Still Figuring Out Chapter 14: Missing The Signs, a harry potter fanfic

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A/N: Chapter 14 Ta-da!!! Chapter 14 haha, I only planned for this story to be 15 chapters long…no chance! Thanks to everyone who has read and reviewed, I love you all! If I haven't replied yet, I definitely will do. This chapter actually turned out A LOT differently than I originally planned, it was meant to have far more than what it has. Unfortunately, it would have made it like a bazillion pages long, and no one would want to read for that long! I can't wait to write it, though…so excited. (Well actually it's pretty much done, I'm gonna have to add what was meant to be at the end of this to the beginning of that yadda, yadda, yadda)

Anyway, I'm prattling, so I'm offski's. Big love xxx

Warning:- Quite a bit of swearing in this chapter. I apologize, my language is absolutely atrocious, so there for…Harry and Draco's is too. Oh dear, never mind xxx

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Chapter 14 - Missing the signs.

Harry

Harry scowled at the back of Blaise Zabini's head with so much venom, that one might think he was actually attempting the whole 'If looks could kill' thing.

The Gryffindor had practically ran to Transfiguration with a puzzled Ron and Hermione trailing behind him, and snagged a seat right at the back of class. The seat behind Draco.

The other two thirds of the Golden Trio had frowned at The Boy Who Lived, Hermione going so far as to actually tut in annoyance.

"Harry, I'm not sitting in the back. I need to sit at the front, we can't afford to miss anything with the N.E. just around the corner." She had muttered in her bossiest voice.

Harry had just shrugged, not really paying her much attention as he tried to eavesdrop on Blaise and Draco's conversation. Maddeningly, they were talking in hushed voices. How inconsiderate.

He missed Hermione's eyes travel from his face to the two Slytherin's sat in front of him, and the frown that settled on her curious face would've caused him to panic slightly, had he seen it. However, he missed both, and Hermione bit her lip in thought as she and Ron left Harry at the back of the classroom to sit alone.

Ron looked as though the new arrangement was the end of the world, and kept stealing fearful glances at Harry who, when he managed to tear his focus away from Draco, rolled his eyes in response.

Truth be told, Harry was quite happy with the turn of events. Sitting alone gave him the opportunity to spy on Draco without being caught out. Luck, however, wasn't completely on his side because Seamus plonked down beside him a few minutes later, declaring that he and Dean had had a fight, and he had nowhere else to sit.

"Hey, Harry." The Irish boy had breathed in an exasperated tone.

Pansy, who was sat on Draco's other side, turned her head slightly to the right as though she were turning to speak to Draco. Harry noticed though, how her eyes strayed passed the blonde in the direction of Seamus. A small, almost undetectable, smile pulled at her lips and an odd sparkle appeared in her chocolate brown eyes. Harry was amazed at the difference it made to her face. All he had ever seen from the Slytherin girl were ugly smirks and scowls, and yet here she was smiling at the Gryffindor beside him, looking positively pretty. An unintentional smile quirked at Harry's own mouth, and he was surprised to find that he was pleased for Pansy and Seamus. He turned his head and glanced at the Irish boy beside him, and found that he too was smiling. It was like her happiness was infectious.

A few seconds later, however, and Harry thought he might have imagined the whole thing, because Pansy was whispering harshly to Draco, and Seamus was once again looking surly.

"You O.K?" Harry asked quietly, keeping his left ear inclined toward the Slytherin's in front of him in the hope that he'd catch any of their conversation.

"Yeah. No offence mate but I'd rather be sat somewhere else." He muttered miserably, and Harry watched as the other boy's eyes flickered from Pansy to Dean, and back to Pansy again. There was so much longing in Seamus's hazel gaze that Harry was momentarily taken aback. His own eyes travelled to the back of Draco's blonde head, and a wrench tightened around Harry's heart.

He could completely agree with Seamus. He wanted nothing more than to swap seats with Pansy, to speak with Draco and find out what he had meant back in Care of Magical Creatures.

