Harry was sitting alone in the Gryffindor common room waiting for Hermione and Ron to get back from their date that they refuse to call a date. Harry is frustrated with how they won't just admit that they're together; but really he is just jealous that they can be together. Since he refuses to admit out loud his feelings for the dreamy silver eyed blonde that he has fancied since 6th year, he has been a little irritable when it comes to relationships. Ever since he saw Malfoy bleeding out on the bathroom floor he's realized that he never wants to see him hurt and wants to be there for him. Growing up in the muggle world, where fancying men was wrong, makes it hard for Harry to act on his feelings for the Slytherin. Frustrated and alone Harry gathered his cloak and wand and set off for a walk around the halls to clear his head.
As Draco lay on his bed, curtains closed, all he can see is The Chosen One, The Boy Who Lived, who is also the boy he fancies. He sees Potter's messy black hair blowing in the wind, his emerald green eyes twinkling bright as a star. This beautiful boy is all that Draco can seem to think about these days. This is it Draco, this year is the last chance you have to tell him; eighth year. Draco would repeat this in his head every day, trying to figure out how he will tell Potter that he fancies him. He has tried to tell him before; but whenever he goes to say something to Potter he chokes and ends up saying something ridiculous. Potter of course just flashes his brilliant smile and makes Draco melt. There's no way he could fancy me, after everything I have put him through. To him I'm just Malfoy, another Death Eater. Draco's chest tightened thinking about Potter and how he will reject him when Draco finally finds the courage to tell him he fancies him. Not being able to stand the pain, Draco grabs his wand and sneaks out of the Slytherin dorms for some fresh air to clear his head.
Once Harry was about to reach the top of the astronomy tower he heard a subtle thudding. Curious as to what or who was making the noise, he slipped his cloak over himself and continued up the stairs to find the source of the noise to find Malfoy standing against a wall thumping his head against it and murmuring to himself. Intrigued Harry slowing crept forwards to hear what he was saying. "Just do it. Just do it. Just do it. Just tell Potter how you feel. Just tell him," Malfoy was saying. Harry, shocked from the words he had just heard Malfoy whisper, dropped his cloak. He stood there; mouth gapped open staring at the beautiful blonde, lost for words.
"How do you feel?" Harry blurted out. Malfoy turned around rapidly, stunned by Harry's sudden appearance. "Potter, is that you? Oh Merlin, how long have you been listening for?!" Malfoy said slightly panicked. "I've only been here for a minute Malfoy I wasn't following you I swear," Harry said, "but what did you mean 'tell Potter how you feel'." Malfoy's eyes went wide and he started to shuffle towards the stairs. "Potter I have to go, it's getting late and Salazar knows that I can't afford to be caught in the astronomy tower of all places past curfew, so if you'll excuse me I should get going now," Malfoy said right before he started to walk down the stairs. Harry was confused, but let him go. Does this mean the Malfoy might actually fancy him as well? Harry didn't know but he was going to find out.
He picked up his cloak from the ground and ran down the stairs to catch up to Malfoy. He saw his white blonde hair and shouted "Malfoy wait, can we talk about this, in the Room of Requirement after dinner tomorrow night?" Malfoy turned slightly and said "If I meet you there tomorrow can you promise me that you won't tell anyone where you are going?" Harry put his cloak around his shoulders and said " As long as you don't either." Continuing to walk down the stairs at a fast pace Malfoy said "Then I'll see you tomorrow after dinner Potter."
TBC…
Authors Note:
This is my very first fic, so please review. I hope you enjoy it, I'll be trying to update every few days.