CHAPTER EIGHT: Eating You Up

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REYAN

Draco is fucking hot. I fucking *love* his hot body . . . I could just *picture* every single thing I was going to do to him . . . of course, if he liked guys. If he didn't - well - then why bother? But damn. I'm starting to grow restless here. He's been moping around for a long time and it's beginning to freak all the Slytherin's out. Even more so than his . . . his . . . *smiling* thing.

But even so . . . I share a room with him. I sleep in the bed next to him . . . I dream about shagging him . . . Which makes my mouth water.

Even now, he's laying in his bed beside me . . . staring at the ceiling with a dazed expression . . . I fucking *love* that expression . . . "Sure. I'd *love* to fuck Draco. Throw him on the ground, rip off his clothing and give him a shag he'll never forget." everyone in my dorm stared at me, including Draco. "I mean . . . oh shit, did I say that out loud?"

Draco began to laugh. And I felt my face grow hot. When he calmed down he sat up in his bed and stared at me. "This is *very* awkward . . . Now, if you don't mind . . ."

"Yeah?" *don't look at his body, don't look at his body . . .*

"I would rather you leave me the fuck alone. You're beginning to *really* scare me." and he quickly left, leaving everyone to stare at me.

One of the people in our house shook his head.

HARRY

Hermione was the first person to notice that I was upset. Of course, it *did* take her a lot longer than I had expected it . . . In fact . . . the thing that probably gave her the hint that I was upset was when I actually wanted to skip Quidditch to do my homework. Ron just gawked at me, like he didn't believe it was possible. Even Hermione held back a face.

"Um . . . I'll come back later . . ." Ron said, edging away from me, "When you're sane . . ." and he left screaming, "HARRY'S GONE MAD!"

Hermione hesitated a moment before her motherly instincts kicked in again and she took a seat beside me. "Harry . . . is there something . . . *wrong*?"

I stared at her, "No. I just . . . like homework . . ."

"No you don't!" she exclaimed. "You're going mad, Harry, Ron was right! We'll have to lock you away - I promise I'll come and visit you - to make sure they aren't trying to kill you or anything. Because . . . well, I *am* your friend Harry-"

"Hermione - I think I'm crushing on Draco."

There was a silence as she took this in. Her eyes widened. "No . . . you don't like Draco . . . You're mad. You've gone crazy. Thousands of ants have crawled into your brain and are controlling it with feelings that you have no power over . . . That *has* to be it!"

"No. I . . . I think I actually *like* Draco . . . although, I guess I could blame it on ants . . . that might make sense . . ."

Hermione went pink. "I can't believe it's DRACO!" several people stared.

"Hermione . . ." I said weakly. "Could you - maybe - keep your voice down?"

"Harry - what has gotten into you?! You've fallen in love with your arch enemy?! Draco Malfoy of *all* people! I don't understand you! It's - it's *DRACO*!" she began to shake me, her grip on my shoulders cutting off the circulation in my arm. "He is a nasty - evil - *thing* -"

"You're . . . choking . .. me!" I exclaimed as her hands tightened around my neck.

The kids in the Common Room noticed Hermione had lost it and tried to pull her off of me. She had gone mad - and she was going to kill me!

HERMIONE

I'm not sure why I'm choking him. I used to like Malfoy. *Ron* used to like Malfoy. So . . . why am I trying to murder Harry?

DRACO

The next morning after Reyan's freak out I went into the Great Hall and everyone stared at me. Nobody said a word, you could hear a pencil land on the carpet. I froze in the doorway and looked behind me, hoping to see somebody else they were staring at . . . but, once again . . . it was me.

I think the school has lost it. They have to of. Suddenly nobody seems to be able to breathe . . . and for some reason I want to do a little dance . . . just to see their reactions of course . . I don't *really* like to dance or anything . . . "Heyyy!" I said cheerfully, shaking my hips side to side.

"TAKE OFF YOUR CLOTHES!" Reyan shouted.

I froze. Several people nodded in agreement. "YOU'VE ALL LOST YOUR MIND! THE WHOLE LOT OF YOU!" and I ran off, trying to straighten out what had just happened . . .

"Did they stare at you too?" a familiar voice said.

"Hey, back off, asshole," I snapped, not even bothering to see who it was.

"I was just asking you a question. Maybe I could tell you *why* they were staring but . . ."

It all came together now. This was *Harry* speaking. "Harry??" I asked, my eyes growing wide. I guess if I wanted to . . . I could look innocent . . . like a Catholic school girl. Except . . . I'm not Catholic. And I'm not a school girl. And . . . Catholic school girls aren't normally *good*. Anyway, I was smiling again, and Harry seemed to hesitate, so I forced it to go away.

The trouble about these people? I can't show I'm happy. It really stinks. Especially since Harry *makes* me happy.

He moved toward me, a small grin on his face. "You know . . . I think I'm beginning to get used to your smile . . ."

"Really?" I wanted to smile then. I had been practicing for this moment. I always knew there would be a time when I had to *pretend* to be Harry's pal . . . I ignored the Voice in my head that told me I had already *tried* to be his friend but it wasn't very successful . . .

"Hey . . . I just wanted to say . . . that I'm sorry." he looked down at the floor as he spoke. And for the first time since my fourth year at Hogwarts . . . I almost hated him again. He was sorry for breaking my heart? I could have moved on about it. Pretend it never happened . . . But now that he apologized there was nothing I could do.

Well, Draco. I always told you the day would come when Harry admitted the truth to you. Maybe if you had listened to me like I told you in the first place you could have avoided this . . . But, you're just stubborn. "Shut up," I said to it, not expecting it to be out loud . . .

"What?" Harry asked.

"Hm? Um . . . *nothing*. I wasn't even speaking to the Voice inside of my head that tries to ruin my way of life by making me think of all the negative things. That wasn't it. At *all*." Harry stared at me. "I told you that wasn't it!" I exclaimed. "Just . . . ahem . . . forget it."

He nodded, tentatively, and continued what he was saying. "I'm sorry . . . because you didn't actually give me the time to finish. You know, you kind of left after I told you I said no . . . But no wasn't what I meant. I've never *liked* a boy before . . . But that doesn't mean that I can't or *won't* like them." he seemed almost reluctant to continue. Inwardly my heart soared. But on the outside I probably showed how mature and accepting I was about these things . . . I'm sure I did . . .

"Well, that's really *great* Potter, but what does it have to do with *me*?"

"Does *everything* have to do with you?" he snapped at me.

"Yes. Everything *does*. Otherwise you wouldn't have come this way to apologize to me about it -"

"I thought that I liked you. But if you're going to be all sassy about it then-" he froze, as if he didn't mean to say that out loud, and then went bright red. "Ignore that," he said. "Um . . . anyway . . . I'm sorry." and then he left, quickly.

It took me a moment to take all of this in. But I didn't understand it. Harry *didn't* like me. It wasn't possible . . . Actually, it was more possible for thousands of ants to have crawled into his brain and began controlling it with feelings that he had no power over. And besides . . . he was still with Kara . . .

A/N: BTW school is starting up again on August 8th, which is tomorrow. I don't know how often I'll be able to update, but I will try as hard as I can. If you give me money . . . Oh yesh, and how was this chapter for length? Better? Yesh. That's what I thought. *smirk*