Chapter 3.
"I want to do terrible things to you." - NiN
Classes resumed and Harry's first class of the day was Potions with the
Slytherins. Harry was really dreading this class because Professor Snape,
the Slytherin moderator was teaching the class. Snape favored the
Slytherins for obvious reasons and Harry knew that this would make the
class especially difficult.
When Harry walked into the dark hallways of the dungeon, he felt a chill go up his spine.
Malfoy will be there.
Harry was the first one to arrive in class. Professor Snape wasn't even there yet. Harry took a seat on the left hand side of the room in the front row. A few Slytherins walked in, snickering about something, or someone rather. They were always gossiping, especially the Slytherin girls, led by Pansy Parkinson. When she walked in the room, she took on look at Harry and began whispering furiously to another Slytherin girl. Harry rolled his eyes. He knew she was whispering about him. He knew all about her. Malfoy took her to the Yule Ball. She did wretchedly poor in classes and was awfully annoying. Malfoy was repulsed by her now.
Speaking of Malfoy, he was sitting in the corner with Crabbe and Goyle, brewing up something foul smelling. They kept looking at Hermione and snickering. Malfoy reached into his cauldren and pulled out a slimey ball- like thing.
"This one's for the mudblood!"he said, and threw it at a horrified Hermione.
Harry grabbed his wand, aimed it at the ball of nasties and shouted "Reciproca!" and the ball stopped in midair and turned around. It was heading for Malfoy. Draco grabbed his wand and said "Duplicatum reciproca!" And the ball was aimed for Hermione again.
"Petrificus leviosa" Harry shouted and the ball froze in it's place, inches from Hermione's head. "Euh..." Malfoy didn't know which spell to use. "Expelliarmus!" Harry yelled, and the ball exploded. Harry looked exuberantly at Malfoy who as scowling at him. He's so cute when he's mad. Harry laughed aloud at his thoughts. "What are you laughing at Potter?" asked a very pissed Malfoy. "Nothing." "I didn't think so." he said and stormed off. Harry and the rest of the class were dismissed moments later when Snape returned to class. Harry didn't know it, but Snape had seen the whole thing from the door frame.
"Draco, Potter!" Snape called. Malfoy and Potter stopped and walked to Snape's desk. "I saw the whole thing and I know that you, Malfoy started it with your stink ball. I don't appriciate foul behavior- even in my own house." Snape looked at Harry. "And Mr. Potter, for retaliating, 50 points from Gryffindor."
Draco looked almost triumphant.
"And althought I won't take points from Slytherin, Malfoy, I will give you detention."
Malfoy groaned. "Your detention will be at midnight. Take yourself to Hagrid's shed and he'll tell you what to do." Malfoy shot Harry a look and left for his next class.
Detention. The day flew by for Harry and his friends, but not for Draco Malfoy. Time didn't seem to move through Defense Against the Dark Arts and History. It was only 3pm when his classes were through. He decieded to go talk to Snape about his detention. He walked rigidly through the empty corridors, and for the first time, stopping every few feet to look at the moving photographs on the wall. Draco sighed.
What am I going to do about Potter? He couldn't possibly-
"Like you back?" came a voice.
Draco jumped and looked around. "Who said that?" he demanded. All the moving photographs looked for the owner of the mysterious voice, too.
"I'm right in front of you!" said the voice. Draco turned and came face to face with the voice. It was a photo of the famous alchemist, Nicolas Flamel, and he was talking to Draco.
"How did you know what I was thinking about?" asked Draco naively. Nicolas Flamel looked at Draco like he was a moron.
"Don't you study history, boy? I'm Nicolas Flamel, I can read minds, it's part of why I'm so famous." answered the photo.
"You're not the real Flamel, you're just a painting." Draco protested.
"I'm a photo actually, but I'm still Nicolas Flamel, and don't argue or I'll take 5 points from Slytherin."
Malfoy shut his mouth.
