Let Me Love You
Chapter Three
Harry couldn't believe that his most tortured memory and most hated rival was here before his eyes in the very flesh, it was unnerving.
"Cat got your tongue Potter" Malfoy hissed and Harry immediately regained his turbulent thoughts and cast impassive eyes on the figure seated before him, he conceded that Draco had changed over the years.
The promise of youthful perfection was fulfilled and Draco looked beautiful, his pale skin glowed in the dim light and his silver blonde hair was slicked back from his face which had taken a more mature appeal over the years the angles softening his features in a way that took the breath away.
"Not at all Malfoy" he countered.
(You're cynical and beautiful, you always make a scene)
He couldn't understand why he was being punished, his every waking thought had centered solely on the man that was now situated before him and now here he was sat before him looking at him in a way that made Harry want to cringe.
It hurt him more than he would have liked to concede.
(You're monochrome delirious, you're nothing that you seem)
Draco hated the way his heart had suddenly picked up pace he was a Malfoy for heavens sake people weren't supposed to effect him like this yet here he was almost drooling at the sight on a much older Harry Potter.
His hair was still unruly but his physique was something to be admired, he had a body that even the finest sculptor in the world would not be able to do justice; once again looking into the emerald green eyes of the Gryffindor Golden Boy he was able to see why he had had a hard time forgetting him.
(I'm drowning in your vanity; your laugh is a disease)
He mentally shook himself what was he thinking? He hated him, he was always so god damned perfect and Draco hated that, hated that he had to work so hard just to be recognized whereas Harry had had everything handed to him always.
But if he hated him then why was he suddenly finding it hard to breathe?
(You're dirty and you're sweet, you know you're everything I need)
"See you're with the Weasel and the Mudblood" he said sardonically and inwardly groaned as Harry flinched and his eyes heated with simmering hatred.
(Everything you are falls from the sky like a star, everything you are, whatever ever you want)
Harry felt anger bubble inside him, Draco may have matured on the outside but on the inside he was just the same spoiled insufferable and annoying immature to the end why the hell should he have changed.
He shook his head.
"I'm a lot wiser to you now Malfoy we're no longer in Hogwarts and I don't have to raise to your bait so if you'll excuse us we have other plans" Harry countered and turned his back on him walking towards the redhead Draco had been talking to earlier at the bar.
(I wanna kick at the machine, which made you piss away your dreams)
"Harry this is my cousin Rachael" Ron introduced her and she beamed at him, Harry felt thoroughly charmed and decided that this evening wouldn't be as bad as he had thought.
But all the while he was conscious of the eyes that rested on him and he knew that if he turned his head he would clash with a mercury storm so he kept his gaze on the woman before him and leaned in whispering something in her ear she giggled and he signaled the bar man to order the drinks.
Draco was fuming Harry Potter had turned his back on him and walked away, nobody did that to a Malfoy NOBODY!
He watched him chat with the Weasley girl whispering intimately with her and felt envy bubbly along his veins surely he wasn't jealous, no he couldn't be...could he?
(And tear at your defenses, till there's nothing there but me)
He downed some of his drink feeling the fire work its way down into his body warming him a little but not where it mattered, not where he needed warming the most.
Not his soul, and never his heart.
His eyes bore holes in the back of Harry's head and he was irritated that he didn't even look back. Wasn't he worth a second glance? Oh god he sounded like a spoiled little school boy.
But then he had been hadn't he.
He'd seen the anger in Harry's eyes and smiled he still had the ability to get to him like he always had, so his charm wasn't lost totally but a part of him was sad that Harry had looked at him in only anger.
Oh my god what was going on here?
(You're angry when you're beautiful; your love is such tease)
He downed the rest of his drink slamming the glass down with unnecessary force and the ice rattled in the glass.
Ice.
It reminded him of Harry, to Draco he had always been so cold so impassive the ultimate challenged and he pondered what it would be like to melt away the Gryffindor's chilly disposition.
To strip away the ice that always shrouded him whenever he was around him, with the others he was all warmth and heat but with Draco he was as cold as the arctic sea.
He wanted to feel Harry's passion just once and know that he had been the one to cause it.
(I'm drowning in your dizzy noise, I wanna feel you scream)
But then miracles never happened did they and Draco conceded that he didn't always get his own way.
Sighing he stood and made his way out casting one last loot at the happy quartet at the bar sadness clutched at him and he pushed open the door stepping out into the cold night.
Harry turned his eyes and spotted silvery blonde hair disappearing out into the night.
Why did things have to be so complicated?
Why was it that after everything he had been through, the countless offers he had had and the admiration he received that he wanted the one person that he could never hope to have.
Loved the one person who hated him more than the dark lord had done.
He felt tears form in his eyes, he couldn't cry not here when Rachael was looking at him so adoringly, she may have been instantly smitten but Harry didn't have the heart to tell her that she was wasting her time.
His heart would always belong to another, it lay rested in the soul of someone who would never accept it and would have no use for such a thing.
He nearly laughed out loud when he thought of it.
Fate it seemed was not without a sense of irony he conceded and began to get involved in the conversation.
But through it all sadness lingered at the back of his mind.
(Everything you are falls from the sky like a star, everything you are, whatever ever you want)
He wanted Draco.
A/N: What do you think good bad I hope that you like, the lyrics are from the Goo Goo Dolls Dizzy I just love that band they are so cool! Anyway review sorry the chapters so short but I hope you enjoyed anyway and thank you to those who reviewed