'Mister, I don't even swing that way!' I laughed and watched as his eyes transformed from confused to realising, that I'm gay.
'Oh. I didn't realise, you were…' he desperately tried to find the right word. Then he finally decided: 'that' he said, a little blushing. He didn't expect that.
'By the way, just curious, but what did this that guy do?' I asked pointing at the barely visible guy in the corner.
'What guy? You are alone in here.' Weasly said, very confused.
I looked into the corner and there was clearly someone. Maybe the ginger haired had bad sight.
'Well, I have to leave you again, you worthless fucking asshole. You should die. Everyone hates you and you are a fucking liar. No wonder you dropped out of Hogwarts, but when I think about it, it's probably better that way; now you can't bother the ones that actually want to learn.' I was surprised by the man's sudden flood of insults.
'Excuse me?' I asked and shocked at the guy in front of me.
'I said, that I have to go now and that I hope, you have a nice stay here.' He said that, as if he had said it the first time.
'Okay…' I didn't want to start a whole new discussion, but I was sure, that he did say that I was a worthless asshole. Though he didn't seem like the kind of guy, that insults people in general.
I sigh and laid down onto the uncomfortable bed. My back didn't like it, but my head screamed around, that it needs rest. So I closed my eyes and sunk almost instantly to sleep.
The sound of keys rattling woke me up and I sat up on the bed and stared at Arthur Weasly, behind him a certain guy with funny-looking glasses and jet black fuzzy hair, light green eyes beaming at me with a motherly concerned look.
The older man opened my cell door and stepped aside, so I could exit. I stood up and while walking towards the opened door, I threw a look back at the guy in the corner. It was empty.
'Draco! I was so worried when you didn't come home yesterday! I am so glad that you're okay!' Harry greeted me while trying to hug me, but I managed to bring distance between the two of us.
'Why were you worried? I can come home whenever I want; it's my home. Besides; it's creepy that you know when I'm home.' I couldn't make sense of him. He was so creepy sometimes, how does he think that this will make me fall for him? If that even is his goal.
'Well, Harry here offered to bring you home safely.' The ginger haired man said, ignoring Harrys stalker comments.
'Fine.' I said a little mad, that they had to get someone to escort me home. 'Then what are we waiting for?'
Harry stopped trying to hug me and grabbed my arm so fast, that I couldn't dodge him. He pulled me through the corridor to the parking lot inside the Ministry. He jammed out his car keys and clicked them. The lights of a silver car lit up and he directed me toward that car.
As we arrived, he opened the passenger door for me and closed it, after I got in. Then he walked around the front and got in himself in the driver seat. He buckled up his seatbelt and started the engine. He looked at me with criticism and wouldn't stop.
'What?' I asked uncomfortably. I didn't like it, when people stared at me. It made me uncomfortable, because I felt judged.
'You didn't fasten your seatbelt.' He said, continuing to stare at me.
'I don't need a seatbelt.' I simply said and directed my eyes to the front.
'But you have to; it's safer that way.' He insisted.
'No.'
'I am flattered, that you feel safe with me, but you really should fasten it.' I felt his green stare drilling holes into my face.
'I'm not going to fucking fasten your stupid seatbelt. Now shut up and drive. I'm hungry and need to go to the toilet.' I snapped at him. He turned his stare away from me and we sat in silence for a while. Then he started to drive.
A few minutes after, we flew above the city in the clouds. We didn't speak a word, until I heard him say without looking at me:
'I still think, that you should fasten your seatbelt.'
I could feel, that he forced himself, not to look at me.
You made him sad, you piece of shit. You are such a dick. He just wants to be nice to you, but nooo, you have to make him feel shit like you do with everyone who is around you. He should hate you by now. You should be grateful, that he still cares about you. Why do you push people away from you? He has to do that. I hate you. You are a burden to everyone, you should just kill yourself. But you are too afraid to do that, you fucking pussy. You disappointed everyone, your parents, your teachers, the few people that were actually your friends. You twat. You are not worth anything.
'Draco?' A familiar voice pulled me out of my mind and made the other voices shut up. 'Are you okay? I'm sorry if I was annoying or anything. Just… don't be mad, okay?'
I looked into the green doors to his soul and I just wanted to cry. Cry until there were no fluids left in my body and until I start crying blood. I want to cry myself to death. Why was he so nice to me? I was always so rude to him, not caring about his feelings. But he didn't back down, he didn't give up.
For a moment, I considered letting him in, letting him try to fix me. I decided against it. I was too scared, that he'd hurt me even more, he'd break my pieces into even more pieces. No.
'Seriously, are you okay? You look so dead.' He looked worried.
'What do you expect? I am still hungover pretty badly and I didn't shower or change since yesterday. And I think these stains on my shirt is puke? I'm not sure.' I said half-jokingly, but it didn't seem to be funny in Harrys head.
'You were drinking?' he sounded disappointed and that made me feel a bit ashamed of myself.
'You couldn't smell that?'
'Draco, you should really try to take care of yourself more.' The other said.
'I know.' I sigh.
The rest of the trip was quiet, and I looked out of the window to avoid eye contact with the driver.
When we arrived, and Harry parked his car in the garage, he stepped out of the car and I did the same. We both made our way to the elevator and he pressed the number 24, our floor.
The door closed, and Harry looked at me and acted without thinking, I assumed. He stepped up to me and pressed his lips wildly against mine. Not fully shocked, yet still pretty shocked, I didn't know how to react, so I turned my head to the side, so he was only kissing my cheek. I was expecting this behaviour for some time now, I just waited for him to make his move, so this didn't come out of the blue to me.
He obviously didn't like it, that he ended up with kissing my cheek and stepped back, his eyes glowing.
'Draco…' he said confused, his cheeks blushed, and I didn't want to even look down at his crotch. Because I was still looking to the side, he stretched out his arm and gently touched my jaw. He directed my face towards him and I looked into his eyes. So many feelings.
The elevator signalised with a blimm, that we were at our floor and the metal doors opened.
'Harry, we have to talk about that, I don't think, that we can pretend like nothing happened.' With these words I stepped out of the elevator, the dark hared following me, and opened my door. I gestured to him, to come in, I followed.
In the Livingroom we both sat down on a different dark leather couch across each other.
I didn't know how to begin this conversation, but thankfully Harry, who still had this look in his eyes, did.
Okay. I did another chapter. Is anyone proud? [i am] wELL. Hehe. Bye.