Okay then Flamel, what am I to do about Potter?
"If you're wandering about it, talk to him."
I can't. I know he doesn't feel the same way.
"You never know until you ask him, boy, why won't you just speak to me, it's alot easier." said Flamel.
I can't risk anyone hearing this! Are you mad? I'd be laughed out of Hogwarts!
"Maybe that wouldn't be so bad." said Flamel quietly. Malfoy, irritated by Flamel, took his wand out of his pocket.
"Are you going to listen and help, or do I have to evaporate you?"
"Okay, okay. Put that thing away!" said Flamel.
I don't know what to do.
"Why don't you go see him after detention, in his room, and talk to Harry about it."
"Who ever said it was Harry?!" asked an enraged Draco.
"Come now boy, I told you I can read your mind!" said Flamel. Malfoy scowled. There was no was he would go see Potter tonight.
*** Harry was walking around the school aimlessly, thinking about Draco, when he ran into Madame Hooch.
"Harry, can you do me a favor?", she asked. Harry groaned to himself. He nodded his head reluctantly.
"Take this note to Slytherin house, and give it to Draco Malfoy. You know who he is, I'm sure." Harry nodded again. "You sure are quiet today, Harry. Anything on your mind?
"Did you ever really want something, but were afraid to ask for it?", he asked. Madame Hooch looked confused.
"Something like what?" she asked him back. Harry hesitated.
"A p-person." he managed to stutter out.
"Any one in particular?"
I will NOT tell her.. I will NOT tell her..
"Just some gu- girl! Just some.. Ravenclaw girl, not important. Nevermind. Thanks Madame Hooch!", Harry yelled as he ran towards the Slytherin tower with the note.
Great. How in the hell am I going to get this note to Draco?
***
Draco spent the rest of the day thinking about Harry, not knowing that Harry was on his was to the Slytherin tower with a note from Madame Hooch to the captain of the Quidditch team. Harry didn't want to take the note, but he did anyway.
Harry came to the Slytherin door-painting.
"Password?" it asked.
"I don't know it, I come with a note for Draco Malfoy.", Harry told it.
"Let me see if he's in.", the painting hissed at Harry. He sat there, waiting for the painting to return, when Malfoy walked up behind him.
"What are you doing here, Potter?", Malfoy demanded. Harry whipped his head around in surprise. He started breathing heavily and tryed to reply coolly.
"I have a note for you, from Madame Hooch."
"Do you really, Potter? Or are you just here to stalk me?" Malfoy chuckled at his own cleverness.
The second one.
"Yeah Malfoy, I do. Here." Harry handed the note to Malfoy, who read it to himself. Harry waited as though he needed some sort of response.
"What? Why are you still here? You delivered the note, didn't you? Beat it." Harry felt his hopes dropping and turned around to leave without saying a word.
Malfoy saw Harry's look of disappointment, and ran after him.
"You know Potter, you could use a bit of flying practice." Malfoy told him. "I could.. help you after school tomorrow. That is, if you can handle my moves."
"I can handle you just fine, Malfoy." Malfoy felt his chest tighten up." I mean, I can handle your moves just fine." Malfoy loosened up and looked at Harry."
"Fine. Meet me in the Quidditch field tomorrow at 4 o'clock."
"Why not today?" Harry said eagerly.
I wish, Harry. I really do."
"I have detention." Malfoy said bitterly. They parted ways, each dying for 4pm tomorrow to come.
Flying Emotions. Malfoy's detention was long and hard. Four hours of helping Hagrid give Fang a bath. When it ended, Malfoy ran back to the Slytherin tower and tried as hard as he could to get to sleeping, hoping ferociously that tomorrow would come.
Harry, over in the Gryffindor house, couldn't sleep. He kept wondering what tomorrow would be like.
They both feel asleep and dreampt of the same thing: each other.
