Now it was Andrew avoiding Draco.
He was never at lunch or study hour, never in the usual hallways, and never near Draco. The only time he saw Andrew was during class, where Andrew proceeded to sit as far away from as possible, and at dinner, where he tried to make himself as invisible as possible. Draco was heart broken, knowing it was his reaction to Andrew's gayness that started this. 6 weeks of school had already passed and he was more stressed then he had ever been in all his five years at Hogwarts. And he didn't really know why.
"Mister Malfoy," an icy voice drawled.
Draco looked up at Professor Snape, who was glaring down at him.
"Would you care to stop your ludicrous day dreaming and pay attention?" His teacher crossed his arms, his signature move, it seemed.
"Yes, sir. I'm sorry, sir." Draco folded his hands atop his desk to keep them from shaking.
"You will, or I'll be seeing you in detention," Professor Snape turned away sharply, his cloak swishing behind him as he walked back to the front of the room. He immediately went back into the lesson, boring as it was. Draco, against his will, turned back to look at Andrew, maybe to see if he had gotten his attention, but his brown haired friend was busy looking at the wall.
Jesus, Andrew. Draco turned away and tried to not fall asleep at the Professor's stiff voice.
...
Dear Andrew...
Draco was attempting to write a letter to his friend, because it was the only way he could communicate with the idiot. Another week had passed, and Draco literal could not find him anywhere. He was at class, but when it ended, he would disappear and now he wasn't taking dinner. It really pissed Draco off. But he didn't know what he would say to him if he had the chance.
What to write, what to write, what to write...
He had a few idea's but all ended in him saying his true feelings. No way he could do that. He'd thrown at least a tree's worth of paper into the waste basket but he could not think of anything meaningful or reassuring to say.
Dear Andrew,
I don't quite understand why you have been avoiding me. I don't find your situation disturbing-
NO! That was no good either! He crumbled it madly and chucked it across the room with a groan of defeat. Why couldn't he just write one damn letter? God, if he couldn't do this, then he would never talk to Andrew Greenley ever again. He laid his head on the desk, it was cold and uncomfortable, fit for a useless person like himself. He took deep, shuddering breaths, trying to compose his temper. He looked at his pale hands, how long they were. Draco sighed and picked up the quill. He dragged his head off the table and reached for another paper. Inking the quill, he started the letter again.
Andrew,
I have missed you, now that your avoiding me. I regret doing that to you, knowing that it is terrible to be ignored. You are my only friend in this school. In this world even. I don't want to lose that friendship. I'm sorry for what I did or said to make you run out of my life but I really don't know. I would like to know so I could fix that and avoid it in the future. As I reread this, I realize how cheesy it is but I can't waste another sheet of paper trying to find the words to get you to stop avoiding me and everything that may involve me. I can't stand it.
Your desperate friend,
Draco
And before he could change his mind and cast this draft away, he folded it up and addressed it Andrew. Then he went in search for the messanger, Keni.
...
It was less than 20 minutes before he got a response. He had found Andrew's owl, Cogslin, perched a top his bed post. He had know idea how she got there but it didn't matter. She had dropped the letter immediately into his hands and took off, flying as high as the ceiling. He watched her go for only a moment before ripping the letter open and reading Andrew's quickly scrawled response:
Meet me in the Northwest tower. Very top.
That was it. That was bloody it. Even the envelope was plain, like he hadn't bothered to waste any good writing material on him. But a response was a response. Draco stuffed the letter into his left pocket of his robes and exited the boys dorms, trying to make himself as unnoticeable as possible. A few kids were in the commons, all talking wildly of the recent Quidditch match. He ignored all of them, sneaking by casually. But not casually enough...
"Draco, 'ey were yer goin?" A thick voice called out to him.
Draco didn't turn to see who it was, "None of your business," He snapped, trying to put as much insult into the few words. He walked faster to the door and quickly darted out. He took a deep breath, peering down the hallways to make sure he wouldn't be stopped, and started running.
He wasn't too familiar with the Northwest tower but he knew where North and West was so it wasn't too hard to find. Soon, he was bounding up the spiral staircase, breathing heavy, regretting not changing from his school robes. He glanced out the narrow windows and saw it was just at the end of a sunset. The dinner feast would be starting soon, but he wouldn't care. Finally, Draco reached the top, the staircase ending in a smooth oak door. He reached for the doorknob without hesitating and turned. It opened into a large dark room. It was bare, except for a single chair draped with a white sheet. A single bay window was the only source of light, he could see the remaining rays of light peaking over the edges of the earth.
"That was fast," a voice startled Draco, but he was expecting this. Andrew stood in the far corner of the room, but he swiftly came into the center to look at him. He looked distant, uneasiness dawned his face when seeing Draco. "Jesus, did run all the way here?"
He dragged a hand across his brow, whipping the sweat off, "Yeah, yeah I did."
"Why?"
"Because I wanted to see you, you've been avoiding me constantly. You never at dinner- do you even eat?"
"Yeah, I eat," He looked at Draco like that was a stupid question.
"Well, It doesn't matter. I want you to stop," Draco pointed a finger at him, "You will talk to me, and we will be friends."
"No,"
Draco paused, "What?"
"I didn't bring you up here just so we could be friends again."
"Then what do you want?" Draco's voice quivered with frustration. Why would he not want to be friends anymore? Why was it so impossible to be friends?!
"I can't believe I'm saying this..." Andrew pushed a shaking hand threw his hair, a nervous thick. He looked up, "I'm in love with you, Draco."
A/N: Dun Dun dUN! yeah, this chapter is terrible. But I can't find anyway to fix it so deal with the product. If I figure a way to fix it, I'll update it. God, it's terrible! I just shouldn't even bother publishing the darn thing.
