"…"
"Well, this is fun."
"Quite, Draco."
"…"
"…"
"I hate awkward pauses. Don't you, Harry?"
"I hate awkward and forced chat more."
"Touché, Harry."
"…"
"…"
"This is ridiculous."
"What is, Harry?"
"Everything."
"That made sense."
"I'm serious! Think about it: We fight so much. Why?"
"Well, because… because you're Harry Potter."
"I know that, but some on, Draco. You know that's not a real reason. Why do you hate me?"
"Because, I mean.. I was brought up that way."
"So, basically.. You're a puppet, Draco."
"Huh?"
"You do whatever your father demands."
"No, I-"
"You think whatever ever he wants you to think."
"That's just not true, I –"
"You do whatever he wants you to do."
"NO! It's not true!"
"It is, Draco. Think about it."
"No, I.. I think for my self…"
"No, you don't. Your mind is a copy of your father's. Your opinion is warped. You're brainwashed."
"I'm what now?"
"Muggle expression. I mean it, though."
"B-but.."
"It's okay."
"I..I.. but.. no…"
"Take a deep breath. Come on now, breathe, Draco. Breathe."
"…"
"Are you.. Are you crying?"
"…no."
"Draco, it's okay to cry. I can hear you sniffling."
"..I'm not crying."
"Draco, come on. My hands are wet all of a sudden. And you can't tell me it's the toilet bucket."
"…"
"Was that a laugh?"
"…No."
"Suit yourself. But my hands are wet."
"Then stop.. stop massaging my face."
"Fine."
"…"
"…"
"Or my hair, Harry."
"Sorry, it's just so soft."
"I know. Touch your own hair."
"It's not as soft."
"Let me see."
"…"
"…It's very damp."
"That's a mop, Draco."
"Ah."
"Twit."
"I know…"
"…"
"…"
"…"
"You're sitting very close there, Harry. Wouldn't want a repeat of earlier."
"Sorry, I'll move back –"
"Where to?"
"Good point, Draco."
"…"
"…"
"…"
"This is insanely awkward."
"It is, isn't it?"
"Yep."
"…"
"…"
"You done the Potions essay, Harry?"
"The one on Calming Draughts?"
"Yeah."
"Yep. Hermione helped me."
"All the seven feet?"
"Seven and a half. Snape'll probably punish me for that."
"Heh, probably. How can you have done it already, though? We only got it yesterday."
"I did it this afternoon. 'Mione did it during lunch, ten minutes after it was assigned. She didn't even eat."
"Wow."
"Yeah."
"…"
"So, have you done it yet?"
"God, no. I'm always the one finishing it hurriedly in the library 5 minutes before class."
"Yeah, I know."
"You know?"
"I've seen you there."
"Oh."
"You look adorable when you're flustered."
"POTTER! Do you mind! A boy cannot call another boy adorable!"
"Homophobe."
"Poof."
"You're not very convincing."
"Fine, fine.."
"Fine what?"
"You've caught me."
"I have?"
"Yes, don't rub it in."
"…"
"I'm batting on the other side of the fence."
"Isn't that a little bit of a cliché?"
"You know what I mean."
"Care to elaborate?"
"I'm gay, alright!"
"Mhmm."
"…"
"Oh! I'm sorry, I should be more surprised."
"Yeah, you should."
"Sorry. But, well.. you're not really.. straight.. ahem. Straight-looking."
"Stop flinching, Po-Harry. I won't eat you. Unless we don't get out of here before lunch."
"I'm not so sure."
"What do you mean by that?"
"Don't play the innocent. I've seen how you look at me sometimes."
"How?"
"Like you want to roast me, marinade me, garnish me and then eat me in one bite."
"You can't read a look, Potter?"
"Why are we back on surnames?"
"Tell me, what's it like to be blissfully oblivious?"
"It's rude to answer a question with a question, Malfoy."
"Or are you just really, really slow?"
"Whuh?"
"Slow it is, then. Maybe a little stupid, too."
"Hey!"
"Hi."
"Oh, for God's sake, Draco!"
"What have I done now?"
"Let's just.. move on, shall we?"
"Fiiiiiiiine."
"…"
"…"
"…"
"What the hell did you mean when you said I'm not really 'straight-looking', anyway?"
"Well…"
"Well, what?"
"Hermione pointed it out to me. She said that you're definitely gay, even if you won't admit it."
"I don't need some bucktoothed Mudblood to determine my sexuality."
"Oy!"
"And neither do I need you! God dammit, Harry!"
"Draco… Calm down…"
"I hate you! I HATE YOU, DAMMIT!"
"Stop punching the door."
"But I do!"
"I know you do, Draco."
"But you don't understand! I hate you, and yet I've wanted to do this –"
"…"
"…"
"…"
"- since I was eleven years old!"
"Malfoy…"
"No, I know, this is where you get ferociously angry –"
"Malfoy."
"-swing a punch at me –"
"Malfoy!"
"-I mean, I wouldn't blame you if you did –"
"Draco!"
"-then you reject me –"
"DRACO!"
"What?"
"More."
"Oh, um. Okay."
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A/N: Sorry about the long, long wait, you guys. Okay, so it was a week. But I've had it on paper for ages. I'm just sinfully lazy. Nice to finally have it up, though. Anyway, let me know what you think. This wasn't easy to write. Took a lot of maths classes. Their first kiss! ) I'm so proud.
Anyway, review, and I'll see you all soon.
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