*** Herbology, Potions, History. The three classes of the day dragged on and on. Harry had nearly gotten himself detention for being tardy in two classes, but he talked his way out of it each time. It was 3 o'clock, and Harry had an hour before it was time to meet Malfoy.
He decieded to tell Ron and Hermione that he did have detention so they wouldn't ask why he wouldn't see them after school.
"Oh that's bloody awful.", Ron said.
"Serves him right for being late.", was Hermione's response; and so that was settled.
Harry tried to relax in the Gryffindor common room for a little while, but found that he was incredibly nervous. When quarter of 4 came, Harry grabbed his Nimbus 2000 and ran to meet Malfoy.
4:oo. Malfoy was waiting near the hoops. Broom in hand, and still in his uniform. He saw Harry waiting near the opposite hoops, and flew over to him.
"You're late, Potter."
"No, you're early."
"Get on your broom, let's go." Harry climbed on, and soared up next to Malfoy. "Follow me." Malfoy lead Harry through a maze of sharp turns, loop-the-loops, flips and dangerous nose dives, Harry was able to follow him with ease.
"Kid stuff." Harry gloated. Malfoy scowled. He took off, taking his broom under the stands, near where he had saved Harry's life. Harry followed, but Draco was too far ahead. Draco came out from under the stands and was sitting on the ground near the hoops, when Harry finally emerged.
"Where'd you-"
"Tricked you, didn't I, Potter." Malfoy grinned.
WHAT a smile!
Harry liked Malfoy's smile, he didn't get to see it much. Malfoy stood up and walked over to Harry. He placed himself right infront of Harry, so they were face to face, just like the day in the Gryffindor bed chambers. Harry didn't say a word and neither did Draco. Draco wasn't smiling, but he wasn't scowling either. His face wasn't completely emotionless, although Harry wouldn't know. He stared at Malfoy, looking at Draco's features. His silver-blue eyes, his round nose, pale cheeks and full lips, which were slightly parted, as he was breathing somewhat heavily. He was trembling a little, too.
Harry couldn't take it. He grabbed both of Malfoy's hands in his own, and pulled him close. He didn't care that this would change everything, he didn't care what people would think, and he didn't care that Draco was a Slytherin. He wanted Draco, and he would take him. He leaned in to kiss Draco, but Draco was there before him. He plunged his tongue in Harry's mouth, and Harry was taken back by his feelings.
This is.. I'm kissing Draco Malfoy. I'm mmmm...
Draco pulled Harry even closer and wrapped his arms around him. Harry was running his own hands down Draco's sides, feeling his curves, and rested his hands on his hips. Harry was kissing Draco's neck now, feathering the area under his chin with his lips. Draco turned things around and kissed Harry's neck, leaving him with a rather large hickey. Both Harry and Malfoy were loving this moment. Draco was shaking a little less than Harry. Neither had ever experienced a kiss like this one, and didn't want it to end, although they both knew it had to. The boys' kiss had finally ended, with Draco kissing Harry's lower lip as the last of it. Both were afraid to open their eyes.
What if he didn't want it? What if he tells the Slytherins?
Harry finally looked up at Draco, who was staring into his hands, which were still combined with Harry's. Snapping out of his daze, he broke away from Harry.
"You'd better not tell anyone this happened, Potter!"
"Draco, you know I won't.", said Harry. "Have you forgotten that I kissed too?"
"Ugh, don't say that word. Kiss.", said Malfoy with disgust and he mounted his broom and zoomed away. This left Harry confused.
He didn't want it. Oh god. I've ruined EVERYTHING.
***
Harry didn't go to dinner, he didn't even go back to his house, he just ran to the one person he trusted most - Hagrid.
"'lo Harry, what's new."
"Hagrid, can I tell you a secret?"
"Of course you can."
"I just kissed Draco Malfoy." Hagrid looked at Harry and exploded with laughter.
"Sure, and I'm a Slytherin!" he said.
"I'm serious!", Harry protested, but still Hagrid laughed. "Look!" Harry moved his scarf to reveal the large purple blotch on his neck.
