Chapter 2 out of umm I dunno how many. Short chapters kinda. Please couldja R n' R? I'd like to keep writing it if anyone is interested!
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Ron laughed. "Really, Harry you look like someone just clobbered you over the noggin." Harry shook his head a little. "Huh?" Hermione sighed loudly.
"One minute you want to be alone and the next your as giddy as a girl. If I didn't know better I'd say you were under some sort of spell."
Harry stared down at his breakfast. "Well umm I have felt a bit odd since last night." He smiled and kept thinking about Malfoy.
Hermione raised an eyebrow. "What happened last night?" Harry turned just a little to look over at the Slytherins' table.
It took him a moment but he spotted Malfoy's blonde head among all the others. He looked tired. Harry breathed a small happy sigh as Malfoy propped his head in his hands and peered around the room gloomily.
"Harry? Last night?" Ron asked and poked him across the table. Harry jumped a little. "Oh umm nothing." Hermione stared at him. "Why were you looking at Malfoy like that?" Harry blinked slowly. "L-like what?" Ron snorted. "You were looking a bit starry eyed to me." Harry laughed. "Starry eyed? Malfoy? That's a good one."
Ron went back to his food but Hermione looked bothered. "You're acting really weird, Harry," she muttered. But he couldn't hear her.
He went back to watching Malfoy who, after a few more minutes of gloomy staring, got up and left the Great Hall.
Harry thought he would follow him. Wherever he was going he wanted to be. "At least his appetite is back," Ron muttered. Harry got up from the table and headed off to follow Malfoy. He heard a few faint protests from Hermione and Ron but ignored them.
He almost lost Malfoy but saw a brief flicker of robe at the end of a distant hallway and kept on going. He heard Malfoy moving faster. After all Harry wasn't doing a very good job of pretending he wasn't there. The echoes in the hall were loud and vast.
He caught a glimpse of Malfoy at the very end of the hall, sprinting at this point. Harry tried to match his speed but it didn't do much good. Why was Malfoy running away from him? Maybe he didn't know it was Harry. If he had he might have only pulled out his wand.
For a moment Harry thought of the night he drank that potion. Before he did he was busily pondering. He remembered that he had been almost sure that Malfoy was the one behind the curses. How was it that he had forgotten that when he had run into Malfoy in the hall?
How was it that he had gazed at Malfoy with an affection he hadn't had for him only minutes ago? Malfoy was an enemy of the highest sort. Harry reserved for him nothing akin to the strange love he felt now. How could he forget everything he knew about Malfoy so easily? Was that potion made for something more than sleep?
Harry stopped running and leaned against the stone walls of the hallway. And he realized that he was very confused.
But when he heard a loud thud coming from the direction Malfoy had run off to all he could think of was how much he meant to him now. He had been running so fast he must have fallen.
Harry raced down the hall and to the dark shape hunched on the floor. He could tell it was Malfoy. "Are you alright?" he shouted as he ran to help him up. Malfoy jumped to his feet, turned around and shoved Harry against the wall. "Why were you following me?" he asked furiously. Harry saw that Malfoy's arm was bleeding. "You're hurt," he murmured, staring at the wound. Malfoy shook his head as if to clear it.
"Look, Potter I don't know what game it is you're trying to play, but you're getting on my fucking nerves." Harry winced.
"You looked sad in the Great Hall. I- wull I was worried. And I wanted to see you." Malfoy pressed Harry against the wall harder and glared at him. "Worried?" He looked disgusted. "I don't want your pity. Leave me alone."
Harry squirmed in Malfoy's grasp. He was feeling shy and woozy. "I don't feel sorry for you, Draco. I-" Malfoy pushed Harry to the floor and tugged on his hair. "Don't do that! Don't call me that! Stop it!"
The feeling of Malfoy's hands in his hair made Harry gasp. But as he looked up at Malfoy he saw just how angry he was. Behind the anger was something close to fear. His arms ached from Malfoy's grip and his head was swimming with painfully strong emotions.
Malfoy leaned against the opposite wall for a minute and stared at Harry. He looked bedraggled. Before Harry could try to talk to him he had run off down another hallway. This time Harry wouldn't follow him.
" Hermione, I have to tell you something. She looked up from her studies. "Ready to fess are you?" Harry chewed on his quill nervously. "You can tell me anything," Hermione said. "Whatever it is that has been bothering you, I know it must be something big." Harry sighed.
"Well I- I think I'm-" Hermione watched him patiently. "I'm maybe kind of perhaps. . . ." Hermione blinked calmly. "I- in love with umm" Hermione's eyes lit up. "Who?" she whispered, smiling.
"Draco Malfoy," Harry muttered, feeling his face grow hot. Hermione's expression didn't change. "Harry, I'm not in the mood for jokes," She said slowly. "This isn't one," replied Harry.
Hermione still didn't understand. "Draco Malfoy?" Harry nodded. "You're telling me that you're in love with. . . Draco Malfoy?" He nodded again. Hermione blushed and tugged her shirt down. "And you're not kidding?" Harry shook his head. Hermione put her hand to her forehead and stared down at her books.
Harry stared at Hermione for a moment. It seemed as if she were speechless. He took a few moments to think about Malfoy again and the cute way he had pretended he hadn't fallen in the hallway. He thought of his sleepy glances in the Great Hall.
"Harry!" Hermione yelled. He came out of his stupor and saw that Hermione was waving a hand past his face. He smiled drowsily. Hermione looked uncomfortable. "Listen um Harry. . . when did you decide you were in love with- in love- with. . . ." "Draco?" Harry finished. Hermione repressed a snort. "Right Draco." Harry thought for a minute.
"I'm not sure. I mean I think I've always loved him." Hermione shook her head in astonishment. "B-but he's probably a death eater!" she stammered. Harry flushed and thought of Malfoy's angry stare. "Guess so." He muttered. "H-he treats you like dirt. . . he's never said a single kind word to you. . . h-he kicked your head on the train!"
Hermione was out of breath. Harry nodded. "Yes yes he did," he sighed happily. "I know I love him. I've never felt this way about anyone before."
Hermione groaned. "Harry, are you sure Malfoy hasn't hexed you? Or slipped some kind of potion into your drink?" "Why would he do that?" Harry asked. "He hates me."
"Well at least some things still make sense," Hermione said with a slight smile. "Then someone else could have done something to you." Harry wasn't paying attention. He was looking at the floor. "Harry?" He glanced at her sadly. "He hates me." Hermione's eyebrows furrowed.
"Harry, stop it!" Harry glared up at her. "Stop what? Why can't you believe me when I tell you how I feel?" Hermione frowned. "I'm sorry Harry. It's just so hard to understand. I mean only a few days ago you hated him just as much as you seem to love him now."
Harry sighed. "Just don't tell Ron yet okay?" Hermione laughed. "He'd never believe me."