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Bullet With Butterfly Wings
- Chapter 3 -
Draco groaned at the alarm as he did every morning, and stifled a yawn with the back of his hand. Two days had passed since Binns had set the History assignment and it seemed Harry and him self had gotten no where with it; instead they talked during most of the lesson about anything and everything. He had history most days as he had chosen it as a main subject. Most of the students' wish they hadn't taken it as they never knew people getting blown up and saving the world could be boring - but for Draco History was one of the few classes he shared with Harry and so he loved it.
Although art was still one of his favourite classes as he got to express him self without the use of words.
He glanced at his time table and smiled when he saw he had art for first lesson. The piece of paper was crumpled and torn in places after being used so much the past week and he thought maybe it was time to memorise it. Or not - he preferred spending his time doing more worth while things no matter how boring he presumed he could be.
He held his sketch book in one hand and pushed the door to the art room with the other. He sat down in his usual place near the Irish boy and then wandered to the front of the class collecting paint and brushes, returning to place them neatly in front of him. He didn't mind that Seamus asked to borrow some of his paints; in fact it gave them something to start a conversation on.
Draco was languidly brushing strokes of red and black onto his canvas. He was painting a poppy in his book whilst chatting amiably to Seamus, who occasionally turned around and talked to a boy Draco knew was called Dean Thomas. He was rather good at art, Draco thought as he saw the picture he had sketched with charcoal, and he even told the boy himself that he liked his picture.
Almost 15 minutes passed with no one speaking. It was an easy silence that helped him concentrate on drawing and Draco felt at ease for that period of time, happily painting the poppy he was given by the teacher. He was somewhat startled when someone poked him in his arm, and looking to his right he saw Seamus smiling queerly at him.
"So mate do you fancy anyone?" the Irish boy asked lips curled into a smile.
He hadn't thought about dating anyone before - never even given the time of day by anyone to even think about asking anyone out, and if he was being truthful he had never even thought about anyone like that, not even remotely interested in any of the girls. Not that he had ever paid much thought to that anyway.
"Err, no." He answered feeling lame.
"So you don't fancy Parkinson? Not even the Patil twins?" Draco shook his head each time. Seamus made a thinking noise in the back of his throat. "Come on! You must fancy someone?"
"Well," pondered Draco out loud, but he couldn't remember a time when he had fancied any girls. Sure he had noticed them, but only for being the loudest in the classrooms. It would not be a good idea to tell him he had never been out with anyone before either he thought, as he didn't want to make a fool of himself. "I guess their all good looking." he said simply.
"Who, the Patil's and Parkinson? Of course their good looking, you would have to be a fool not to think that!" exclaimed Seamus.
Draco was thankful when the bell rang and quickly saying goodbye to Seamus he grabbed his book and stuffed it into his bag, slinging it over his shoulder as he left the classroom. He had a few more lessons until history and during that time kept to himself alone at a desk thinking about what Seamus had said to him.
Was it really that weird that he had never been out with anyone? Was it so wrong that he hardly found any of the girls attractive? He thought that probably the happy go lucky girls that was at his school wasn't his type, and so at lunchtime he sat by himself outside every so often watching the women that passed the school gates. None interested him as much as he knew they should.
Sighing, he took out his sandwiches and bit into one. Maybe there was something wrong with him he thought bitterly watching the boys kick the football to each other. He would gladly spend his time in the library rather than play with them, though he knew that part of it had to do with the fact he was to timid to join in with them.
Not feeling hungry anymore he threw his sandwich into a near by bin and was about to stand up when he felt a warm hand on his shoulder. He knew who it was before he even looked up and smiling he heard Harry's soft voice above him.
"Can I sit here?"
"Yeah sure." Draco answered and moved up enough so Harry could sit on the bench beside him. His shoulder felt oddly cold when Harry removed his hand to sit down easier. Their legs brushed as Harry bent down to retrieve his food and Draco almost gasped from the warmth that tingled from his thigh to pool at the pit of his stomach. He stifled it by chewing his bottom lip. He couldn't understand what he had just felt and trying to ignore it he vaguely heard Harry say something.
"Urm sorry. What did you just say?" he asked looking at Harry's neck rather than his face.
"Well, I said if you're not busy this weekend we should meet up and finish our History project." Harry paused a moment looking at Draco's face musingly before he continued. "You could come to mine but I don't think my aunt and uncle would appreciate inviting someone over at such short notice, so we could go to an internet café or something. Or maybe go to your house?"
You want to come to mine? He thought almost blurting it out in shock. No one had ever wanted to spend time with him at the weekends. Normally the only company he had was his mother and father and on the odd occasion relatives whom they hadn't seen in a long time.
"I think that will be all right. Coming to mine I mean."
