Draco was left alone, dumbfounded, in the Headmistress' office. He had thought it would have gone better than that, after it's positive beginning.
He made his way over to the chair in front of the desk and slumped into it. He curled his knees to his chest and realized he was still wearing the Scarf.
He'll come around, it told him. From what I saw, he likes you a lot.
"Tell him that." Draco scoffed aloud, pulling off the colorful, silky thing and throwing it onto the desk.
"Tell him what?" Severus asked, appearing again in his portrait.
Draco sighed dejectedly and placed his chin on his knees.
"You shouldn't have come back so soon," Draco grumbled, glancing up at the portrait glumly. "We could have been doing anything in here."
Severus rolled his eyes. "Clearly, the only 'anything' I could have caught you up to would have been alone," he snapped, disapproving.
Draco shuddered. In the Headmistress' office? Never. Perhaps it was better Potter had run off anyway...
"He ran from me," he explained bitterly, dropping his feet back onto the floor. "What did I do wrong? Was I too forthcoming?"
Severus scowled, looking as though he wished to jump out of the portrait and slap some sense into him.
"Of course you were," he growled, "but of course you weren't." He scowled bitterly, but meaningfully.
"You're not making any sense."
Severus sighed, and explained it to him. "No matter what you did, Draco, Potter still would have run. He's a paranoid idiot." Severus elaborated, nonchalantly waving a hand.
"So, you're saying I'm hopeless?" Draco asked with a groan. Of course, he had to be the one gay wizard at Hogwarts that happened to think he was out to kill him.
"If you're still bent on pursuing him, then, yes, I would say you are hopeless," Severus replied absently. "But I would not say your endeavors are hopeless," he added with a smirk.
Draco immediately perked up, watching Severus eagerly.
"Really?" He inquired.
"Really," Severus huffed, rolling his eyes. Clearly, he did not approve.
"Then what do I do?" Draco asked, leaning forward expectantly.
Severus stared at him for a long moment, as if he had sprouted wings.
"Draco," he said slowly, "if I had any success in winning over green-eyed wonders, Harry Potter wouldn't even exist."
Draco blinked in realization. He had forgotten Severus' infatuation with Lily Potter.
"But surely you know something?" He inquired. "Older and wiser and whatnot?"
"If only you had been so eager to take my advice when I could actually offer it," Severus opined, turning to leave the frame.
"Professor, wait!" Draco called.
But Severus had already gone.
Draco sighed and decided to leave the Headmistress' office. She had told him she would be back in a half an our, and to take any "funny business" out of her office before ahe had returned.
Too bad there hadn't been any funny business.