The Boy Who Lived shook his head at his own vacillation. He had just had an entire hour to speak to Draco and had practically let it pass by. Now that he had no chance of uttering a word to him, Harry wanted to metaphorically chew the Slytherin's ear off.

A small sigh escaped Harry's lips and he disguised it as a hum of agreement. Instantly he felt Seamus's eyes on his face, and clearing his throat slightly, Harry turned and glanced at the other Gryffindor.

Seamus's eyebrows were pulled together in a sympathetic frown as he studied Harry's face. "Yeah, I expect you feel the same. How's…things?"

Harry shrugged, trying to appear nonchalant and failing miserably "Fine." He muttered noncommittally, his attention planted firmly back on Draco and Blaise, who had their heads close together as though in deep conversation. Harry wanted nothing more than to grab the back of Zabini's head and slam his face against the table. A tight ball of jealousy was festering away inside of Harry's stomach, and as much as he tried to suppress it, it just wouldn't go away.

"Everything O.K with Ginny?" Seamus' voice floated back into Harry's consciousness, and he turned to the Irish boy, missing Draco stiffen at the mention of Ginny.

Shrugging, once again, in a noncommittal fashion, Harry turned back to face the Slytherin's in front of them, and found himself staring into the murky green eyes of Blaise Zabini. The Slytherin was smirking in the most infuriating way, and after raising his eyebrows reproachfully, he turned back towards the front of class, once again leaning his head into Draco's.

Harry felt his lip curl, and the ball of jealousy in his stomach mutated into indignation. His palms began to sweat as he clenched them tight, but he knew that if he released them for even a second he would bestow Zabini with the pummelling of a lifetime.

"I'm going to punch him in a minute." He growled through gritted teeth as he watched the Slytherin boy laughing at whatever Draco had said, and butt his head slightly against the blonde before drawing away and reaching for his bag from under the table.

Yeah, that's right, you inbred! Get the hell away from him! Harry's mind screamed at Blaise.

"What? Who?" Seamus asked, sounding perplexed. Harry didn't even spare the Irish boy a glance as he watched Zabini straighten up and begin to take notes on whatever McGonagall was babbling about. Harry paid his teacher less attention than what he was paying Seamus, and frankly he was surprised that the class had even began. Hardly aware that Seamus had even asked him a question, Harry continued unconsciously mumbling to himself.

"He's doing it on purpose." He growled again, his fist clenched so tightly that he could feel his nails pressing sharply into his palms. He didn't loosen his grip, however, as he glowered at Blaise. His stomach churned with absolute fury as his mind screamed 'He's flirting! He's flirting!'

"What?" Seamus' voice broke through Harry's internal mantra, and he answered before he even realised he was speaking.

"Flirting!" He spat in a furious whisper, his eyes still locked on the back of Blaise' head. "Like Zabini could ever be good enough!" He sneered.

"What's it to you?" Seamus whispered interestedly, Harry failed to notice that the Irish boy's voice had changed from curious to suspicious. "I thought your little arrangement was over." He added slyly.

Harry, however, had stopped listening to him altogether, his one track mind once again firmly positioned on the two boys in front of him.

"I mean seriously! Like that waste of space could give Draco a fraction of what he needs! He deserves someone who knows exactly how amazing he really is. Someone who knows how lucky they are to have him…" Harry whispered furiously.

"What, like you?" Seamus' said apprehensively, a note of command in his voice that Harry - who had been completely focused on Draco and Blaise - couldn't fail to overlook.

Shaking his head fractionally as though clearing it, The Boy Who Lived turned and scrutinized Seamus' expression. The Irish boy appeared to be exasperated and Harry realised that his mutterings had probably raised a few suspicions with the other Gryffindor. Harry hadn't even realised he'd still been speaking.

"I didn't say that!" He whispered carefully, keeping his gaze on Seamus. The Irish boy seemed to be mulling his answer over, eyeing Harry with an amount of irritation that seemed unnecessary for the conversation.

