As you wish, another chapter of The Boy Who Loved. This has been my favorite fanfiction to write and more is to come! So, relax and keep reading, please.
Everything was normal until November 23rd.
Harry had finished up his classes for the day, and was almost done grading essays. The pile was a mismatch of geniuses and students who were obviously not paying attention in class. Expliamus was not spelled with an 's' a fact many students seemed to be forgetting. He looked up and sighed at the clock, one a.m.. He tried to finish grading the final essay as quickly as possible. After a moment, he stood from his chair to walk to the potions classroom. Draco had told him at dinner that he had many things to do and might not be able to finish them, which prompted Harry to want to assist him in any way possible. If Draco was still up, it must be rather difficult.
Harry knocked on the classroom door before entering the cold room. It smelled an awful lot like Draco's cologne. Draco was busy on a cauldron of potion, sighing as he finished stirring it. He picked up a glass jar of what looked to be some sort of leaf and walked to put it away when Harry spoke up.
"Draco, what are you making? It smells an awful lot like your cologne in here." Harry cringed. He ran over when, for whatever reason, Draco dropped the jar of whatever the leaves were and it shattered on the floor.
"Draco! Are you alright?" Harry asked as he helped the blond clean up the mess he had created under interesting circumstances.
"Uh huh," Draco replied absentmindedly. He was not alright. Harry smelled his cologne in a room that smelled like parchment and Harry Potter. He smelled Draco in a room that smelled like amortentia. That would mean… Harry fancied Draco.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to frighten you. I did knock," Harry rambled. He couldn't understand why Draco would drop a jar. Draco was far from clumsy, he was graceful and poised. This was partially due to the years of abuse making him to be so. Purebloods had hard lives.
"You did knock," Draco replied. He cleared his throat as he used a spell to repair the shattered jar. Harry noticed the smell of the room was coming from a particular potion, the one Draco had finished brewing. It smelled like Draco's cologne and paper and breakfast and… ferret?
"What were you…" Harry trailed off as he looked back at Draco who appeared to be blushing. Why would Draco be blushing? It did not make much sense to Harry.
Draco took a step toward Harry and looked him in the eyes. He may not be able to flirt, but for whatever reason, the Potter boy had fallen for him. He took another step toward him, leaving very little space in between them. This was it.
Harry's breath hitched. He did not know what was happening in this moment. Draco was close but….
Draco leaned closer and Harry just stood there dumbstruck. They were friends, right? He couldn't possibly comprehend them being more at the moment. They were the kind of people who stayed friends. Friends.
Suddenly Draco's lips were on his and he didn't know what to do. It was perfect. Both boys knew this. Harry suddenly could comprehend them being way more then friends. Being defined and together. Draco was internally screaming at himself for being so daft.
But, just as soon as it began, it was over. Harry wouldn't want Draco. That was impossible. It would never happen because Draco was meant to be alone. Draco was meant to be all by himself forever. Nobody would ever love someone so broken. He was in so many pieces that he would never be able to be put back together.
"I'm sorry, that was stupid," Draco muttered as he brushed past Harry toward the door. Harry wanted to chase after him, but he felt stuck where he was. His fingers touched his lips and he couldn't help but smile a little. Draco fancied him.
"It wasn't stupid," Harry mutered as he placed the lid on the cauldron and turned off the heat. Draco Malfoy was everything he wanted. Somebody who was there. BUt, the more Harry thought of it, the more it terrified him. Draco would only be taken away. He didn't deserve to keep what he wanted. He never got to. Being comfortable and fancying someone were risky things when you are Harry Potter. He couldn't imagine what to do.
He walked down the hall to see if his mind could be put at ease. THere was nothing he could fathom helping. He was alone. As he walked along the castle's corridors he remembered something.
They weren't at war.
It was a long shot, but he and Draco could possibly be together and be okay. Everything could be okay. It was possible.
He couldn't help but think about the what if's. What if they did?
Draco Malfoy, the boy he never thought he'd fancy, fancied him. This was going to turn out well, or at least he hoped it would. They could make it, maybe.
He only forgot to realize the panic that was going through Draco at the moment. He had kissed the boy he fancied. God, he sounded like a fifth grader.
He could not believe that he did that. How could he be so stupid? Harry was going to hate him. He couldn't help but imagine how horrid tomorrow would be. Harry would ignore him, obviously. It would be so awkward. Or… what if Harry hated him?
Draco would just have to avoid him at all costs because he could simply not deal with such a thing at this point in time.
Draco Malfoy had kissed Harry Potter.
What was going to happen now?
Dun dun DUUUUNNNNNN. This is a longer one than our last chapter. I'm really trying guys, and I'm hoping you like it! I may have to take a mental health break soon, but so far this is relaxing. School is starting and I will be more busy than usual, but I know I can at least try to manage. New chapters may have to switch to weekly!
Love and Peaches, Jay Rose