"Why, Harry! Is that a-"
"Yes, and it's from Draco, now listen." Harry told him what Draco had said, and how he had acted after the kiss. Hagrid apologized and told Harry he didn't know what to say. Disheartened, Harry returned to Gryffindor and didn't say a word the rest of the day.
*** Draco didn't say anything either.
"Hey Draco, I told Hermione she was as ugly as Goyle here, and she gave him a tail!", Crabbe rambled on and on. Draco didn't hear a word of it though, as he was going insane, thinking about Harry. He didn't understand why he left so abruptly. Worse of all, he felt terrible.
He decieded he had to make it up to Harry. He left the Slytherin tower, and walked to Gryffindor, there, he waited outside the Fat Lady and tried to awaken her for nearly an hour. Draco was near tears. It'd soon be morning, and he'd have no time to tell Harry how he felt, and he was afraid. He feared that Harry would hate him by then. Draco realized somehting. Harry does hate him. Now Draco had even more motivation to set things right. He must tell Harry the truth.
"Please! Please I beg you, wake up!", he pleaded to the sleeping portrait. "PLEASE! I must talk to Harry Potter! Please? Please, please please!" Draco's cries were muffled by something foreign to him. He was crying.
I can't believe how much I care.
Draco was overwhelmed. He leaned against the Fat Lady's portrait. His knees buckeled, and he was leaning on the wall for support.
Harry. Harry.
He kept repeating his name over and over in his mind. His heart was wrenched between pride and romance, and Draco was screwing over pride completely. His mind was focused on one thing only right now, Harry.
Draco had fallen to his knees. His crying had ceased, but still he wimpered. He realized that he wasn't going to wake up the Fat Lady, and stood up. He took one last look and began to walk away, hoping that with each step, if maybe he'd turn around, the door would be opened, but the door never opened. Still, Draco begged whoever would hear him to open. He wanted to claim Harry's hands in his own, and hold him til morning.
Draco, exhausted, went back to Slytherin, and feel fast asleep, never realizing Harry might not have been in his arms, but he was in his heart. Whether Draco liked it or not.
When Harry walked into the dark hallways of the dungeon, he felt a chill go up his spine.
Malfoy will be there.
Harry was the first one to arrive in class. Professor Snape wasn't even there yet. Harry took a seat on the left hand side of the room in the front row. A few Slytherins walked in, snickering about something, or someone rather. They were always gossiping, especially the Slytherin girls, led by Pansy Parkinson. When she walked in the room, she took on look at Harry and began whispering furiously to another Slytherin girl. Harry rolled his eyes. He knew she was whispering about him. He knew all about her. Malfoy took her to the Yule Ball. She did wretchedly poor in classes and was awfully annoying. Malfoy was repulsed by her now.
Speaking of Malfoy, he was sitting in the corner with Crabbe and Goyle, brewing up something foul smelling. They kept looking at Hermione and snickering. Malfoy reached into his cauldren and pulled out a slimey ball- like thing.
"This one's for the mudblood!"he said, and threw it at a horrified Hermione.
Harry grabbed his wand, aimed it at the ball of nasties and shouted "Reciproca!" and the ball stopped in midair and turned around. It was heading for Malfoy. Draco grabbed his wand and said "Duplicatum reciproca!" And the ball was aimed for Hermione again.
"Petrificus leviosa" Harry shouted and the ball froze in it's place, inches from Hermione's head. "Euh..." Malfoy didn't know which spell to use. "Expelliarmus!" Harry yelled, and the ball exploded. Harry looked exuberantly at Malfoy who as scowling at him. He's so cute when he's mad. Harry laughed aloud at his thoughts. "What are you laughing at Potter?" asked a very pissed Malfoy. "Nothing." "I didn't think so." he said and stormed off. Harry and the rest of the class were dismissed moments later when Snape returned to class. Harry didn't know it, but Snape had seen the whole thing from the door frame.
