"I see you when... I watch you when... Draco I watch every step you take. I feel sad when you're angry and I'm happy for you when you are too." Harry said looking at his feet. "Draco do...do I...do I love you?" There he said it. He told Draco. Well, he asked him at least.
"I don't know. Harry, can we at least become friends?" Draco asked.
"I guess, but it has to be slow..." Harry said looking up.
Draco walked closer to Harry. He smiled and leaned in. He kissed Harry's soft cheek. Then Harry looked at him in surprise and gave Draco a peck on the lips. "I have to go now..." Harry said embarrassed.
"Of course. I'll see you around." Draco said smiling. Harry nodded and walked away leaving Draco behind. He didn't dare look back. Didn't dare at all.
That evening during dinner Harry sat next to Ron as Hermione was in the
library, her sanctuary.
"Where have you been?" Ron asked.
"Places." Harry said as he ate lunch quickly. He looked up and across several tables spotting Draco looking straight at him. Smiling. "I have to go." He said quickly as he got up and left. Draco followed him. He didn't even bother to look back at Ron confused face.
"Harry! Wait!" Harry turned around to see Draco right in front of him. "Hey. Can we talk in the room again?"
What was Draco doing? Was he purposely trying to ruin Harry's life?
"Sure." And just like that Harry found himself in the old abandoned room with Draco. Making out with him? Draco was putting his hands up Harry's shirt and Harry didn't really care. He wanted Draco. He wanted him: then and now. Was this wrong? "Draco, please… Wait we're going a little to fast."
"Okay. Okay. I can take it slower." Draco slowly pulled his hands out from under Harry's shirt, not really wanting to stop. Harry looked down to see slash marks on Draco's wrists. He grabs one and stared.
"Draco? What's this?"
"Shit. I forgot to do that spell to remove them this morning." He muttered to himself.
"You did this? But why?" Harry looked into Draco's eyes. He had questions and he wanted answers.
"Harry I can explain."
"Start." Harry demanded. Was Draco cutting himself? Was Draco a cutter?
Thanks Quila for being my beta and helping me to get my story up!