"Then, what are you saying?" Seamus asked, a frosty edge to his voice that hadn't been there a moment ago "Because, funnily enough, you sound jealous, and I was under the impression that you were now with Gin-"

"Don't be ridiculous, Seamus!" Harry scoffed uncomfortably, cutting the other boy off. "It's just an observation. I'm not jealous!" Harry lied, a trickle of sweat beginning to slowly make its way down his back as he realised that he was jealous. He had known he was jealous the moment he had seen Draco and Blaise flirting in the Great hall at breakfast.

"That's alright then. It's not like you'd have any right to be jealous anyway…not after what you did." Seamus breathed, his tone still wintry but lacking any malice.

Harry, however, instantly bristled. The little hairs on the back of his neck stood up on end at the other boy's remark, his whole body incensed. "What's that supposed to mean? What exactly is it that I've supposed to have done?" He snapped, a scowl immediately sliding onto his face. Seamus was acting as though Harry had killed Draco, not dumped him.

Seamus shook his head incredulously, appearing to all the world that he actually gave a damn. Harry couldn't work out why the Irish boy was so bothered.

"Where do you want me to start, Harry?" He retorted, disbelief shining in his Hazel eyes "The part where you dumped him from a great height hours after his own mother's funeral, or the part where he freaked out, had like a mental breakdown or something, and was then dumped by you from a great height!"

"Mental breakdown?" Harry scoffed uneasily. His undivided attention now, well and truly, dedicated to Seamus. A chill of fear worked it's way from the top of head to the bottom of his feet, and the beads of sweat that had been falling down his back replaced by goosebumps. Mental breakdown? That couldn't be right, it wasn't right!

Seamus eyed Harry's face as though he didn't quite believe that the other boy really didn't know what he was talking about. With a voice that was clearly sceptical, the Irish boy answered.

"He had flashbacks or something. Apparently when old mother Malfoy died, he lost his memory. He soon got it back at her funeral though, he was practically dragged from the manor by Snape - he was so fucked up. And then you go an-"

"Drop him from a great height. Yes, I get it! How do you know all this?" Harry insisted, unbridled guilt and fear crashing over him in ice cold waves. How had he not known any of this?

"Pansy told me." Seamus answered as though it were obvious.

Harry glanced up to the back of Draco's head and wished with everything in him that he could take it all back. He wanted the Slytherin to turn around, he wanted to apologize. He wanted to…

"I didn't know" He whispered to himself, his fisted hands finally releasing themselves and he brought them up to bury them in his hair. How did this all become such a mess?

"Did you actually give him a chance to tell you? I'm not Malfoy's biggest fan, but even I wouldn't do what you did!" Seamus asked waspishly "I thought you were better than that, but what you did was just cruel. And there was me thinking I was doing you favour in finding out how he was, when all you wanted to do was screw him over!"

Draco's voice exploded inside Harry's head, and he clenched his eyes closed as the memory of that night in the hospital wing played out in his mind.

"Tell me Harry, was it just a coincidence…or did you choose the day of my Mother's fucking funeral to SCREW ME OVER?"

"Shut up, Seamus! You have no idea what you're talking about! Just because you're screwing around with Pug nosed Parkinson, it doesn't mean you have any idea what the hell is going on in my life!" Harry snarled, his whole body beginning to tremble with shame.

Seamus' eyes flashed, an expression of unadulterated fury springing to his face turning it an odd shade of puce "You ever call her that again, and I will kick your arse!" He growled viciously. "And no, I don't know what's going on in your life, and frankly I don't want to. You are being nothing but a rotten coward, and all you're doing is hurting people! Maybe I should have a little chat with Ginny, see if she can make any sense of your life!" With a malicious smile pulling at his lips, Seamus studied Harry's face, as though he were admiring the effect his words had on The Boy Who Lived.

