Author's note: I'd like to start off by saying thank you to my reviewers. I love you all! I only wish there were more of you. I hope you all like this chapter; it's one of my favorites so far. I wanted to get this up sooner but there has been a lot of happenings in who Ville between me going on collage tours and everyday high school Drama. (Onstage and otherwise.) So without any further ado I'd like to present chapter 7, Enjoy!
Chapter 7: What do you wantTwo days later when Harry was on his way to the room in order to meet Draco, he literally ran into Justin Finch-Fletchley. Books and papers went flying and the two boys landed in a tangle of limbs on the hard stone floor. Justin, who was on top, groaned and lifted himself from the other boy. "I'm sorry, I wasn't looking where I was going."
Harry rubbed the bump that was forming on the back of his head and smiled weakly at Justin. "That's ok, neither was I. At least neither of us was were horribly injured." The two of them chuckled at that.
"Umm Justin, do you think that you could get off me now?" The Hufflepuff flushed, got off Harry immediately and began picking up his books and papers as quickly as possible. Harry followed his example and retrieved his things as well. Justin finished first and helped Harry get his.
"Thanks"
"No problem, I'll see you around." He leaned forward and kissed Harry on the cheek before making a hasty exit down the hall.
The Gryffindor stood there for a moment, not really sure what just happened. He shrugged his shoulders and continued on his way.
Meanwhile a young blond was angrily pacing around an old art room. He was pissed, annoyed angry and jealous all at once. How could Harry be flirting only to have it all spoiled by a fucking Hufflepuff!
'Let whatever this is run it's course' she says. 'Annoyingly right my ass! That bitch was wrong and now I've lost Harry!'
:Oh will you shut up! You haven't lost anything; you don't even know what happened. Why don't you talk to him before you start jumping to conclusions: The voice in his head was beginning to sound oddly like Pansy.
It was at that moment that the door opened and in walked Harry.
"You will never believe was just…what's wrong? Harry's expression changed from confused/amused to confused/concerned.
Draco began to pace again as he babbled about everything that had been going on in his head. "'What's wrong' he says. What's fucking wrong? I'LL TELL YOU WHAT'S FUCKING WRONG! I spend weeks dropping hints and flirting with you, just hoping that you will get the hint and tell me what you want! But then you go and flirt with that Hufflepuff in the hall and I have no idea what we are! What the hell do you want Harry? WHAT THE FUCK ARE WE?!"
After the blonde's explosion the room was silent. The two occupants stood locked in a staring contest that seemed to last forever. Draco's gaze was expectant and Harry's was a sea of confusion until it clicked.
"You saw that and you like me and…you're jealous." Harry's head was reeling, he couldn't even form full sentences.
The Slytherin was aghast at the last statement. "I am not jealous! I simply want to know where we stand because I'm sick of not knowing and… and…" He broke off as he tried to decide whether to admit what came next. "I'm jealous."
Harry's eye's widened. It was different to have someone rather then you just speculating.
"So, you really do like me?" At Draco's nod he continued. " You know what, I think I need to go to…I need to go." Harry made to leave but Draco's voice stopped him.
"Harry, look I'm…"
"No!" The Gryffindor cut him off. "Don't be sorry. I just need to think. I'll see you tomorrow."
Having said what was needed he left and ran up to his dorm, ignoring questions that were thrown at him by his peers. He was relived to find his room empty. He rushed over to his bed and pulled out a sketchpad from under his pillow. He needed to get his thoughts together before he decided what to do and the best way to do that was drawing. So he began to sketch out a shape without even really knowing what he was doing. While he did this, time passed and thoughts flew around his head. He was pretty sure he liked the blond too but he wasn't sure if he was ready for a relationship. He also didn't want to jeopardize his friendship.
Suddenly the room to the dorm flew open to reveal a very pissed off Hermione. "Do you have any idea how long I've been outside that door calling your name?"
Harry was stunned; he hadn't noticed anything that was going on outside the door. He sighed, put down his sketchbook and looked at Hermione.
"Look 'Mione, I really don't want to talk to anyone right now."
She crossed her arms and glared at him. "I don't really care what you want, you bipolar little twit! You are going to talk to be whether you like it or not. There is obviously something bothering you and you need to talk to someone to someone or you're going to turn right back into the annoying broody Harry and I've become quite fond of happy Harry, except for the fact that he sneaks off at odd times and doesn't tell me anything! So tell me what's going on!"
Harry had backed up to his headboard at that point with Hermione almost on top of him as she yelled.
"Umm 'Mione" he said in a meek voice.
"What?"
"You kind of need to back off a bit."
In a split second all the anger in her eyes was gone and she looked around as if just noticing where she was. "Oh, sorry about that." She blushed and moved to sit next to sit next to him on the bed.
Once they were both sitting comfortably she spoke again but it a much calmer tone then before.
"Ok, now tell me what's going on so I can help you."
Harry ran a hand through his messy raven locks, trying to stall so he could figure out where to begin. "Alright, so you know how I told you Draco and I have been talking?" She raised an eyebrow at the use of the blonde's first name but nodded for him to continue.
He explained everything to her from beginning, right up until an hour ago when Draco had confessed his true feelings. When he was done he watched Hermione for her reaction.
She was in calculation mode, running through all the information she had just received and what she had seen within the past few months. It all seemed feasible, Malfoy had been a lot less aggravating this year, in fact he hadn't really acknowledged any of the Gryffindors in public all year.
"Well I guess there is only one question you have to ask yourself." Harry tilted his head to one side and gave her a confused look. "Do you feel the same way about him as he feels about you?"
Harry was floored by her reaction to all of this. "You mean you're not upset?"
Hermione sighed and went into tutoring mode so she could explain what was going on in her head. "Harry, I won't lie to you and say that I'm not surprised and a little skeptical about this entire situation, but I do know that you've been happier these past few weeks then you've been in a long time and anyone that can do that for you is worth a second chance. So once again, do you feel the same way?"
Harry stared at her for a long time. His mind was a jumble with everything that had been going on. He let his eyes drop from his friend to his lap where he saw the sketchpad that he had been using just minutes before. It was open to the page he had been working on and staring up at him was the answer to that burning question, the unmistakable face of Draco Malfoy.
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