by Jas - Check back in for Draco's on monday :) Give Jas some time for her Harrys. Thanks for being so patient! We can guarantee that it will get slightly more tangled and interesting in chapters to come.

Harry's POV

I wander around after lessons, deciding to go outside – where I can mull over the previous week and everything else. I unwittingly walk to the Pitch, and some people are already there. The Slytherin team is practicing. I realise that their seeker is no where in the sky, but on the ground; clutching his broomstick and looking doubtful.
So much for thinking, now.
I fold my arms and decide to watch. What are you gonna do?, I wordlessly mock him. I'm guessing he saw me watching, because he suddenly looks as if flying was child's play. And trying to impress me, or just being the old Malfoy-self, he kicks hard at the grass; a blur of dark green and white shoots up.
I contemplate walking away - since Draco Malfoy is no longer afraid of flying – but I seem incapable of movement. I must look like a complete idiot; shoulder glued to castle wall; just watching him. And it's Malfoy, for goodness sake.
Like we're on good terms or something, he invites me to join the training. I think he has he gone off his rocker! Either that or he sure is good at pretending, like nothing happened between us, except for the little bust up with McGonagall in Transfiguration. And I was trying my damn best to concentrate in class. I had a feeling that that had something to do with last night's event. I'm even questioning if it did happen. It... couldn't have been a... dream, could it? I hope it was, but then again, I hope it wasn't.
I look up at him, trying to come up with an answer. His white- blond hair falls around his face as he peers down, with an odd, dreamy expression-- It's hard not to leave. And apparently, I have no answer.
Damned Malfoy.
That's it. I'm out of here.
I jog back to the Dormitory, desperately in need of a place to just rest. My annoyance grows with every flight of stairs passed. How often do I face this peculiar feeling of disappointment coupled with something-else? The closest any situation could have gotten may be the time when I was with Cho. Yet, that was still very different from this.

I sprint up the remaining steps to the Dormitory, refusing to look anywhere else, if anyone is in the Common Room at all.
Why am I bothered? Why do I even let him get to me? I'm so predictable that it's probably all too easy for him.
I flop onto my bed and almost involuntarily, dig out that mirror --- it is our channel of communication. Sometimes I still wonder if sending him the mirror was a good idea. I yell his name into it; obviously forgetting that he is at training.
Nothing.
I leave the mirror and my glasses somewhere on the bedside table, and fall asleep.

An abrupt jerk wakes me and I realise the room is nearly pitch-black, except for a dim source of light. It is 12-fucking-midnight. I am only feeling slightly better, but bloody hungry, considering I missed dinner. I could always sneak down to the Kitchens though.
I sit up and something on the table reflects whatever moonlight there is. Hmm. Then again, I could choose to disturb Malfoy instead.
I creep out of the Dormitory, making sure the door was properly shut before heading to the Common Room, where I sit on my favourite squishy arm chair. "Draco Malfoy." I'm quite tired of thinking about that name; I don't even want to say it. He had better answer.
There is no image in the mirror. Well, it's probably just as bright in the Slytherin Tower. But I think I see a hint of his blond hair.
I wait.
Then an image of his face appears. I am quite disappointed that he doesn't look half as irritated as I expected him to be. He looks rather contented, in fact.
I reproach him for what he did. I decide to say whatever's on my mind, and "You kissed me!" comes out in a tone far from composed.
"... I had to do something to shut you up, right?"
If I'd remember properly, it was you who wanted to talk.
"I mean, that kiss was just one kiss, I didn't think you'd be so hot in your pants for another one."
I am definitely not impressed. Stupid twit of a Malfoy. I would have hexed him right there and then, if I could. My mind refuses to form a complete sentence quite soon as I would have liked it to.
He takes his turn to leave before I can retort.