"Malfoy! Hey, wait!"
Draco whipped around so suddenly while attempting to run as fast as he could, that he almost stumbled in the awkward movement. The voice had startled him out of his wits, if they hadn't been gone already.
"What?" Draco shot back. His wide, anxious eyes faded into a narrow glare. Harry was standing at the end of the corridor that Draco had just turned around to get away from Snape's office. He looked, if Draco was even in his right mind, worried.
"What happened? Why were you running?"
"Oh, like you care!" Draco spat back angrily.
"Well I was asking, wasn't I?" Harry began to look irritated himself.
"Leave me alone, Potter. I feel better when you hate me."
"I do hate you."
"Then you wouldn't care if I somehow died running down this hall! But you asked why I was!"
"That doesn't mean I care! I didn't ask if you were okay or anything!"
"Whatever, I'm going." Draco couldn't stand being here for much longer; he needed to get away from everyone. He turned around, heading to the Slytherin common room at a bit of a slower pace. This argument was just a waste of his time, and the time he could be spending getting away from here.
"Wait!" Harry called. "Can you just tell me why you were running out of Snape's office? You're his favorite student, why would you do that even if it was detention?" He was running behind Draco to catch up to him.
"What is this? Some sort of interrogation?" Draco questioned icily. He'd turned around for the second time to face his enemy; he was furious.
"It's because I heard you in there!" Harry blurted, sounding rather tense, his expression exasperated.
"Then why are you fucking asking me this?" Draco shouted. He could feel his face starting to burn from both the knowledge of realizing that Harry had heard everything, and even more from his rising anger that he had actually stayed to listen. There was also a strange cold feeling building up in his stomach. A hand slipped inside of his robes to grasp his wand tightly.
"I wasn't sure if I was... misunderstanding it," Harry answered uneasily.
"Maybe you were."
"Well, what happened then? If you need help--"
"I don't! Draco interjected harshly. The suddenness of the refusal surprised even himself. Didn't he?
"Was he touching you?" Harry asked, looking timid.
In that moment, Draco drew out his wand, pointing it straight between the boy's eyes. His shakiness had vanished all of a sudden, but his eyes were definitely on the verge of tearing up. Harry's eyes widened, certainly not expecting Draco to attack him.
"Malfoy, I didn--"
"He wasn't touching me. If I ever hear you so much as breathe about something as sick as that, I swear that I'll curse you."
"Why don't you want help? I promise I--"
"Did you not hear me?" Draco cried as he took a step closer, so that the tip of his wand was just about touching the other boy's face.
"Yes, yes, I heard you!"
"Then go! And never come near me again! I'm perfectly fine!"
Harry stood there for a few more seconds, staring at Malfoy as if he didn't believe him at all. He could see the fear in Draco's eyes; the boy didn't want anyone to know. But Harry backed up slowly anyway, knowing that the Slytherin could be dead serious about his threat to curse him.
"Ok, sorry..." Harry muttered, and then he walked past the boy, making his way down another hallway. A restless hand went through his dark hair.
Still standing at the end of the hall, Draco watched the boy's back until he was out of sight. His heart was racing. There was no way he'd get help from bloody Harry Potter. It'd get out to the entire school, and they were enemies. He didn't need sympathy either, if that's what Potter thought he was offering.
Swallowing a heavy lump in his throat, Draco slipped his wand back into his pocket and continued to the common room. When he arrived, he ignored his housemates and went up to his dorm without a word. Curling up onto his side as he layed awake on his bed, he tried to forget about the professor and Potter.
It seemed too difficult to do.