"Draco, Potter!" Snape called. Malfoy and Potter stopped and walked to Snape's desk. "I saw the whole thing and I know that you, Malfoy started it with your stink ball. I don't appriciate foul behavior- even in my own house." Snape looked at Harry. "And Mr. Potter, for retaliating, 50 points from Gryffindor."
Draco looked almost triumphant.
"And althought I won't take points from Slytherin, Malfoy, I will give you detention."
Malfoy groaned. "Your detention will be at midnight. Take yourself to Hagrid's shed and he'll tell you what to do." Malfoy shot Harry a look and left for his next class.
Detention. The day flew by for Harry and his friends, but not for Draco Malfoy. Time didn't seem to move through Defense Against the Dark Arts and History. It was only 3pm when his classes were through. He decieded to go talk to Snape about his detention. He walked rigidly through the empty corridors, and for the first time, stopping every few feet to look at the moving photographs on the wall. Draco sighed.
What am I going to do about Potter? He couldn't possibly-
"Like you back?" came a voice.
Draco jumped and looked around. "Who said that?" he demanded. All the moving photographs looked for the owner of the mysterious voice, too.
"I'm right in front of you!" said the voice. Draco turned and came face to face with the voice. It was a photo of the famous alchemist, Nicolas Flamel, and he was talking to Draco.
"How did you know what I was thinking about?" asked Draco naively. Nicolas Flamel looked at Draco like he was a moron.
"Don't you study history, boy? I'm Nicolas Flamel, I can read minds, it's part of why I'm so famous." answered the photo.
"You're not the real Flamel, you're just a painting." Draco protested.
"I'm a photo actually, but I'm still Nicolas Flamel, and don't argue or I'll take 5 points from Slytherin."
Malfoy shut his mouth.
Okay then Flamel, what am I to do about Potter?
"If you're wandering about it, talk to him."
I can't. I know he doesn't feel the same way.
"You never know until you ask him, boy, why won't you just speak to me, it's alot easier." said Flamel.
I can't risk anyone hearing this! Are you mad? I'd be laughed out of Hogwarts!
"Maybe that wouldn't be so bad." said Flamel quietly. Malfoy, irritated by Flamel, took his wand out of his pocket.
"Are you going to listen and help, or do I have to evaporate you?"
"Okay, okay. Put that thing away!" said Flamel.
I don't know what to do.
"Why don't you go see him after detention, in his room, and talk to Harry about it."
"Who ever said it was Harry?!" asked an enraged Draco.
"Come now boy, I told you I can read your mind!" said Flamel. Malfoy scowled. There was no was he would go see Potter tonight.
*** Harry was walking around the school aimlessly, thinking about Draco, when he ran into Madame Hooch.
"Harry, can you do me a favor?", she asked. Harry groaned to himself. He nodded his head reluctantly.
"Take this note to Slytherin house, and give it to Draco Malfoy. You know who he is, I'm sure." Harry nodded again. "You sure are quiet today, Harry. Anything on your mind?
"Did you ever really want something, but were afraid to ask for it?", he asked. Madame Hooch looked confused.
"Something like what?" she asked him back. Harry hesitated.
"A p-person." he managed to stutter out.
"Any one in particular?"
I will NOT tell her.. I will NOT tell her..
"Just some gu- girl! Just some.. Ravenclaw girl, not important. Nevermind. Thanks Madame Hooch!", Harry yelled as he ran towards the Slytherin tower with the note.
Great. How in the hell am I going to get this note to Draco?
***
Draco spent the rest of the day thinking about Harry, not knowing that Harry was on his was to the Slytherin tower with a note from Madame Hooch to the captain of the Quidditch team. Harry didn't want to take the note, but he did anyway.
Harry came to the Slytherin door-painting.
"Password?" it asked.
"I don't know it, I come with a note for Draco Malfoy.", Harry told it.
