chapter 3. yes! rxr plz! My first story!
"Draco!" Harry's voice echoed along the corridors. Draco had disappeared into one of the bathroom stalls. "Draco, are you alright?"
He could hear the sounds of Draco throwing up over and over and it scared him. "Draco?" He called weakly.
The door swung open and Draco stepped out. "Back off Potter." He whispered, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand before stepping to the sink. "What's up? Why were you throwing up? What's going on with you?" Harry said softly. Draco caught his reflection in the glass and nearly melted. Harry looked so…sweet. Just standing there wondering what was wrong like an overbearing big brother. 'I wish I could tell him'
"When since did you care?" Draco snapped, bending down to wash out his mouth and get rid of the fowl taste in it. Harry was quiet. "Since-since I knew something was wrong." He faltered.
Draco's heart was breaking. He had to get out of there. "Oh really?" He snarled, doing his favorite smirk. "Nothings wrong with me Potter. Except that you're in my space."
Harry looked confused. "But you were crying…and the kiss…"
Draco laughed. A mean and sneering laugh. "You are such a queer Potter." He snapped. Then he daintily walked across the tiled floor to leave the bathroom. But Harry grabbed his arm. Thankfully He didn't notice him flinch. "Tell me," he said slowly. "Tell me everything was a lie. And I'll let you go."
Draco gazed up into his eyes. Harry felt so good holding him. He tried thinking of all the reasons he wasn't allowed to be friends with Harry. Nothing came to him, except visions of beautiful green eyes. But he never wanted to be with Harry. Not that way. Right? "Everything…"And his voice cracked. "I-I." Then he broke down into Harry's arms, trying to hide the tears. "I thought so." Harry whispered. "Draco you're hurting. What's going on?"
"Why do you care?" Draco whimpered. Why was Harry making this so hard? He needed to leave. Why couldn't he just stop caring? Harry brushed back his hair. "I don't know." He sighed. Draco gathered strength from deep inside him and pushed Harry away "Well stop. I don't need you." And he pulled himself from Harry's grasp and left the room.
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Ron scribbled frantically, trying to take down the rapid fire notes Snape was giving. Harry wasn't even bothering. He was just too pissed. Why did Snape always treat him like this? School had only just started and Snape had already taken 20 points from Gryffindor, just because he accidentally dropped one of his notebooks, while it was all 'Its okay' and a pat on the head, when Draco dropped his. Draco hadn't seemed to like the attention very much. He'd practically shuddered. Was it because Draco was a slytherin? No, there was some sort of special treatment he got that Harry didn't see with anyone else. But why?
So Harry fumed. "What's wrong?" Ron asked suddenly.
"Nothing." He growled. Class would soon be over, and not a second too soon for him.
Ron was smiling at him and still staring. Ron needed a girlfriend, and fast. 'He's blushing!' Harry thought awkwardly. Then he decided to try something. Lifting his hand he ran it lightly across Ron's leg.
Ron trembled and took a quick intake of breath. Harry had been wondering if Ron was still a virgin for a while now. By the way he was reacting, that was a definite yes. "Sorry." He smiled seductively. Ron was breathing heavily. "Oh its fine man." He practically moaned. Harry purposefully touched Ron's face and brushed the back of his hand against Ron's cheek. "Oh Ronnie, you are the cutest."
Ron's face burned underneath his touch. That settled it. Ron totally was into him. It felt really weird. 'I've got to do something to stop this.' Harry thought miserably. Ron was smiling at him in a dopey, I'll-follow-you-wherever-you-go kind of way and yeah, he looked adorably cute and innocent but…
'But what?' his mind said. 'BUT I'm NOT GAY!' Harry told himself firmly.
'And even if he was, I don't think Ron wouldn't be my type.'
'Wait, since when did I have I type? And what is my type?'
Reluctantly Harry allowed visions of a slight, silver blonde headed boy to creep into his mind, before shaking it clear. This class was annoying him. It made his brain hut.
Almost on cue the class was over, and students began filing out of the rows and out of the class. He scrambled up and left with Ron and Hermione, glad potions was the last class for the week. "Draco!" Snape barked. Draco had tried to leave as quickly as possible with his group of friends but it was too late. "Yes sir?" He squeaked.
"Shut the door behind you." Snape smiled.
"Why sir?" Draco nearly whimpered.
"Ill be needing your help today Draco. With some…private affairs." The professor smiled.
Draco walked shakily to the professor, who patted his lap. With slow, jerking breaths Draco sat. "You're a very handsome boy you know that Draco?" Snape said into his ear. This had been happening since second year. First slowly and now it seemed like Snape couldn't go two weeks without touching him. Draco was thankful that Snape hadn't gone all the way yet and just stuck to touching him for now. He was also glad Snape was reasonably young and ok looking. But he couldn't stand this, and it terrified him. Nightmares at night, the fear of being touched. It was all torture.
"Draco come let's play a game." Snape was smiling. He knew what meant. More throwing up in the morning.