(A/N: Switching perspective. I can't write present-tense first-person.)
The next morning went quite the same, though I didn't enjoy it half as much. I did, however, cheer up a little bit when I entered the Great Hall. Especially when Harry's eyes locked on my own. I tried my very hardest not to show everyone that my internal organs had just melted, but suspected that I had failed.
I made his way over to the Gryffindor table once again, trying to forget yesterday. It wasn't easy, no, but I could pretend.
I set down next to Harry again, like normal. I wrapped his arm around his waist, like normal. I rested my head on his shoulder while he talked to his stupid friends. I ignored hem. It was just Harry and I, now. We were alone.
Once or twice, I caught that stupid Weasel staring at us. I growled silently at him each time. It was hard to be alone when there were so many people. I lifted my head and whispered in Harry's ear, "Can we leave?" He looked at me and nodded. I stood, and he followed. "Bye," he muttered to his stupid friends.
"Why do you like them?" I asked him once we had left.
"I don't know, why do I like you?"
"You can't possibly compare me to those filthy-"
"Don't," he said. I could tell he meant it. I scowled and looked away.
"So," I said, still not looking at him.
"So?"
"About yesterday…"
"Oh."
"What… what happened?"
"I… don't know?"
"That's a lame excuse, Harry." I looked at him now. "I mean, I went out of my way, out of my nature, and I told you that I loved you. I love you, Harry. And all you say is 'Oh,' and 'I don't know.' I don't see how that's fair."
He was staring at me then. He wasn't saying anything. It was quite awkward. His lips were parted, and mine were pursed, and we were just staring at each other. "Well?" I said finally, after ages of silence. I was feeling ever so hopeless.
"I d-"
"If you say 'I don't know' one more time, I swear, I will kill you, Harry Potter."
Then something happened. He pressed his hands against my chest and pushed me against the wall. "Go ahead. Honestly, it would be easier. Easier than this, anyway. I don't know how I feel. You, Draco, you're perfect. And I'm still trying to register that you accept me as your boyfriend." I could feel myself shaking slightly. "But, Draco, I'm not sure if I can say that I love you. And I love that you love me. And I think that I might love you, but I'm not sure. I mean, I would choose you over anyone else, yes. But…" he stopped. He said nothing more.
"But you don't love me," I finished for him. He pursed his lips now. How I wanted to kiss those lips right then. Of course, this wasn't the right time. I mean, come on. It doesn't just go "I don't love you, let's make out." I actually kind of wanted to punch him in the face. But I wouldn't do that either.
I was hopelessly lost.
And that is not Draco Malfoy's thing.
We parted. Classes began. They ended and began again. Over and over. Until school was over for the week. I immediately started looking for Harry. It took ages, I swear, but I found him. Actually, we kind of found each other, but that's beside the point.
"Harry!" I called, seeing him in the hall. He lifted his head, and smiled when he saw me. Probably the exact opposite of what I'd have done in his place.
"Draco," he replied. I walked toward him, shoving some first and second years out of my way as I went.
We met. We stopped. We were silent.
"I love you," I said. Then I kissed him. In front of everyone. I wanted them to see. And, thank God, he kissed back.
It was magical.
"Dr-"
"Oh, please don't," I said, taking his hand. You'll fuck it all up, I thought angrily. Please don't talk.
"I jus-"
"Shut up!" He rolled his eyes. I kissed him again briefly, so that everyone saw as we walked past them. "Why do you do that?" he asked.
"Do what?"
"Kiss me all the time."
I rolled my eyes. "Because," I said, pulling him close to me, "you are mine, and they need to see that."
He looked at me for a moment before saying, "I'm yours."
(A/N: Longer, a little bit. Still suckish. I wish I was a gay Draco Malfoy, writing this would be easier if I was.)