Potions. Dracos first lesson with the Griffindors since the party. Dracos first lesson with Harry. His stomach squirmed.
Draco strolled into the dungeons trying to look confident, yet shaking slightly. Harry turned round to see Draco. Dracos heart pounded.
"Meet me at the end." Draco whispered in his ear as he walked past. "Just you."
Harry's insides were in a knot.
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Harry waited nervously as Malfoy walked out.
"What do you want." he asked coolly, trying to keep his voice level. "If its money or..." he said stupidly.
"Do i look like I need money Potter?"
Draco met Harry's eyes for a moment. He felt empty. He couldn't do this. He rubbed his arm, lifting his sleeve just a little to far.
Harry stared. "Malfoy... what...?"
Draco looked down, trying to hide his tears.
Harry gingerly put an arm on Dracos shoulder.
Draco just stared at it, as though not sure how to receive his comfort. This is it, he thought. Now or never.
He leaned forward and kissed Harry quickly on the lips. Harry jumped back slightly in surprise.
"Sorry." Draco mumbled, and he turned away.
"Draco, I..." Harry stammered.
"Its ok, I understand."
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Harry didn't tell Ron what had happened after Potions. Besides the fact he knew exactly how he would react, he and Ron hadn't been particularly talkative towards each other since the party. Ron seemed to feel Harry had taken advantage of him. Harry supposed this was due to the tiny, almost insignificant fact that Ron wasn't actually gay, and had just been very drunk.
Harry couldn't understand the way he was starting to feel. He didn't know how to react to Dracos surprise kiss. He'd only just broken up with Cho, and in the past couple of weeks he had kissed both Ron and Draco, his worst enemy and his best friend. That wasn't even the worst thing. Harry had began to have feelings for Draco. Start to understand why he was like he was. Why, Harry thought miserably, he could be an insufferable git. And now, not only was Ron not talking o him now, imagine if he told him he fancied Draco Malfoy!
Harry sat slumped back in his chair and sighed. How could you possibly love someone you hate?
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As the days went on, the number of lines on Dracos wrists grew. Draco saw nothing of Harry, except for the odd glance while in the great hall.
Dracos confidence had shrivelled up to nothing. He stopped strolling along the corridors, stopped making snide remarks and stopped boasting about his father. Everything that made people recognise him as Draco died, so he had none to give out to anyone.
Draco had started to skip meals, just to go and sit in his dormitory and avoid awkward silences around people. He sat alone in lessons, not contributing, and his grades gradually started to plummet. He felt weak. He was weak, and their was only one person he felt could change any of that.
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Harry was dreading Care of Magical creatures. He had a knot in his stomach, but wanted to see Draco.
He had never believed that he would have wanted Draco to go back to being evil, just so he could forget about all of this.
But Harry couldn't. He couldn't shake off the memory of what he had seen on Dracos arms.
He couldn't help wondering why.
He couldn't help wanting to help him, to stop him.
And he couldn't help wanting to see him.
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Dracos stomach flipped as he caught his first sight of Harry on his way to Care of magical creatures. He despised this lesson, but at least the great oaf Hagrid was away. He suddenly felt guilt at this thought, for he then realised how much there was in-between himself and Harry, and his heart plummeted as he, once again thought of his father. He didn't think he could look him in the eye anymore.
Harry caught his eye for a brief second, but Draco dropped this contact. He knew he had to stop this. He knew it could never be. He knew he should just go back to being the old Draco.
But something inside him had changed. He didn't want to be Draco. He desperately wanted to be a Griffindor, he even wished that at this moment he was Weasley, as he stood by Harry, and they chuckled. Draco couldn't help wondering whether they were a couple. His heart sank.
"Malfoy." Ron said giving him harsh looks, "What no comment, no smarmy remark?"
"Shut up Ron." Harry muttered under his breathe, not quite meeting Draco in the eye.
"What?! I never thought I'd hear you say that Harry! Protecting an evil git like that?!"
"Shut up Ron!" Harry said raising his voice slightly.
"Well i could understand if it wasn't him but..."
"SHUT UP RON!" Harry screamed. Everyone turned round to stare at him. He glanced at Draco, who was finding his shoelaces particularly interesting at this moment. "I mean... Professor Grubby Plank wants to say something." he said looking at the teacher, who had obviously come running after hearing the noise.
Harry could see out of the corner of his eye Draco was staring at him. So he quickly turned to look at him.
"Thanks." mumbled Draco
"No problem."