"Let me see if he's in.", the painting hissed at Harry. He sat there, waiting for the painting to return, when Malfoy walked up behind him.
"What are you doing here, Potter?", Malfoy demanded. Harry whipped his head around in surprise. He started breathing heavily and tryed to reply coolly.
"I have a note for you, from Madame Hooch."
"Do you really, Potter? Or are you just here to stalk me?" Malfoy chuckled at his own cleverness.
The second one.
"Yeah Malfoy, I do. Here." Harry handed the note to Malfoy, who read it to himself. Harry waited as though he needed some sort of response.
"What? Why are you still here? You delivered the note, didn't you? Beat it." Harry felt his hopes dropping and turned around to leave without saying a word.
Malfoy saw Harry's look of disappointment, and ran after him.
"You know Potter, you could use a bit of flying practice." Malfoy told him. "I could.. help you after school tomorrow. That is, if you can handle my moves."
"I can handle you just fine, Malfoy." Malfoy felt his chest tighten up." I mean, I can handle your moves just fine." Malfoy loosened up and looked at Harry."
"Fine. Meet me in the Quidditch field tomorrow at 4 o'clock."
"Why not today?" Harry said eagerly.
I wish, Harry. I really do."
"I have detention." Malfoy said bitterly. They parted ways, each dying for 4pm tomorrow to come.
Flying Emotions. Malfoy's detention was long and hard. Four hours of helping Hagrid give Fang a bath. When it ended, Malfoy ran back to the Slytherin tower and tried as hard as he could to get to sleeping, hoping ferociously that tomorrow would come.
Harry, over in the Gryffindor house, couldn't sleep. He kept wondering what tomorrow would be like.
They both feel asleep and dreampt of the same thing: each other.
*** Herbology, Potions, History. The three classes of the day dragged on and on. Harry had nearly gotten himself detention for being tardy in two classes, but he talked his way out of it each time. It was 3 o'clock, and Harry had an hour before it was time to meet Malfoy.
He decieded to tell Ron and Hermione that he did have detention so they wouldn't ask why he wouldn't see them after school.
"Oh that's bloody awful.", Ron said.
"Serves him right for being late.", was Hermione's response; and so that was settled.
Harry tried to relax in the Gryffindor common room for a little while, but found that he was incredibly nervous. When quarter of 4 came, Harry grabbed his Nimbus 2000 and ran to meet Malfoy.
4:oo. Malfoy was waiting near the hoops. Broom in hand, and still in his uniform. He saw Harry waiting near the opposite hoops, and flew over to him.
"You're late, Potter."
"No, you're early."
"Get on your broom, let's go." Harry climbed on, and soared up next to Malfoy. "Follow me." Malfoy lead Harry through a maze of sharp turns, loop-the-loops, flips and dangerous nose dives, Harry was able to follow him with ease.
"Kid stuff." Harry gloated. Malfoy scowled. He took off, taking his broom under the stands, near where he had saved Harry's life. Harry followed, but Draco was too far ahead. Draco came out from under the stands and was sitting on the ground near the hoops, when Harry finally emerged.
"Where'd you-"
"Tricked you, didn't I, Potter." Malfoy grinned.
WHAT a smile!
Harry liked Malfoy's smile, he didn't get to see it much. Malfoy stood up and walked over to Harry. He placed himself right infront of Harry, so they were face to face, just like the day in the Gryffindor bed chambers. Harry didn't say a word and neither did Draco. Draco wasn't smiling, but he wasn't scowling either. His face wasn't completely emotionless, although Harry wouldn't know. He stared at Malfoy, looking at Draco's features. His silver-blue eyes, his round nose, pale cheeks and full lips, which were slightly parted, as he was breathing somewhat heavily. He was trembling a little, too.
Harry couldn't take it. He grabbed both of Malfoy's hands in his own, and pulled him close. He didn't care that this would change everything, he didn't care what people would think, and he didn't care that Draco was a Slytherin. He wanted Draco, and he would take him. He leaned in to kiss Draco, but Draco was there before him. He plunged his tongue in Harry's mouth, and Harry was taken back by his feelings.
