Warning: this fic contains potential slash
Subconscious Desires
The Blond boy pushed his paper across the desk and sighed. He hated exams; they were such a bore. For the most part they weren't all that challenging. His was good at school, it was just the pressure people placed on him that got to him.
He stretched his arms and looked around. There were rows of desks in the great hall where students were scribbling away madly in an attempt to complete their exams in the allocated time.
As he look around, there appeared to be only one other student who was finished, and she was seated calmly at her desk staring blankly at the front of the hall.
"Bloody Grainger," Draco sneered.
Draco hated that she had finished before him. He hated being upstaged by anyone. It wasn't really the fact that she was muggle-born that riled him. No, he hated the fact that he was being upstaged by a girl.
He knew it was immature, but he couldn't help it. That was just how he felt.
Draco looked up at the clock at the front of the hall. He had twenty minutes. Great. Twenty minutes of sitting and waiting to be let out of the room.
He looked down at his paper. He knew he should probably go through it again. The teachers always told them that if they finished an exam early, they should check over it, but who ever did?
Draco picked up his pen and took a piece of scrap paper fro the pile provided by the teachers and began to doodle.
He didn't exactly know what he was drawing to begin with, but after a while the drawing began to take on the dimensions of a face.
Draco continued drawing in silence while he waited to be released.
"You have ten minutes remaining," Professor McGonagal advised from the front of the hall.
At the sound of her voice, Draco looked up briefly. When he looked down at his sketch, he realised he wasn't drawing just any face, it was the face of someone he knew. He couldn't quite recognise who it was, but it was definitely the face of someone familiar.
Curious, and realising that this was probably some kind of Freudian slip, the expression of some subconscious desire, Draco continued drawing.
While the other students around him issued a panic-stricken attempt to finish their exams before time ran out, Draco sketched calmly on, feeling slightly detached from what was going on around him.
"That's it. Times up. Put your pens down please," Professor McGonagal commanded.
Draco looked up. The last ten minutes had passed rather quickly for him, because he had been completely absorbed in what he was doing.
He looked down again at his drawing and dropped his pen as if it burnt.
The face on the paper that stared back at him was easily recognisable.
It was Harry Potter.
The face staring at his was unmistakable. Sure the glasses and most of the mess of hair were missing, but other than that it was an incredibly anatomically precise sketch.
Hmmm… Harry looked quite good without his glasses.
Draco shook his head in horror. Where had that thought come from?
As Professor Snape came to collect Draco's exam, the blond Slytherin tore his drawing to shreds and fled from the room.
~ fin ~