Title: The Boy Who Kept Falling in Love
Writer: Me; Azkaban91; Rosa.
Rating: M
Disclaimer: I don't know these characters, I didn't create them, they belong to J.K. Rowling. This story is mine though, so don't steal.
Summary: Harry Potter keeps falling for the wrong girls... but maybe it's not a girl he's supposed to fall for.
Characters: Harry Potter, Draco Malfoy, a bunch of people that aren't really interesting.
Author's note: This is my first story in 3 years, so don't be too hard on me.
I'm really sorry it took so long for me to update this, and I'm sorry that this chapter kinda sucks in my opinion. I just don't really like writing this story anymore, but I'll try to finish it anyway. I hope you're all still with me. (:
Draco woke up in the morning, feeling anything but rested. He had had trouble falling asleep the night before, but when he finally managed to get some sleep, he had woken up again in the middle of the night, feeling the remains of a wet dream. He had been having these dreams for a while now, not quite sure who they were about, but he never really bothered to think about it. Mostly because he was afraid of the answer. He had just quickly cleaned himself up that night and gotten back to bed to catch some more sleep before this dreaded day would begin.
The first few minutes he wasn't sure why he didn't want this day to come, but he soon realised what had happened the night before. How he had practically confessed to Potter. No doubt the boy had told his friends about him, and they had shared a good laugh at his expense.
He sighed and got dressed so he could get some breakfast. He wanted to be early today, maybe he wouldn't run into anyone who knew what happened last night. Because Draco was sure that by lunchtime he would probably have to avoid the whole school.
He'd only just begun piling food on his plate when the Gryffindor in question walked in. The boy looked horrible, like he didn't have much sleep last night. Draco had expected him to be atleast accompanied by his friends, if not their entire house so they could all point and laugh at him. Instead Harry was utterly alone, and didn't seem to have any plans to embarass the blonde. Draco was confused. Had Potter not realised what he meant last night? He sure as hell hoped not. Because really, there was nothing wrong. One of these days Draco would stop feeling so strange everytime he saw the other boy, and they could just move on with their lives. Really. Any day now.
Still, he couldn't help himself from looking across the room every few seconds. It was probably the tenth time he was looking at the Gryffindor that he finally was acknoledged. Harry looked up, piercing green eyes connecting with grey. Draco gulped. He hadn't seen this look before. Well of course he had seen those eyes before, he saw Potter nearly every day, but something about this was different.
He was torn from his thoughts when someone whispered in his ear.
"I know your secret."
Draco's eyes widened as he looked around, Blaise Zabini entering his view.
"What?" Draco said, trying to sound casual, even though his heart was racing.
"I know who you shagged... or rather, who shagged you." He grinned.
"No, you don't." The blonde replied. How could Blaise possibly know.
"I do. Tell me, did you enjoy last night?" Blaise grinned.
Last night? What the hell?
"What are you talking about, Blaise?" He sounded genuinely confused right now.
"Oh, don't give me that. I heard you moan."
Draco blushed. He probably had moaned.
"It was cute though, how you moaned for him." Blaise grinned evily.
How he moaned for him? Who the hell had he dreamed about last night. Well, there were only so many options...
"H-Harry...!" Blaise moaned, only loud enough for Draco to hear.
Draco's heart stopped. His fork clattered on his plate, his hands stopped functioning. No, this couldn't be... He stopped thinking as vivid memories of last night appeared in his mind. Fuck.
"He looked quite upset though, afterwards." Blaise continued.
"He... what?" Draco asked, truely confused. How could Blaise possibly know how Harry had looked in his dream.
"Yeah, afterwards he went down to the common room. Sat there and sulked for while. Didn't really get that part."
He had... what? Had Harry been there last night? Oh Merlin, had he witnessed his dream? Draco felt sick. Sick and vulnerable and... sick. He quickly got up from their table, and made his way back to his dorm, not paying any attention to Blaise... or Harry, who had been watching them with curiosity.
Harry had been watching them from across the room, quickly getting to his feet the moment Draco ran from the Great Hall. He was tempted to chase the boy, make sure he was okay. ...When had he ever wondered if Draco Malfoy was okay? God, he had some serious issues. He sighed and was about to sit down again when he caught sight of Blaise Zabini. The darker teen had obviously said something to upset Draco and Harry couldn't help but wonder what. He felt strangely protective of the blonde all of a sudden. He would've thought it would've taken him a little longer to come to grip with the fact that he liked Draco Malfoy, but after spending the rest of the night thinking about it, he had gotten up this morning accepting it completely. Really, there wasn't anything he could change about it, and he wasn't even sure if he would want to even if he could. It was kind of exciting in a weird way. And judging by what he had witnessed last night, it could maybe even get better.
Harry shook his head to clear his mind, still eyeing Blaise. He quickly made up his mind and strolled over to the Slytherin and stopped right next to him. The Great Hall was fairly empty, everyone else was to busy doing whatever the hell they were doing to notice the strange encounter.
"What did you do?" Harry asked, not even sure if it made any sense for him to ask that.
"Ah, if it isn't the famous Harry Potter. I never thought I'd say this, but well done, Potter." The darker teen grinned.
Harry blinked.
"I...what?"
Blaise just rolled his eyes.
"You know... fucking Draco senseless. Merlin, that boy needed a good shag."
Harry froze. Blaise knew?
"I... uh... we never were..." He tried, but Blaise just waved him off.
"Oh not you too. I know, alright. Don't try to hide it. And honestly, I don't mind. Hell, if Draco can get passed the fact that you're Harry sodding Potter, anyone can."
Harry just stood there with his mouth open. He wasn't sure what to say.
"I... thanks, I guess..." He muttered when he found his voice again.
Blaise just smiled widely at him.
"Be careful with him though." He said, "He might not show it much, but he's rather vulnerable. Always afraid to be turned down and stuff."
This probably caught Harry even more of guard. Was Blaise being serious? Draco... vulnerable? His mind wandered back to that morning they had woken up together in Harry's bed. The scared and hurt look on the blonde's face. It probably been one of the rare times the blonde had let his guard down around Harry. And Harry couldn't help but feel slightly euphoric that he had had the privilege to witness it.
"Do me a favor though," Blaise voice interrupted his train of thoughts, and Harry blushed slightly when he realised that he'd just thought about Draco in a loving way.. "Show him that you want him as much as he wants you. Because he's not bloody likely to show it first, and I'm not really in the mood for long dramatic talks about you." The Slytherin continued.
Harry's heart felt like it was about to explode. Or maybe implode. He wasn't sure.
"He... he wants me?" The Griffyndor whispered, not being able to keep a grin of his face.
"Well, of course! Merlin, he's been moaning your name for the past week. God, and he's always blushing when he sees you. It's cute but kind of annoying."
Harry blushed but smiled nonetheless.
"You two should get together alright."
"...right." Harry muttered, still a bit shocked.
Blaise looked at him skeptically.
"Unless you're not really interested." He said in a low voice. "And if that's the case I will make you suffer." He said darkly.
Harry gulped.
"No.. no, I'll work on it. Don't worry." He grinned, already thinking about the blonde.