He smirked at Draco, who was now sitting back at the table, his hands in his lap and his gaze focused on the table surface. Harry was sitting across from him; watching him carefully. "So, having fun Malfoy?" Seamus asked.
"No." He responded shortly. He shifted slightly; his eyes becoming a bit fogged over. Harry wasn't sure if it was the Veritaserum or the anger urging to burst out, but he knew Draco was uncomfortable. Why didn't he just leave?
"Why aren't you having fun?" Seamus asked. He was sitting at the table like a professor would; his hands clasped in front of him in a business-like way.
"Because you're here."
"What's wrong with me?"
"You're an annoying, irritating, inconsiderate, and rude little Gryffindor who still belongs in second year." Draco looked up at Seamus menacingly.
"Well, that's nothing new." The Irish boy commented nonchalantly. "What would you do if I wasn't here?"
"I'd sit here with Harry."
"And do what?"
"Talk to him and give help on the assignment."
"That's it?"
Draco narrowed his eyes, clearly not wanting to continue with this. The only problem was that he couldn't seem to find the yearning of wanting to leave. Damn it all to hell. It was probably one of the effects of the Veritaserum. "No."
"Then what else will you be doing?"
"Thinking."
"About what?"
There was another pause. Harry looked between the table and Draco, wondering if he should say something to see if it'd make this stop. They were continuing to talk back and forth; asking as much as possible and answering as concisely as possible. It wasn't going to end pretty, and Harry knew that it'd be hard to stop it. With a quiet sigh, he focused his gaze on his shoes.
Draco gritted his teeth; his fists clenching for what seemed like the thousandth time since this had all begun. "About Harry."
Seamus' smirk grew. "I knew it. What do you think about Harry anyway?"
"He's rather nice even though he doesn't…" Draco paused again, closing his eyes as if he were trying to fight something off, "… even though he doesn't have to be. He's attractive, innocent, and sometimes quite annoying and clueless, but a wonderful person all the same."
"Wow, I didn't think you paid any attention to those sorts of details." Seamus sincerely looked surprised, but he still couldn't conceal his expression of glee. Draco opened his eyes to stare severely at the boy again.
"What's your point to all this? Could you stop asking me questions?" The Slytherin's voice was remarkably calm considering how he had been deceived… well, more like surprised, into taking the mist-like truth potion.
"Of course there's a point to all of this. I'm curious, and you're helping it disappear." Seamus grinned and stood up from his chair. Instead of looking like a business-like man as he sat at the table, he now looked like a business-like man pacing around the room with his hands clasped behind his back. "Now, back to before. What exactly do you think about Harry as you're here in the library?"
"Things I'd like to do with him," Draco responded quietly.
"Sorry, I didn't get that." Seamus cupped a hand around his ear, "Care to repeat yourself?"
"Yes, I do care!" Draco snapped.
"Then I guess I'll have to ask you again." Seamus rolled his eyes and walked over to stand beside the clearly edgy Malfoy. "What exactly do you think about Harry as you're here in the library?"
"Things I'd like to do with him," Draco repeated; this time more loudly.
"You sure do like to keep away from the details, don't you?" Seamus sighed dramatically and glanced at Harry. He seemed to be giving his housemate a look that showed he wanted him to stop. Dear god, Seamus couldn't stop at an opportunity like this!
"Yes, I really do like to stay away from details." Draco answered dully.
"Fine then, what are these things you'd like to do with him?"
"Things in which shouldn't be mentioned in front of you."
"Well, I asked you. So you have to answer."
"Why should I?"
"Uh…"
There was a large amount of unease on Seamus' part in that brief moment, and Draco shot Harry an angry look. Or maybe it was only that his eyes were holding a dangerous gleam? The blonde then turned back to Seamus, scowling and apparently having enough of the interrogation.
"Do you really want to know?" He shot back angrily.
Seamus backed up nervously, stuttering over his words. He knew that something had gone wrong with the potion… or that his time had run out already. "Um… y-yes… that would be nice…"
"It would? Hmm… did you want me to say that I was…" Draco stopped, stood up, and pretended as if he were thinking."… Let's see… maybe you were hoping I was thinking of fucking him? Was that it?" Draco approached Seamus slowly; his eyes narrowed.
"Or maybe you wanted even more detail than that? How about this!" He shoved Seamus firmly into the bookshelf behind him. "Maybe I was thinking of tying him to my bed, stripping him of all his clothes, and riding him until he started screaming out my name?"
Harry stood up quickly, knocking over his chair in the process. He couldn't believe what he was hearing, and he wasn't sure if he should leave to try and get help, or try and stop this himself. Though, after a few seconds, he made up his mind and rushed over to where Seamus was cowering against the bookshelf; Draco towering darkly over him. This was going entirely too far. "Stop! Just leave him alone, Malfoy!"
Draco whipped his gaze around to glare at Harry. "Why? He wanted to know so badly, didn't he? Maybe if you didn't bring this damn bastard in here, then none of this would've happened!"
"Malfoy! It was just a--"
"I DON'T CARE WHAT IT WAS! Is it really such a big deal that I like you?" Draco's voice was practically a thunderous yell by now; his breathing quickening. Seamus was staring wide eyed and frightened from where he was trapped. Unfortunately for him, Draco turned back on him; pushing him up roughly against the books. "And you, you sick little… whatever the hell you call your species… never try that on me again."
Harry stood there, feeling somewhat useless in this entire situation. If he was the main cause of this argument, then why couldn't he help as much as he wanted?
"I-I-I won't, Malfoy. I mean…" He glanced at Harry for help. And for the first time, Harry decided to do something that he knew would make it worse, but better for them overall. He pushed Draco forcibly away from Seamus and stood between them.
"JUST STOP!" His emerald eyes were blazing. If this was what was going to happen with the small news of him and Draco getting friendly, then he didn't want any part of it. He wasn't going to risk anyone getting hurt. Sighing, he looked at Draco, who looked even more furious than before. "I don't want you fighting anymore."
It seemed like electricity crackled between the gray and emerald stares, and then Draco spoke gravely. "I didn't think you'd side with me. It's funny, how I'm right about these things." His voice rose, and cracked only a bit as he spoke. "Not that I'd ever side with you if one of the Slytherins decided to harass you." His eyes held an empty, emotionless gaze as he turned around and walked over to the table to retrieve his bag. Harry suddenly felt like someone had torn a hole through his heart. Seamus was honestly too afraid to know what was going on.
Draco glanced back at Harry one last time before he left the library. "I'll see that I never try and bother you again. Have a nice life, Potter." And with that, he walked silently towards the doors of the library; the large doors closing and leaving a loud echo that bounced around the room.
Harry stood there for what seemed like forever, just staring at the doors as if expecting Draco to come back. It wasn't until Seamus edged around him to get his own bag that he snapped out of it. "You okay there, mate? Thanks… by the way." The Irish Gryffindor tried to smile, but he knew something was wrong with his housemate.
"Sorry, Seamus." Harry muttered softly. He grabbed his bag and waited until the other boy had left before he left himself. And as he made his way down the busy hallways; his heart sank even lower as he thought of where Draco was right now, and what he must be thinking about him. Harry felt sick.