In the matter of the next three weeks Draco and Harry grew to develop a strong friendship.
Draco struggled to keep his feelings to himself, he wanted to help Harry in every way possible, he deserved that from saving his ass over the years. The Slytherin boy ran his fingers through his hair and sat up in his bed yawning from another sleepless night. Thoughts of Harry were taking over his brain, they laughed together, ate together, discussed personal problems together.. They did everything together. They were alike. Harry missed Ron and Hermione, he missed Blaise and Pansy. He didn't know if this was the right time to tell Harry how he felt, he would as usual end up offending him. By doing that lose their friendship and lose Harry forever, he couldnt risk that. He needed to find out if Harry liked him back before he told him.
He knew Harry still beat himself up over the breakup with Ron's sister.
He didnt understand why? They were never mean for each other. he figured out that Harry loved her and wouldnt let her go, so why on earth would he love him if he was still in love with that Weasley girl? It didnt make sense. Nothing made sense anymore.
Harry sat in deep thoughts on his bed and looked out of the window. He had wanted to tell Draco how he really felt for days now, just waiting for the proper moment, if there was any. Probably not. He would screw up their friendship and they would go back to hating each other, he did not want that. He did not feel the pain of his friends death, or Hermione's absence that strong anymore, he missed them as hell but the open wounds inside him were about to heal. He did not want to rip them all open again by doing something stupid. But Draco deserved to know? didn't he? All Harry ever did when they were talking was to stare at him, every little detail of him.
How his eyes went smaller when he smiled. How his left eyebrow raised when he were shocked or suspicious.
How the wind blew over his head making a mess of his perfect hair. The sparkle in his eyes when Harry amused him.
Harry was falling in love with him, why? He didn't know.. But Draco were kind and nice to him, understood his struggles, were able to put himself into Harry's situations and help him on the way out of his mental hell.. And of course he was good looking. But sadly for Harry he wasnt the only one who had seen that. He had noticed that Greengrass girl staring at his Draco. No.. Not his, he wasnt his.. not at all. Harry were confused.
He didnt know how to act normal around him anymore. He tried to focus and stared out of the window again.
Draco sighed as he went down the stairs to the common room hoping not to walk into Astoria Greengrass. She was obsessed with him. He didnt like her, had never liked her. She didnt understand the terms he had made after Pansy died. He wasnt able to love everyone that said they loved him. He missed Pansy, he wanted Harry badly and he hated Astoria. Unfortunately luck was not on his side today. He walked into Astoria outside the portrait hole.
"Hey cutie" she said, smiling sweetly at him.
"Morning" he replied and tried to avoid talking to here more that necessary
"What's up with you and Potter?" she asked suspiciously
"nothing, he is my friend" he replied without looking at her "Why are you asking?"
"He is obsessed with you, he can not keep his eyes off you!"
"Stop fucking with me, Astoria!" Draco started to get mad.
"I'm not, he is obsessed" she said again
Draco groaned and walked on past her. Harry obsessed with him, yeah right. Like that would ever be true, he forced his mind off Harry and walked into the great hall. He sat down on hit usual spot and grabbed a slice of bread. Astoria had said something like that before. The time that Pansy were avoiding him. She had told him if someone ignored him they liked him, that didnt make sense to him. Shouldn't they've been talking to him if they liked him? Harry was talking to him, but that didnt mean there were something between them? Draco looked over to the Gryffindor table to look at Harry but he wasnt there. weird..
He was never late for breakfast. He was probably showering. Dracos mind were filled with pictures of Harry showering. He sighed and ate his breakfast, why now? He left the great hall paying no attention to the girl following him. He heard steps around the next corner.
He didnt have the time to say Harrys name because the girl grabbed his arm and dragged him backwards.
Astoria pressed her tongue into Draco's mouth the same second as Harry came around the corner. Draco tired to push her away but it was to late.
Harry saw Astoria and Draco clearly, thank you very much! Of course he was taken.. He was the fucking Slytherin prince. Of course he was dating fucking Astoria. Harry turned around and walked the other way. Stupid.. thats what he was. Ignorant. He walked out of the school away from everything, his hope was gone. Hope? Why did he think like this.. Draco had the right to fucking snog whoever he liked.
But he could have told him, Draco was his best friend. He loved him, more than he could ever imagine. He sat down on his rock and stared out on the ice again with teary eyes.
Here he was crying again. Great! Just.. great, now Draco would have figured it all out and leave him, go back to hating him..
He pulled out his wand and looked at his arm. He didnt want to, not for a misunderstanding, not for this. He didnt want to do this. He pulled the wand away again and sighed.
Did it matter? No! Nobody cared anyways, he sighed and made a straight line with his wand in the air over his arm. You're weak.. A tiny cut appeared You're pathetic, of course he doesn't love you! The cut got deeper.
He shook his head and threw his wand on the ground in front of him, pulling down his sleeve looking up on the bright January sky, closing his eyes.
Trying to let the pain out in a different way. Why him? Why now? Why Draco?