Outrage and fear mutated together to make a terrifying hybrid that raced through Harry's veins like poison. "You fucking hypocrite! Me, a coward? You want to take a look in the mirror! You can't even look your girlfriend in the eye, let alone anything else! You're the fucking coward." Harry spat, aware that his voice was rising but unable to control it. His fury at Blaise had transferred itself over to Seamus, and Harry was very, very close to hitting the Irish boy.

Students sat close by began to turn around and stare at the two arguing Gryffindor's, and Harry was vaguely surprised that McGonagall hadn't realised what was going on at the back of her class. He could see out of the corner of his eye that Draco had become very stiff in his seat, and Pansy was openly gawping at them, almost completely turned around in her seat, a look of utmost aggravation on her face.

Harry's attention was brought back to Seamus, however, as the Irish boy began to laugh maliciously. "That's right, Harry. My girlfriend! She's still mine. I may be afraid of what my friends would think, but I would never give her up, even if it meant I was disowned by every stinking one of them! You, though, you can't even admit it to yourself. You're the worst kind of coward, because you won't even try to get what you want-"

"I've already got everything I want, and you better not screw that up! If I hear you've said anything to Ginny, so help me God, I will-" Harry threatened, fear once and for all slamming into him. He couldn't let Seamus wreck things now, he couldn't let all of the suffering he had gone through in the past 3 weeks be for nothing.

Suddenly, Draco's chair came careening back and slammed into Harry's table. With fluidity that only Draco could possess, the Slytherin stood, kicked the chair out of his way and stormed from the room, leaving a stunned silence in his wake. Even professor McGonagall seemed stunned by Draco's violent exit. Harry cautiously looked at Seamus, and found the Irish boy staring at Draco's upturned chair in stunned bemusement. The same expression was mirrored on every face in the room besides Pansy and Blaise, who were openly glaring at Harry.

With a sinking feeling that he was sure he was going to regret later on, Harry proved to Seamus that he wasn't a coward.

Standing just as abruptly as Draco did, Harry did the one thing that he had wanted to do all day.

And he tore off after the Slytherin.

Draco

Draco sat at his desk between Pansy and Blaise, and savoured the smell of Harry that had lingered on his robe from the contact during Care of Magical Creatures. The Slytherin adored how sweet Harry's choice of aftershave was. Every time he inhaled it, it sent a mixture of giddy joy, maddening desire, and heart wrenching agony through the Slytherin's body. He deemed it worth it, though, when he received the small portion of pure 'Harry'. A portion that the Gryffindor couldn't keep from Draco, couldn't forbid him from having.

The words he had whispered to Harry resonated in his ears, and he wished he hadn't said them. He was sure that Harry would work out who he had been talking about. After all, how many men called Paris could there be?

Humiliation settled inside Draco, and it didn't sit well. He cursed his stupidity, and prayed to every god listening that he would make out of this final class with Harry, unscathed. It was the last class with the Gryffindor's of the day and the last class of term, with the Christmas holidays beginning in four short hours.

That was all. Four miniscule hours before he could hide out in the Slytherin dorms for the duration of the festive period, away from Harry, away from everyone.

Apparently, that time was destined to be the hardest ever, because Harry decided to sit directly behind him.

"Potter at 12 o'clock." Blaise leaned over and breathed into his ear. Draco shivered as his friends hot sticky breath washed over his neck, and he desperately tried to suppress the cringe that was begging to burst forth. However, the cringe was swiftly replaced by desire as he recalled how Harry had breathed on him not 10 minutes earlier. A silky heated breeze that had whispered across his skin - The polar opposite to Blaise'.

Nodding imperceptibly in acknowledgement to his friend, Draco turned his head ever so slightly to the right concentrating on what was happening behind him.

Granger's voice instantly began complaining in the shrill way that he despised, However, the content of what she was saying was interesting. So, Harry wanted to sit at the back of class - right by Draco - and he was even willing to do it alone. The Slytherin watched as Granger and Weasley walked to the front of class with a stab of satisfaction. So, Harry was going it alone. Interesting. Very interesting.

