"I was just hanging out! It's not like I was making out with him!" Harry mentally slapped himself for his lame excuse for an example.
Pale eyebrows rose in mock surprise, an unspoken really? hanging in the air.
"I can be many things, Potter. But I'm not stupid."
Green Slytherin robes twirled as he left, and greener eyes could only follow.
"Are you okay, Harry? Did that bastard bother you? Because we could…"
"Really Ed, it's okay."
But it's not.
"You don't look okay."
I know.
"We just had a fight."
"Bad?"
I wish I knew.
Awkward silence.
"I'm sorry."
The blonde boy placed a cold palm in Harry's shoulder.
It stung.
Draco wanted to spontaneously hit something.
No.
He HAD to hit something.
Preferably that Ravenclaw jerk.
For once, he was out of control.
And that was plain dangerous.
Harry would have faced Rita Skeeter or Voldemort a thousand times, rather than facing an enraged Draco.
It simply couldn't be good.
Only the make-up sex… Harry's subconscious mind supplied.
The Boy Who Lived almost chuckled at the absurdity of the situation.
Harry had never been a charming gentleman. He would never be.
But stumbling over the stairs was new.
The boy fell and scrapped his knees, but his palms fell on something warm.
Draco hadn't spoken directly to Harry for two days. And he had spent said time rambling through the castle's forgotten hallways.
Stay away.
Homicide is not the way to go.
Stay away.
But when he heard a loud crack and a groan, he walked curiously towards the noise.
Golden eyes stared back, Harry had his hands pressed up against his chest, pinning the other boy down.
"Um…Harry?"
A figure laid on the floor, Draco walked towards it slowly.
Potter would never know what Ed wanted to say; his lips grazed the boy's by pure magnetism.
Somehow he forgot.
"BOY! You shouldn't be here!" Filch screeched from the floor.
"Don't mind me…Oh! I think you fell on your cat!"
The size of the man's eyes grew and Malfoy snickered.
Guilt is a horrible thing.
Lust is a horrible thing.
Such a horrifying, wonderful thing.
I shouldn't do this.
Why can't I stop?