Title: Complicated

Author: Morbid Romantic

Genre: Romance/Humor

Pairing: Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter

Disclaimer: -mumbles- I don't own Harry Potter, or any of the related characters...-rolls eyes-

A/N: I want to thank all of you guys so much for the kind reviews! They make me smile. xD Keep it up, yes?

"You come over unannounced
Dressed up like you're somethin else
Where you are ain't where it's at you see
Your making me..."

-Complicated (Avril Lavigne)


Chapter Five: Poor Little Dragon!

I sit silently in my seat between Ron and Hermione. My feet propped up on the desk in front of me, and I stare blankly at the chalkboard. I let out a sigh, then scan around the room. Malfoy is no where to be seen. I let out a another sigh, this one in relief. Maybe he won't come to class today, maybe I won't have to see him...

Nasty little dragon. How dare he do...THAT to me! I force myself to shudder. It was disgusting, it was wrong, it was...

'Abosolutly wonderful.' A voice in my head sighs dreamily. I shake my head with a snort, causing Hermione to glance at me.

"Harry, are you alright?" She asks, peering at me curiously.

"I'm fine." I snap back at her. She jumps, glares fiercly at me, then goes back to her open potions book.

I glare back at her, then look back over towards the Slytherin's. My eyes instantly fall on him. He sits slumped in his chair, scarf drawn up and over his jaw. I allow myself to smirk...I hope that bruise hurts like hell...

"Draco!" A nasty, whiny voice screeches out, soon followed by the sight of a girl (who could easily be mistaken for a dog) rushing towards the said blond. Everyone could see him shudder and shrink further down in his chair, everyone except her, of course.

"What happened to your face!" She cried, drawing everyone's attention quickly to the big purple bruise that was settled against the pale jaw. I can see Malfoy grit is teeth, sitting straight up in his chair, arms out to protect himself from the dog like Pansy Parkinson.

"Nothing!" He cries back, pale seeker hands pressed against her stomach to keep her at arms length. "For the Goddesses sake, girl!" He momentarily struggles with her as she fights to get closer.

"Draco!" She cries. "Let me see it..." With a sudden breaking of strength, Malfoy's arms give away and she propels herself into his lap. "Oh you poor little dragon!"

Everyone can see Malfoy visibly shaking with rage, disgust etched across his face as he claws at her, trying to get her off of his lap. Of course, she can't see any of that...

"I wonder who gave Malfoy that bruise," Ron says in excitement from my left. "I'd like to thank him."

I let out a snort, Hermione turns her head, eyes wide on me.

"Oh Harry," She whispers, giving me a dissapointed look. "You didn't."

I let out another snort, causing Ron to pat me hard on the back, asking me for details of the fight. Hermione looks steadily into my eyes, dissapointment etched into every strand of hazel. I can't fight the feeling of guilt that arises.

"Later, Ron." I say wearily, sinking into my chair.

I glare at the dog faced girl who straddles my lap, stroking my face, saying what a poor little dragon I am.

Stupid little dragon should be more like it...I have a feeling that whatever Blaise is smoking, drifted over to my side of the room last night. That's the only explination for what happened. I was out of my mind, I was. Why the hell would I ever want to touch a mudblood loving little miscreant who's future is either 'do you want pumpkin juice with that', or 'R.I.P.'?

I resist a snarl. Yes, I am aware that none of that is true, but I'm going to pretend it is anyway.

The image of me kissing Potter quickly slips itself into my mind. The same sensations that washed over me last night, try to return, but I fight them back. Instead, I concentrate of the hands that are moving a little to low for my liking...

"Pansy." I snarl, she looks at me, her face set in a way that was supposed to arouse, but instead, made me want to throw up. "I don't swing your way, love." I shove her hands off of me, giving a hard enough push to knock her off of my lap altogether.

"I suppose you all have your anti-dotes ready," I hear a Snape say from behind me, he walks through the door, starting the sentence instantly as he makes his way to his desk. "Please pull your truth serum and anti-dotes out, and join your partners."

I look over at Potter. He stands up, pulling his bag over his shoulder. I meet his eyes, and he flashes me a nasty, evil, mischevious grin.

I start to panic, and for good reason to.

TBC