Blaise chose that moment to lean into him, a small smirk in his voice as he began to mutter.

"That was a fascinating turn of events, don't you think? So, Wonderboy wants to be close to you. Sweet."

Draco smirked at Blaise' way of assessing the situation, and shaking his head in amusement he replied. "Well, you can hardly blame him…I'm great."

For all the confidence though, Draco was actually a mess. His nerves were shot to bits and his heart, his heart was slamming so forcefully into his chest that he was afraid it may actually escape.

A glimmer of hope, a tiny shimmering glimmer sparked inside of him, and he could feel himself latching onto it, gripping it with both hands. Had what he said to Harry actually made sense to him? Had the Gryffindor understood Draco's cryptic message, understood it and acted on it? Had he realised that he didn't want Draco to be Paris, but Romeo instead? Why the bloody hell was Harry sitting behind him?!

The air was punctuated by the annoying lilting voice of Seamus Finnegan, and Draco physically felt the happiness radiate off Pansy, who was sat beside him. Out of the corner of his eye, he watched as Pansy shifted fractionally in her seat, her head swivelling around to face him, but her eyes landing on the Gryffindor behind him. Draco was so overwhelmed by the sheer adoration in the girl's eyes that he had to look away. He really couldn't take watching love's young dream when his own personal life was in tatters.

Seconds later, however, and Pansy was leaning toward him, a curiously smug tone to her voice. "Potter was smiling at me. Like, really smiling. Is he on drugs or something?" She laughed lightly in his ear.

Draco mimicked her, his mind readily providing him with an image of Harry smiling, and his heart gave a painful squeeze. His heart felt strangled moments later when he distinctly heard Seamus ask Harry about the Weaslette. His back went rigidly stiff instantly, and he felt his leg begin to bounce up and down beneath the table. Trying his best to control his traitorous body, he reached down and forced his leg to a stop, digging his fingernails into his thigh in the process in an attempt to dispel some of the anger that came with hearing the ginger menaces' name being mentioned. He cursed Professor Snape and his blasted stress potions, and their undesirable side effects.

Blaise noticed Draco's discomfort, and as always he chose to make light of it. Draco mentally groaned as the other boy, once again, leaned into him and whispered "The amazing bouncing leg has returned, I see. Would you like me stamp on your foot to see if it stops it?"

"Ha ha. You are so amusing, Blaise. Excuse me whilst I die of hilarity." Draco muttered in a monotone, causing the other boy to smirk.

"Well, I can always see if Potter has any tips, I'll just ask him." Blaise grinned.

Draco felt his erratic heart leap into his throat as Blaise actually turned around and faced the two Gryffindor's behind them. It took all of Draco's dignity not to wrench the other boy back around and beat the hell out of him.

Seconds - though they could've been hours - later and Blaise was facing forward again, a huge grin on his face that made the pit of Draco's stomach churn with absolute dread.

"What did you say, Zabini?!" He growled, straining his ears to see if Harry was laughing. His leg was now desperately trying to force itself free so it could continue it's nervous dance, and he dug his fingernails in harder, actually wincing slightly in the process.

"Relax, I didn't say anything. He was looking straight at you though…" Zabini whispered, his voice shifting to the higher pitch Pansy's often took on when she was gossiping about someone.

Draco really didn't have the capacity to smile, though. His attention was now fully focused on Harry, and he was stunned when he heard the Gryffindor speak.

"I'm going to punch him in a minute." He whispered to the Irish boy, his voice so full of venom, that Draco was momentarily gob-smacked. He knew Blaise had heard because the grin was back with a vengeance, and the other boy glanced at him subtly, his eyebrows raised in obvious amusement.

"Did I hear that right?" Draco breathed, and Blaise unexpectedly laughed, leaning against Draco's head again.