Harry smiled. "Cool. Okay so I will come to yours on Sunday then?" Draco nodded. "You know, you're going to have to tell me where you live." Harry continued slightly amused.
"Oh right." Draco said with a sheepish grin. He rummaged through his bag for a spare piece of paper but found none.
"It's okay you can just right it on my hand." Harry said noticing Draco only held a pen.
"Sure." Draco mumbled and took Harry's hand he offered in his and with the other wrote his address down. He felt the same tingling warmth in his palm as he held Harry's hand steady, though it seemed Harry's hand was the one keeping him from shaking. He was thankful the brunette never mentioned it.
"There," murmured Draco looking down at their hands.
"Oh. Maybe you should write your number as well - just in case I get lost?" Harry added, laughing with a quirk of a smile.
Draco nodded and turning Harry's hand to the side for more room to write on he scribbled his number as well.
Draco dropped his hand after a moment and followed Harry's example by eating the rest of his sandwiches and drinking the last of their bottled drinks. He wasn't hungry as he had eaten all he could manage earlier, but at least his mother wouldn't complain about how skinny he was getting if he decided to eat more at lunchtime.
Draco's shoulders tensed when he noticed Blaise Zabini walking towards him. He felt Harry's arm shift against his, placing his sandwich in the bin and then a firm hand take hold of his elbow. He looked to his right and Harry smiled almost apologetically at him.
"Come on we should go to history now, eh?" Harry said, gently steering Draco up and off the bench. The blond could only manage to nod dazedly as he glanced behind him seeing Blaise's eyes shoot from Harry to himself and back again.
He sighed when he got into the corridor and vaguely felt Harry's hand leave his elbow. His heart was beating loudly against his chest and he only hoped Harry couldn't hear it as he didn't want the brunette to know how terrified he just was. He looked up from the floor noticing that Harry opened his mouth to say something but then closed it as if he thought otherwise. He was thankful he hadn't brought up the incident with Blaise the other day, and so they just stood outside Mr Binns' classroom in silence until they were let into the room.
They got more done in that lesson than the two days they had been working on it together. Draco idly thought that Harry was trying to get it all done so they wouldn't have to meet up at the weekend, but his troubled thoughts were soon put to rest when they all packed up to leave.
"So I will come by yours about lunchtime then, is that all right?" asked Harry, helping Draco pack their assignment into his bag. Draco looked up from the piece of paper he was about to put away with a somewhat confused look on his face. Harry still wanted to come to his? Draco smiled weakly.
"That's fine," said Draco then picked up his pencil case to put it away. He followed Harry out of the room and stopped beside him. He was about to continue speaking to him when Harry's friends came out of the door and headed towards them. "I should be going then." He murmured.
"See you Sunday Draco!"
Draco turned around at the end of the corridor and smiled weakly at him and with the wave of a hand he walked to his mother's car.
Once he was home he intended to start all of the week's homework he hadn't managed to begin as he either spent time with Harry at Lunch or he just didn't feel like doing it alone in the library. Sighing he pulled himself onto his bed and placed his maths text onto his lap. After twenty minutes passed he had only managed to answer a few questions and was glad when he heard his mother call him down to dinner.
To say he was startled by seeing his father sat down at the table would be an understatement. He sat down across from his mother and stared at his bowl of soup. They ate their starters and the main dinner in silence, though it wasn't half as pleasant when he was with Harry.
"Draco have you been keeping up with your studies?" his father asked and he briskly looked up from the table.
"Yes sir." He murmured.
"And you have been getting top marks again?" his father continued. Draco nodded his head. "You may leave."
Draco pushed his chair back from the table and with a smile from his mother he left the table. He didn't dare ask if Harry could come over on Sunday. He decided to wait until the next day when his father was away on work again - hopefully.
The next day passed in a blur, a rather unfortunate blur that Draco wished to forget. His father left on the Saturday evening the day after he had arrived and during his stay Draco felt more alone at home than he did at school. His father was only interested in his academic scores and when he found out Draco had not been doing any of his homework for the past week he was furious to say the least.
Draco was more than glad when his father left during their meal that evening, being called back to somewhere in Scotland to carry on his research for his business. His mother cuddled him that night and though he hated to admit it he was thankful to have her to dote motherly on him. She had even suggested that Harry could stay for dinner after their little study session, as she had called it.
He smiled as his mother kissed his cheek goodnight and he dragged himself of the sofa and walked up the stairs to his room, feeling more tired with every struggling step up the stairs. His body protested as he dragged himself into the bathroom and he quickly washed his face and brushed his teeth before changing into cotton pyjama bottoms and climbing into bed. As soon as his head hit the pillow he was fast asleep.
…To Be Continued…
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