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Broken record moment: Harry Potter belongs to J.K. Rowling, I sadly do not own it.

Draco sat ineptly on the grass, his legs crossed and elbows stilted to keep his head in place. Instead of resting his chin upon his hands, he'd settled on wedging it in between his clenched fists. How could he have been so pathetic? Not only will Potter think him deficient but the rest of his class will surely have come up with a gay reason for him to have left. He didn't stop conflicting with himself until he heard students swarming the corridors. Lunch time was Draco's favourite part of the day but even he knew to stay out of populated areas as much as possible. Draco's stomach growled disapproving the decision to skip lunch again.

The autumn sunshine bleated down, shimmering Draco's platinum lengthy hair. He cast his gaze over the calm rippling lake metres away from him, his eyes draw to the tentacles that would often surface. He wondered briefly about what Professor Flitwick might give as a punishment for walking out of his lesson but it was deemed unimportant in Draco's mind for he was too used to detentions for it to bother him. He deflated his lungs calmly, closing his eyes gently and letting his muscles relax. The placid breeze rustled his fringe in front of him. Draco's lips parted as the corners slit up into a soft smile. He reminisced over Potter's ecstatic grin when Weasley had fumed over his stationary departing his table. Something hit Draco's leg and he snapped back into the present, staring down at his cloak.

He turned warily to his left, Potter had settled himself next to Draco; crossing his legs too. Draco noticed how there was only a thumb space between their knees. He watched Potter carefully, wondering anxiously why he'd sat down. Potter was silent for a good few minutes and then he turned towards Draco as if he'd just noticed he was here too. On the contrary, Potter had been fumbling over how to start a conversation that wouldn't scare Draco off.

"I spoke to Professor Flitwick, he was firmly set on punishing you but I explained we had a misunderstanding. I have a feeling he will talk to you so I figured you'd need a heads up," Potter supposed, observing Draco uneasily. Draco's attention caught in how thick Potters' eye lashes were momentarily before he nodded; agreeing that he would in fact have needed a heads up. "So...why did you leave?"

"None of your business," Draco retaliated fearfully; Draco's stirring emotions were of no concern of Potter's. Potter merely looked away, showing no retracting emotions as he simply looked out over the lake silently. Minutes upon minutes passed and as time wore on, closer to 4th lesson of the day; Draco fretted that Potter mightn't speak to him again if he didn't respond to his question. He inwardly swallowed a breath and heaved out the words, "I had better things to do, is all."

"Such as..." prompted Potter carefully,

"Things-" Draco growled through clenched teeth.

"I think you're lying," Potter smirked, knowingly, not letting Draco finish his defensive sentence.

"I don't ask for your opinion, Potter!" Draco barked back, frustration at the smug sound in Potter's words and fear for what Potter was about to say next.

"I think you like me," Potter continued in the same tone as if Draco hadn't spoken. Draco's gut twisted and his lungs froze fearfully, his body more demanding that he held his tongue than his chest which thumped vigorously to be in command.

"Absurd!"

"I think I make you nervous," Draco got to his feet, panicked. He stalked away, swallowing hard and forcing oxygen into his tight torso. "You can't avoid me, Malfoy." Potter called, stumbling after Draco; tripping awkwardly over Draco's cloak which had been abandoned in attempt to renounce Potter quickly. He could certainly try avoiding Potter, Draco figured; perplexed in where to go. Potter swerved in front of him, ejecting his arms in order to halt Draco. Before Draco could snarl some unless insult, Potter had already seized hold of Draco's sweatshirt, taken a step forward and was meagre inches away from Draco's face. Draco's entire will power was enthralled so he didn't lean in closer. Is this what he wanted? Did he really want to kiss Potter? Out of all the bizarre things he'd contemplated in the past three years, kissing Potter was surely the most peculiar.

"Harry! Leave the knob goblin to his perverted fantasies, we have Quidditch practice!" A Weasley twin hollered from the outdoor corridor window. Potter retracted swiftly from Draco and regarded him apologetically then left him standing alone; grasping a moment that was no longer available to him and embracing the fact that he really had wanted to kiss Potter.

Draco exhaled shakily and watched the back of Potter disappear again. He turned in a daze back to the lake, questions overtaking him as he procrastinated mystified. Potter had seemed so sure of himself, and he was so close. Even if Draco had admitted his feelings to Potter, what difference would it have made? Draco once again found himself mentally inquiring into Potter's own sexuality.