"I hope he's not talking about me, I'm too pretty to be punched. Actually, saying that, my wand is in my bag…" He muttered, and butted his head against Draco's before pushing himself away and swiping his bag from the floor.

Draco had stopped paying attention to Blaise the moment he had laughed and was once again concentrating on Harry's voice.

"He's doing it on purpose" The Gryffindor snapped, and Draco frowned as Blaise straightened up and began doodling on his note pad.

'What do you think he is doing on purpose, then?' The Slytherin scrawled, and slyly pushed it towards Draco for him to reply.

"Flirting!" Harry practically spat. The hairs on the back of Draco's neck stood up at the loaded accusation that had burst out of the other boy.

Blaise spluttered slightly, but quickly yanked the parchment away when McGonagall's eyes travelled toward the back of the classroom. The rustling sound Blaise had inadvertently made had drowned out what ever Harry had said next because Seamus was retorting in a manor that made Draco want to turn around and break his neck. How dare he talk to Harry like that?!

"…I was under the impression that you were now with Gin-"

"…Don't be ridiculous, Seamus. It's just an observation. I'm not jealous!" Harry breathed, his voice wavering slightly like it did when he was trying to sound nonchalant. Harry really should be told that he can't do nonchalant! He sounds like he's ill!

'Jealous!!!' Blaise' parchment appeared back in front of him and he stared at the one word written on it. The one word that confused the hell out of him. Harry was jealous?

"…That's alright then. It's not like you'd have any right to be jealous anyway…not after what you did." Seamus' voice supplied, and Draco froze. He felt Pansy mimic the movement beside him and a dread like none other that he'd ever felt settled over him. Blaise incredulously scraped his quill across his parchment at a frantic pace and swiftly shoved it down toward Draco.

'How the hell does the leprechaun know?'

Draco ignored Pansy's growl of frustration and Blaise' confusion, and remain fixed on the conversation unfolding behind him.

"…What's that supposed to mean? What exactly is it that I've supposed to have done?"

Draco closed his eyes and begged which ever god that might have been listening that Seamus didn't answer that question. He desperately hoped that Pansy hadn't told the Irish boy, that the Irish boy wasn't going to tell Harry.

Please. Don't.

"…Where do you want me to start, Harry? The part where you dumped him from a great height hours after his own mother's funeral, or the part where he freaked out, had like a mental breakdown or something, and was then dumped by you from a great height!"

Draco felt his eyes close in despair. Blaise was practically frothing at the mouth beside him, he could tell. And Pansy. Pansy was livid.

"How the fuck does he know?" Blaise cried in astonishment.

"I'm going to murder him in his sleep!" Pansy fumed mutely.

"Mental breakdown?" Harry scoffed.

Draco listened to the three most important people in his life babbling simultaneously, and all he wanted to do was to get the hell out of the classroom. This seriously couldn't be happening! He wasn't sure if he should be mad at Pansy for telling her big mouth boyfriend, sympathize with Blaise who was so utterly clueless, or turn around and scream at Harry for being so blind and selfish.

Unfortunately, the leprechaun wasn't done yet.

"…He had flashbacks or something. Apparently when old mother Malfoy died, he lost his memory. He soon got it back at her funeral though, he was practically dragged from the manor by Snape - he was so fucked up. And then you go an-"

O.K. He was mad at Pansy.

"I'm so sorry." He heard her whisper frantically beside him, her distress almost making him pity her. Not quite though.

"Later." He ground out, his hands shaking so badly he was thankful that they were still beneath the table holding his bloody leg.

"…Drop him from a great height. Yes, I get it! How do you know all this?" Harry whispered harshly.

Draco sensed that Pansy was about to faint, and even though he was furious with her…he threw her a lifeline.

"Blaise, was it you?!" Draco hissed, catching the other Slytherin boy's attention just as Seamus was muttering Pansy's name. Draco was confident that Blaise hadn't heard Pansy's traitorous boyfriend rat her out, when he turned to Draco with a look of utmost glee.

