1 Ch. 3
*Tease me, by holding out your hand
Then leave me, or take me as I am.*
//Oh shit// thought Harry. //This cannot be happening to me. Of all things//
He had suspected that the footsteps he heard were not from an innocent Ravenclaw or Hufflepuff, but was still cursing his rotten luck when he realized that the person who was unknowingly right behind him was the one person he wanted to see the least out of anyone in the entire world.
Malfoy groaned inwardly. Of all things that could happen, he had to run into Harry Potter.
//Dammit! How is this possible? Just my luck.//
Both of the boys were secretly exhilarated to see each other, as much as they wished to deny it, and they would rather die than admit it to the other and to themselves as well.
"Fancy meeting you here, Potter" The sudden closeness of the meeting by the window was gone. "Malfoy, what an astoundingly unpleasant surprise. Well, don't let me keep you from your stroll, because I certainly want to get back to mine. Goodnight".
Harry mentally cursed himself as Draco swept past him. //I'm an idiot// he told himself, and he had the insane urge to run to the other boy and pin him up against the wall, and kiss those perfect rose colored lips, run his fingers through that gorgeous blonde hair.. Ironically, that was almost exactly what Draco was wishing he would do. However, he refused to give in to his raging teenage hormones and just walked on by.
//Curse you Potter. How can you do this to me? Make me loathe you and yet want you so badly that it hurts//
The two boys returned to their respective houses, their walks having achieved the exact opposite of what they were intended to do, and possibly having made their feelings even stronger. Needless to say, neither of them got much sleep that night.
*Tease me, by holding out your hand
Then leave me, or take me as I am.*
//Oh shit// thought Harry. //This cannot be happening to me. Of all things//
He had suspected that the footsteps he heard were not from an innocent Ravenclaw or Hufflepuff, but was still cursing his rotten luck when he realized that the person who was unknowingly right behind him was the one person he wanted to see the least out of anyone in the entire world.
Malfoy groaned inwardly. Of all things that could happen, he had to run into Harry Potter.
//Dammit! How is this possible? Just my luck.//
Both of the boys were secretly exhilarated to see each other, as much as they wished to deny it, and they would rather die than admit it to the other and to themselves as well.
"Fancy meeting you here, Potter" The sudden closeness of the meeting by the window was gone. "Malfoy, what an astoundingly unpleasant surprise. Well, don't let me keep you from your stroll, because I certainly want to get back to mine. Goodnight".
Harry mentally cursed himself as Draco swept past him. //I'm an idiot// he told himself, and he had the insane urge to run to the other boy and pin him up against the wall, and kiss those perfect rose colored lips, run his fingers through that gorgeous blonde hair.. Ironically, that was almost exactly what Draco was wishing he would do. However, he refused to give in to his raging teenage hormones and just walked on by.
//Curse you Potter. How can you do this to me? Make me loathe you and yet want you so badly that it hurts//
The two boys returned to their respective houses, their walks having achieved the exact opposite of what they were intended to do, and possibly having made their feelings even stronger. Needless to say, neither of them got much sleep that night.
