Author note: Another story with thinking, but Harry this time. And yes, very typical.
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Harry Potter thinks too much.
He reckons that if he had guardians who cared for him, they'd tell him to stop worrying all the time. What was he talking about? He had Hermione and Ron to do that, when they weren't off in the corner snogging. But that just supplied even more worries for Harry.
What is love? And could he ever love Cho? Sure, he'd finally asked her our properly and she'd accepted, but did that mean anything? He had a lousy time; she a great one. It was opposite anything he expected. She didn't want to talk about quidditch, or school, or anything Harry knew. It was all about this band or that band. What did he care about that when he couldn't even listen to the wizarding world of music. She droned on about her friends and her pets and her family. He wondered if she'd ever stop talking. By then he was pinching himself to keep upright. It was a horrible night.
Afterwards, when he escorted her back to Hogwarts (they had been at Hogsmeade) she turned and kissed him on the cheek, which only a day before he would have died for. Now it felt sort of slimy as he went into the common room. Her nice light voice followed him, but nothing she said did. If he were to take a test about the date, he would fail.
So when Draco kissed him, he was completely taken by surprise. It wasn't gross as it should have been. It was actually sort of nice. It made his heart beat faster, his palms go sweaty. He pushed off Draco before it could get too heavy and he'd do something he regretted. He remembered looking into Draco's cloudy eyes and then taking off down the halls. He'd ran right past Ron and Hermione who came into his dorm a few minutes afterward.
"What happened?" They asked, worried.
"I just need to think." Harry told them, looking at the wood on the bunk above him.
"Harry, don't go worrying yourself to death." She said, then got out of the boys dorm. She seemed to have forgotten the rules, but she wouldn't let on that she did for even one second.
Draco Malfoy. His enemy. His nemesis. His rival. Oh, you get it. They aren't supposed to like each other. They aren't supposed to kiss each other. But maybe their hate wasn't hate. Maybe something brewed under the surface. Maybe neither had seen it coming, and it just burst to the surface that moment when Draco kissed him. Maybe all hate leads to great love.
Maybe he shouldn't analyze everything to death and just let it happen naturally.
He pulled the curtains around his bed and fell asleep, still in his clothes.
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Breakfast was interesting. Draco would look at Harry, catch his eye, and Harry would look away. Then he'd do it again, and again. Harry finally settled on looking down at his plate of bacon. Then he saw Draco getting up and leaving the Great Hall. So, he followed.
"Harry, where are you going?" Called Ron.
"I remembered something." He called back, and dashed out.
Ron turned to Hermione and asked, "Doesn't he mean he forgot something?" Hermione shrugged her shoulders.
Harry ran right into Draco."I didn't think you'd come this soon, Potter, but I knew you'd come. The Malfoy charm gets them everytime." Draco's smiling pale face said, and Harry decided to do an experiment. He pushed Malfoy against the wall and kissed him. No one was around but them. It was quiet in the moments after Harry pulled away.
"It was only a matter of time, Potter. What took so long?" He asked.
"I had to stop thinking so damn much." Harry replied and kissed him again.
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