"I most certainly did not, but when I find them I will take pleasure in smacking them around the head!"

Draco's heart dropped when he heard Harry's wounded voice behind him, muttering his ignorance. A very large part of Draco wanted to turn around and scoop Harry into his arms, whispering in his ear that he was forgiven and that it was O.K.

The other part took a morbid pleasure in hearing the other boy sound so defeated.

Seamus Finnegan seemed to be on a mission, however, because he continued his rant. Draco wondered who it was all for. Was he truly disgusted at what Harry did? Or was he doing all of this for Pansy? In some twisted little Gryffindor way, was he giving Harry the telling off that Draco knew Pansy would just love to give?

"…Did you actually give him a chance to tell you? I'm not Malfoy's biggest fan, but even I wouldn't do what you did! I thought you were better than that, but what you did was just cruel. And there was me thinking I was doing you favour in finding out how he was, when all you wanted to do was screw him over!"

"O.K, this is just weird now. Where the hell in Mc Idiot getting all this crap from?" Blaise hissed, and Draco ignored him. He really wanted to know Harry's reply to this one. Wanted to know if he was going to defend himself or hold his hands up. The Slytherin was fairly certain that Harry remembered the similar words that Draco himself had yelled on the night they had parted ways. He was sure the Gryffindor was being visited by the memory -just like he was.

"…Shut up, Seamus! You have no idea what you're talking about! Just because you're screwing around with Pug nosed Parkinson, it doesn't mean you have any idea what the hell is going on in my life!" Harry growled.

Suddenly, the air around them was electric. Draco glanced from Pansy's pale stricken face to Blaise' bright red, stunned one. Behind him, Draco could hear Harry's furious fast paced breathing, and Seamus' voice when he spoke was the deadliest Draco had ever heard of a Gryffindor.

"…You ever call her that again, and I will kick your arse! And no, I don't know what's going on in your life, and frankly I don't want to. You are being nothing but a rotten coward, and all you're doing is hurting people! Maybe I should have a little chat with Ginny, see if she can make any sense of your life!"

Draco felt his entire stomach flip over in some unknown emotion. His heart was urging Seamus on, pleading with him to go, go find the Weaslette and tell her! But in his head he was throwing daggers at the Irish boy, threatening to murder his entire family if he dared breathe a word of this to Harry's girlfriend, dared to ruin Harry's life!

He couldn't stop listening now, he had to know what Harry was thinking. He had to know how he felt.

"…You fucking hypocrite! Me, a coward? You want to take a look in the mirror! You can't even look your girlfriend in the eye, let alone anything else! You're the fucking coward." Harry was practically on the verge of yelling by this point, and Draco noticed that their classmates were beginning to turn around to see what was going on. Luckily, the Mudblood and Weasel seemed to be out of hearing distance as they remained facing the front, which would make this whole thing easier for Harry. At least he wouldn't have to explain to them why he was arguing with Finnegan.

In the flurry of frantic whispers between Pansy and Blaise, Draco missed what was being said behind him.

"Shut the fuck up!" He hissed, and oddly enough, they both obeyed, instantly falling silent. As soon as Harry spoke though, he wished he had let his friends continue to bicker.

"…I've already got everything I want, and you better not screw that up! If I hear you've said anything to Ginny, so help me God, I will-"

That was enough. Draco had his limits, and he just reached them. He couldn't, no, he refused to listen to anymore of this argument. If Harry was so happy with his lot, so happy with the weasel girl - then, he could bugger off and be deliriously happy with her.

Draco certainly wasn't going to stick around to find out how it all worked out.

With a rage and a definite splintering of his heart, Draco threw himself from his seat, kicking the blasted thing out of his way, and ignoring Pansy and Blaise, and Harry and the rest of the class, Draco stormed out with the sole mission of putting as much distance between himself and Harry as possible.

To Be Continued…

A/N: Thanks for reading. I love you all xxx

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