Author's Note: The combanition of me being not tired at all, at midnight, on a school night...
Plus, I was just itching to write Draco's side of things.
I've never seen him sleep. Never. He is never the one to turn over and fall asleep afterwards, that has always been me. He's awake when I close my eyes and in the morning when I open them.
Even in those confused moments in the middle of the night when I wake up and in the dark I can see those green eyes, staring at the ceiling. They slowly move over to me, like he can see me perfectly clear, which he couldn't, can he?, without his glasses. His voice flatly tells me, "go back to sleep." And I do.
So what if I make fun of him a little in public? He doesn't do anything. He just stares at me with those dim dead eyes from behind his stupid glasses.
One time I made fun of said glasses and later that night, he bit me in the shoulder. And drew blood! Can you fucking believe it? Blood.
But back to the point.
He must sleep. Right? But I've never seen him do it. I almost think a part of him is afraid to, that those things, that thing, will come for him in his dreams. And he'll never wake up.
Harry would never tell a soul about us. Even if he did, I'm sure he would conveniently leave out the part where he tricked me into kissing him. Its been him all along, pushing me to do things.
So why? Why do I do it? I have my reasons.
Even if I don't understand them myself.
A/N: I really want to write a Harry/Draco story. What do you think? Can I pull it off?
I know these are short, but would you like to see me try?
I've already got ideas and everything for it!
Well. The first chapter...
Plus, I like writing Harry this way. And Draco this way. Its fun!