Guys, I just finished editing this. I wrote the whole story, but EDITING. I'm sorry if it's bad, I'm not very good at writing, but I'm trying. Let's go!

Draco didn't talk to Harry the next morning. He kept his distance. He couldn't face him… not after… that. He was so stupid. Amortentia isn't a complete proven science, anyone could wear Draco's cologne. He was so stupid. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid.

Harry Potter was probably utterly disgusted with that wretched display of affection. Why couldn't he control himself? He and Harry were never going to be a thing. Never.

Harry, on the other hand, was quite happy that morning. He had forgotten his anxiety and wanted to see Draco. To talk to him. To…. That probably wouldn't happen, but this seemed to be quite a wonderful thing to happen.

"Morning, Draco." Harry sat next to Draco at the table. Draco stiffened at the sound of his voice. No, Harry didn't want to talk to him. No. He was about to yell at him, or something. Something awful was bound to happen in these next moments and he was not prepared.

"Mornin'," Draco mumbled. Harry looked over at him, he seemed off. Why would he be off. Did he not fancy him? He must think last night was a terrible mistake. He was losing draco over something so stupid. Well, not stupid, but stupid. He could simply not believe that he would be so daft to assume that things would be okay. Nothing was ever okay. Thinking you have life under control will only worsen it. He could play dumb? Nothing was wrong because nothing happened. They were okay. They were friends.

"You alright?" Harry asked. He could not think of why Draco would be acting this way. No, not a single reason why. He certainly was not burying his anxiety deep inside himself to conceal how much he was freaking out at the moment. That was definitely not what was happening.

"Yeah." Draco looked down at his plate of eggs and nimbled on the remnants. How could he be so stupid? He kissed Harry Potter. You don't just walk around and kiss Harry Potter. Who would be so daft? Draco was bloody daft. It was his own fault to think they could be… something. They couldn't, it would never happen, not in a million years. They were nothing at the moment and it would take a lot to salvage the friendship Draco had destroyed with his idiotic actions.

As Harry looked over at the blond, he couldn't help but blush as he remembered last night in the potions classroom. Why did Draco have to go away? Just because of a bloody kiss, which Draco initiated. Draco must understand that Harry couldn't control his life, but he wanted to. He was Draco to be in his life. However, he could because they were stuck as friends, and he wasn't even sure what they were right now. He wanted Draco to be his friend.

Neither of the teachers were focused much that day. Harry stumbled over Expelliarmus with the first years and Expecto Patronum with the seventh years. He could barely think, and the students noticed. They enjoyed Professor Potter and tried to assist him and listen with their best ability. He was struggling. Draco stumbled over teaching what amortentia was and its uses as he remembered last night. He was so daft to think that Harry fancied him. Harry Potter did not, in any way, fancy Draco Malfoy, it was impossible. Draco tried to explain it to every student, but it did not always make sense. Some thought the potion to be rather silly, not the dangerous thing it actually was.

"It smells like pine trees, and camp fires." A sixth year girl replied when he asked her. Another student immediately began arguing about how it smelled like books and mint. Draco could not help but be slightly amused at the students looking awfully perplexed in his classroom. He began his explanation in order to prevent further arguing, and any accidental confessions. Sometimes it wokred out, sometimes it did not. The students began to think that the potion was quite extraordinary, but were disappointed when they began brewing something else. Draco did not know a way to explain the reason they could not brew Amortentia due to its danger and additive nature.

Draco sighed as he sat at his desk, letting the students brew their potions without guidance for the time being. He would walk around in a minute or so to make sure that none of them were partaking in dangerous behaviors. Draco himself couldn't believe that he kissed Harry Potter. How could he be so daft? He had torn their friendship to shreds with his utter stupidity. Who would even fathom the idea of Harry Potter ever fancying them? Draco Malfoy, that's who. The biggest bloody idiot the world has ever seen.

"Professor?" A student asked. Draco immediately ceased his self pity in order to help the student who could not figure out which leaf was which. Leaves are shaped differently and books have guides for this sort of thing, but ask the teacher to point the almost obvious fact out for you, if you must. Some must and that is okay.

Meanwhile Harry was trying to teach seventh years about the importance of a happy memory, something that seemed quite distant to him at the moment. It was going okay. Two out of the forty students had produced a patronus and there was still class time left.

"It needs to be a truly happy memory," Harry explained to the same student for the tenth time. They couldn't fathom the possibility that when you got your phone is not a happy enough memory. ONe would need to focus on one of a more… happy happenstance. Making friends, I love you's, et cetera, make them happy. Think of the happiest you have ever felt and find that memory and use it.

Slowly, but surely students began producing patronuses. They were beginning to understand the why behind the happy memories because it was much easier when they were truly the happiest. Eventually, half the class had produced a patronus. The remaining twenty had time to learn and could practice. With the unlikeliness of a dementor attack in this day and age, they were more a way to practice difficult magic and they could be used in this day and age.

"That is the end of class! If you have not produced a patronus, it is a difficult kind of magic and takes practice. Class dismissed." Students began filing out of the classroom. Harry thought of what his next step would be. Draco was being taken away from him, that much was obvious. However, could he change it? Was such a thing possible? All he wanted was to be there for Draco, for them to be friends. He could never get what he wanted. That was unlikely. Very unlikely.

"Professor Potter?" A girl asked as she approached his desk. Harry snapped his head up, pulling his attention from himself to her.

"Yes, Miss Haddish?" Harry replied. She seemed… concerned.

"How do you know if a memory is happy enough?" She must have been one of the ones who could not produce a patronus.

"You just have to think about one moment you felt pure happiness and go from there. Find your happiest memory. It's a difficult task to undertake, but I believe in your ability." Harry stood up and began walking towards the door behind the girl.

"Thank you, professor." With that, she walked away. Harry turned to the great hall to attempt to live through another meal of sitting by the ever so silent Draco Malfoy. He didn't know how much longer he could take it, but he had to.

He was Harry Potter.

A week had passed of this awkwardice. Neither professors were coming forward out of fear of rejection.

Rejection, a fear so powerful it can keep perfect couples separated. It was something clouded by your own beliefs. Your insecurities were the one thing in the way of relationships sometimes. That was the case for Draco Malfoy, the boy who wasn't good enough. He was scared of rejection to a terrible extent. The whole week Draco kept to himself, internally ridiculing himself outside of classes, and sometimes in classes.

They wanted each other, but both were dealing with their own monsters, which blinded them from properly seeing how the other was reacting. They did not see that rejection was not likely. They could not open their eyes wide enough to come to that conclusion.

So they didn't.

I bet you wanted something else to happen, but come on these guys have gone through so much, it's not going to be perfect. I mean to emotional abuse and traumatising events wouldn't just go away, they would linger. I sorry.

Love and Peaches, Jay Rose