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Draco strolled into the dungeons trying to look confident, yet shaking slightly. Harry turned round to see Draco. Dracos heart pounded.
"Meet me at the end." Draco whispered in his ear as he walked past. "Just you."
Harry's insides were in a knot.
END OF SECTION
Harry waited nervously as Malfoy walked out.
"What do you want." he asked coolly, trying to keep his voice level. "If its money or..." he said stupidly.
"Do i look like I need money Potter?"
Draco met Harry's eyes for a moment. He felt empty. He couldn't do this. He rubbed his arm, lifting his sleeve just a little to far.
Harry stared. "Malfoy... what...?"
Draco looked down, trying to hide his tears.
Harry gingerly put an arm on Dracos shoulder.
Draco just stared at it, as though not sure how to receive his comfort. This is it, he thought. Now or never.
He leaned forward and kissed Harry quickly on the lips. Harry jumped back slightly in surprise.
"Sorry." Draco mumbled, and he turned away.
"Draco, I..." Harry stammered.
"Its ok, I understand."
END OF SECTION
Harry didn't tell Ron what had happened after Potions. Besides the fact he knew exactly how he would react, he and Ron hadn't been particularly talkative towards each other since the party. Ron seemed to feel Harry had taken advantage of him. Harry supposed this was due to the tiny, almost insignificant fact that Ron wasn't actually gay, and had just been very drunk.
Harry couldn't understand the way he was starting to feel. He didn't know how to react to Dracos surprise kiss. He'd only just broken up with Cho, and in the past couple of weeks he had kissed both Ron and Draco, his worst enemy and his best friend. That wasn't even the worst thing. Harry had began to have feelings for Draco. Start to understand why he was like he was. Why, Harry thought miserably, he could be an insufferable git. And now, not only was Ron not talking o him now, imagine if he told him he fancied Draco Malfoy!
Harry sat slumped back in his chair and sighed. How could you possibly love someone you hate?
END OF SECTION
As the days went on, the number of lines on Dracos wrists grew. Draco saw nothing of Harry, except for the odd glance while in the great hall.
Dracos confidence had shrivelled up to nothing. He stopped strolling along the corridors, stopped making snide remarks and stopped boasting about his father. Everything that made people recognise him as Draco died, so he had none to give out to anyone.
Draco had started to skip meals, just to go and sit in his dormitory and avoid awkward silences around people. He sat alone in lessons, not contributing, and his grades gradually started to plummet. He felt weak. He was weak, and their was only one person he felt could change any of that.
END OF SECTION
Harry was dreading Care of Magical creatures. He had a knot in his stomach, but wanted to see Draco.
He had never believed that he would have wanted Draco to go back to being evil, just so he could forget about all of this.
But Harry couldn't. He couldn't shake off the memory of what he had seen on Dracos arms.
He couldn't help wondering why.
He couldn't help wanting to help him, to stop him.
And he couldn't help wanting to see him.
END OF SECTION
Dracos stomach flipped as he caught his first sight of Harry on his way to Care of magical creatures. He despised this lesson, but at least the great oaf Hagrid was away. He suddenly felt guilt at this thought, for he then realised how much there was in-between himself and Harry, and his heart plummeted as he, once again thought of his father. He didn't think he could look him in the eye anymore.
Harry caught his eye for a brief second, but Draco dropped this contact. He knew he had to stop this. He knew it could never be. He knew he should just go back to being the old Draco.
But something inside him had changed. He didn't want to be Draco. He desperately wanted to be a Griffindor, he even wished that at this moment he was Weasley, as he stood by Harry, and they chuckled. Draco couldn't help wondering whether they were a couple. His heart sank.
"Malfoy." Ron said giving him harsh looks, "What no comment, no smarmy remark?"
"Shut up Ron." Harry muttered under his breathe, not quite meeting Draco in the eye.
"What?! I never thought I'd hear you say that Harry! Protecting an evil git like that?!"
"Shut up Ron!" Harry said raising his voice slightly.
"Well i could understand if it wasn't him but..."
"SHUT UP RON!" Harry screamed. Everyone turned round to stare at him. He glanced at Draco, who was finding his shoelaces particularly interesting at this moment. "I mean... Professor Grubby Plank wants to say something." he said looking at the teacher, who had obviously come running after hearing the noise.
Harry could see out of the corner of his eye Draco was staring at him. So he quickly turned to look at him.
"Thanks." mumbled Draco
"No problem."
END OF SECTION
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