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Chapter 3 is up! yah!
"Pass the rolls Harry." Ron mumbled through a mouthful of food. Harry had been staring across the room of the great hall. No one knew, but he was looking for Draco. All that had been on his mind since two nights ago was Draco. And he hadn't seen him since. 'Since that night.' And since that night all he'd wanted to see was Draco. 'No that's not true! I hate Draco.'
Still he scanned the crowds of kids eagerly for him. "Harry," Ron's voice was more prominent and closer to his ear now, something he couldn't ignore. "I said pass the rolls!" Then as an afterthought he added "Please." Harry shoved the basket of bread at him, refusing to take his eyes off the slytherin table.
"Thanks." Ron smiled. Harry thought he'd seen Ron just flutter his eyelashes at him but he had to be wrong. Still, he had been getting a bit of a romance vibe from Ron for a while now. But now wasn't the time to deal with it. "Draco!" he nearly screamed out when he saw the slender boy walking towards his table and sit. His heart was pounding against his chest and he didn't know why. Draco looked beautiful…
'There go those thoughts again, filing up my fucking head!' He said to himself. He wanted to walk right over to Draco and ask him what had gone on between them before, and why he'd been avoiding him. But mostly he wanted to do it again. He wanted to kiss Draco again. He wanted to feel his tiny body against his chest and feel his breathing. He wanted to get the chance to ask Draco why he'd been so sad, and kiss away his tears. He wanted to be with Draco.
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"Now that we've finished learning all about the wonderful world of Three-headed-unicorns we'll be moving on to an even more exciting topic." The fill in for
Professor McGonagall, young and naïve Professor Simon smiled. The class moaned in discontent, all except for Hermione who positively beamed as she rapidly took notes.
Harry had been trying to move away from Ron, who was rubbing his leg 'inconspicuously' against his. Ever since Ron had turned seventeen, he seemed more horney than any other boy Harry knew, and it was beginning to freak him out. 'It never freaked you out when Draco kissed you.' His mind told him. 'Well that was different. He needed me so bad I had to kiss him. It was just a pity kiss.' He told himself. His mind said nothing in return and he huffed, blowing a piece of obtrusive hair out of his eyes.
He caught Draco's eye, who had seemingly been staring at him, but was now looking away, blushing furiously. He had to get to the bottom of this.
Draco was staring out the window. He couldn't believe that he had kissed Harry. Harry! It was so wrong and he couldn't face it again. Next he'd be having potions with Snape, erm, Professor Snape, and he was dreading it. Not the class in itself, but afterwards, when the professor 'held him back' to 'help after classes'. Its funny how 'helping out' always left him in pain. As he thought of it his stomach began to churn and soon he felt the need to throw up and ran out of the room.
"Draco!?" Harry called after him frantically. He'd noticed the distraught look in the gorgeous boy's eyes and without asking to be excused he jumped up and stared to follow. "Excuse me boy, sit back down please!" The professor called.
"Shut up! He need's me!" Harry snarled before leaving. He'd never usually do that. Not ever. But at that moment, all that mattered to him was taking care of Draco.Why? Hell, he didn't even know. He just knew he didn't want to see Draco cry again. So he tore down the halls running after him, ignoring the calls of that damned teacher, the one who was too clueless to have gotten this job.
umm...cats..over there! cliff hanger oooohhh