This is.. I'm kissing Draco Malfoy. I'm mmmm...
Draco pulled Harry even closer and wrapped his arms around him. Harry was running his own hands down Draco's sides, feeling his curves, and rested his hands on his hips. Harry was kissing Draco's neck now, feathering the area under his chin with his lips. Draco turned things around and kissed Harry's neck, leaving him with a rather large hickey. Both Harry and Malfoy were loving this moment. Draco was shaking a little less than Harry. Neither had ever experienced a kiss like this one, and didn't want it to end, although they both knew it had to. The boys' kiss had finally ended, with Draco kissing Harry's lower lip as the last of it. Both were afraid to open their eyes.
What if he didn't want it? What if he tells the Slytherins?
Harry finally looked up at Draco, who was staring into his hands, which were still combined with Harry's. Snapping out of his daze, he broke away from Harry.
"You'd better not tell anyone this happened, Potter!"
"Draco, you know I won't.", said Harry. "Have you forgotten that I kissed too?"
"Ugh, don't say that word. Kiss.", said Malfoy with disgust and he mounted his broom and zoomed away. This left Harry confused.
He didn't want it. Oh god. I've ruined EVERYTHING.
***
Harry didn't go to dinner, he didn't even go back to his house, he just ran to the one person he trusted most - Hagrid.
"'lo Harry, what's new."
"Hagrid, can I tell you a secret?"
"Of course you can."
"I just kissed Draco Malfoy." Hagrid looked at Harry and exploded with laughter.
"Sure, and I'm a Slytherin!" he said.
"I'm serious!", Harry protested, but still Hagrid laughed. "Look!" Harry moved his scarf to reveal the large purple blotch on his neck.
"Why, Harry! Is that a-"
"Yes, and it's from Draco, now listen." Harry told him what Draco had said, and how he had acted after the kiss. Hagrid apologized and told Harry he didn't know what to say. Disheartened, Harry returned to Gryffindor and didn't say a word the rest of the day.
*** Draco didn't say anything either.
"Hey Draco, I told Hermione she was as ugly as Goyle here, and she gave him a tail!", Crabbe rambled on and on. Draco didn't hear a word of it though, as he was going insane, thinking about Harry. He didn't understand why he left so abruptly. Worse of all, he felt terrible.
He decieded he had to make it up to Harry. He left the Slytherin tower, and walked to Gryffindor, there, he waited outside the Fat Lady and tried to awaken her for nearly an hour. Draco was near tears. It'd soon be morning, and he'd have no time to tell Harry how he felt, and he was afraid. He feared that Harry would hate him by then. Draco realized somehting. Harry does hate him. Now Draco had even more motivation to set things right. He must tell Harry the truth.
"Please! Please I beg you, wake up!", he pleaded to the sleeping portrait. "PLEASE! I must talk to Harry Potter! Please? Please, please please!" Draco's cries were muffled by something foreign to him. He was crying.
I can't believe how much I care.
Draco was overwhelmed. He leaned against the Fat Lady's portrait. His knees buckeled, and he was leaning on the wall for support.
Harry. Harry.
He kept repeating his name over and over in his mind. His heart was wrenched between pride and romance, and Draco was screwing over pride completely. His mind was focused on one thing only right now, Harry.
Draco had fallen to his knees. His crying had ceased, but still he wimpered. He realized that he wasn't going to wake up the Fat Lady, and stood up. He took one last look and began to walk away, hoping that with each step, if maybe he'd turn around, the door would be opened, but the door never opened. Still, Draco begged whoever would hear him to open. He wanted to claim Harry's hands in his own, and hold him til morning.
Draco, exhausted, went back to Slytherin, and feel fast asleep, never realizing Harry might not have been in his arms, but he was in his heart. Whether Draco liked it or not.