A Lesson In Romantics

(This chapter was exceedingly hard to write because to be honest...I really don't understand the meaning of this song, and what I do interpret it as doesn't make for a good story. So this chapter is based just off one line in the song rather than the theme)

"This jealous actress has a habit, of making things sound way too tragic."

Chapter Two—Black Cat

"Don't you do this again, Draco." Harry glaring his eyes at Draco. Draco was seated across from Harry at their dining room table. Draco was rocked on the two back legs of his chair feet on the table, obviously cross, his brows furrowed as he returned the glare back to Harry.

"I honestly don't understand what goes through your head sometimes, do you get some insane kick out of totally embarrassing yourself." Harry asked, straightening up he placed his elbows on the table staring intently at Draco.

"I wouldn't have to, if you weren't such a .." the last words of Draco's statement trailed off ashe mumbled.

"Excuse me? I didn't quite catch that"

"I said. If. You. Weren't. a. slut."

"You have no right to say that about me. We've been friends for a while but that's crossing a line. It's not as if you care about what I do."

"Maybe if I didn't have to watch you shove your tongue down every guy's throat that winked at you. It's disgusting."

"You know what Malfoy?" Harry said standing up abruptly. He stood up so quickly that his chair fell backwards onto the floor; the noise was ignored by both parties. "If you don't like it then don't watch."

He stormed into the back of their shared apartment, slamming the door to his room.

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To be honest, Draco had absolutely no problem with the fact that Harry liked shoving his tongue down guy's throats. He just wished that he was the one whose throat Harry was shoving his tongue down. He and Harry had been friends since the middle of their seventh year at Hogwarts. Now, three years later at the age of twenty Draco had found a liking that stretched beyond friendship in his roommate. Harry's excessive love for partying and hooking up with random guys was a sore spot for their relationship, often ending in fights where doors would be slammed and silence treatments would be given for the days following. Tonight was one of THOSE nights.

Draco knew he needed to pull his head out of his arse and apologize. He walked towards Harry's room and knocked on the door.

Through the door Harry's muffled voice come through, saying what sounded close to "fuckoff"

Draco grabbed a piece of paper and a pen, and wrote

I'm sorry.

He slipped between the crack of the door and the floor and waited. A few seconds later the paper slid back through

Tell it to someone who cares.

Draco sighed.

I'm a real bastard.

He heard a noise that resembled laughter, held back by Harry's wanting to hold the illusion of anger.

Something we agree on.

Before Draco could write back a finger poked out from underneath the door and grabbed the piece of paper pulling it back it. A few seconds later the scratching of pen ceased and the paper slid back under.

Why do you have to be so cruel to me?

Draco frowned.

I don't mean it to be that way, I just hate seeing you act like that.

Harry made a noise then,

Why does it bother you?

Draco gave a noise of exasperation.

I don't know

Harry held the paper, staring down at it. He couldn't believe he was going to do this. It could change everything about his and Draco's relationship.

You're not jealous, are you Draco.

Oh SHIT. Draco thought

Harry grabbed the paper again.

You don't like me do you Malfoy?

Draco shook his head, forgetting that Harry couldn't see him through the door. In his distraction Draco hadn't noticed that Harry had snatched the paper again.

Why are you still sitting out there, instead of in here kissing me? That is what you want, isn't it?

Draco didn't wait a second longer, conjuring up the last bit of nerve he had he turned the doorknob and stepped inside. Harry was sitting Indian style on his bed, staring calmly at Draco.

"You can be just so thick Draco." Harry said smoothly. "We've been friends for what three years, yeah? Do you have any idea how many years I've wanted to get into these ridiculously expensive pants your wear?" Harry weaved his fingers through Draco's belt loops and tugged gently. He brought them so that they were standing mere inches from each other. So close, and yet way too far away for Draco's liking.

Draco gulped and shook his head.

"Four."Harry whispered, he lowered his head and kissed Draco his lips moving against Draco's softly yet firmly. Draco had woken up from the shock he was in long enough to take several steps backwards pulling Harry with him, until Harry had him pushed up against the doorframe.

Draco groaned, as the small bit of rationality left in him told him to stop.

"What about all those other guys?" Draco whispered, his head pressed against Harry's shoulder.

"All trying to make you jealous," Harry said, cupping Draco's chin in his hand making him look directly at Draco.

"If you weren't such a jealous bitch, always being melodramatic, we could have been doing this ages ago."

"Don't call me a bitch." Draco began, but was cut off by Harry kissing him again.

"Obviously I like them bitchy," Harry said smirking as he pulled away from Draco's embrace as sat down on the foot of his bed. "Coming?"

Draco had the feeling that no matter what they were arguing about, Harry would surely be winning from now on.

I am sincerely sorry about how short and suckish that was. Not my fave song, and hard to write about…promise the next one will be good and lengthy

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