I love you all, I really do. I just don't quite know how to show it. Or maybe I do, and I'm just really lazy. The next story I have is definitely going to have a plan before I start writing it, kays? Then I won't get so much writer's block.
Disclaimer: If I owned this stuff, you wouldn't know about it, because I'm greedy like that.
Draco knew something was going to happen. He could sense it. The tension burned into his face, shot out from the double-barreled emeralds in the direction of the Gryffindor table. He wasn't sure if the Something would be good or bad, but anything would be better than being ignored like this. He hadn't even had a chance to talk to Harry when they'd bumped into each other. There was nothing Draco hated more than being ignored. He had done something extremely risky! He wanted to see results! Was Harry repulsed? Was he intrigued? Draco was trying to be patient, but it was so hard! (In more ways than one.)
Draco got up and left the Great Hall without a word to the Slytherins. He eyed Harry on his way out.
Shite, thought Harry. Er…I guess it's time now. He had been dead set but now started to falter. His resolve started turning into warm squishy mushyness. Before it could completely vanish, he stood up, made his excuses, and followed Draco out the doors. He paused once outside, looking around to see where Draco had gone.
"Looking for me?" came a voice from beside Harry. He turned around to see the object of his…something, leaning against the wall, his tie slackened, his sleeves rolled up, his blonde hair loosely falling over his eyes. Harry thought he looked completely shaggable. And that was completely horrifying. Poor confused little Harry. He involuntarily took a few steps back.
Draco's brow furrowed slightly as he took in Harry's surprised and almost frightened expression. Why did Harry look so freaked out? Draco had thought that he was going to get his arse kicked. Verbally or physically. He had been mentally writing a script so that he could explain things to Harry. Now everything was flipped around on him. He felt this strange urge to make Harry left uncomfortable. That was different.
"Harry?" he asked quietly. "What's…What's going on?"
Harry was jarred by the sheer vulnerability Draco was allowing him to see right now.
"I don't know," he answered truthfully. "Wait. Did you call me Harry?"
Draco laughed.
"Would you prefer 'love-bunny'?" he smirked. Harry though, blushed and started looking even more uncomfortable. Draco's smirk disappeared.
"Okay Harry, I guess you didn't come here for some friendly conversation about Snape's hair or something. You want to know why I kissed you, right?"
Harry squirmed.
"Well…Yeah…Er, no…Well I mean I guess there's only one reason you'd kiss someone, yeah? Mostly I think…I just don't know what I should be thinking, to be honest. Do you actually uh…You're not just fucking with my mind here, are you?"
Draco started to move forward, and Harry knew what was coming. So he panicked. He started backing up fast.
"Ah! No! Stop right there! Don't touch me!" The last line came out high-pitched and really quite comical, if Harry hadn't been serious. Then he ran. He sprinted down the hall, leaving Draco with wide eyes and a mouthful of corpse comfort, words for Harry lying dead on his tongue.
Harry slowed to a fast walk as he saw Seamus coming towards him. He didn't look Seamus in the eye, hoping he'd get the hint and not talk to him. The boy, however, did not get it.
"Harry!" he started brightly, until he noticed Harry's harried state. "Hey…What's happened?"
The dark haired boy cursed his transparency. He opened his mouth to give Seamus the slip, but when he looked at the boy's honest and open face, something made him instead pour Seamus a big tall glass of dramedy. He found himself telling the whole story to his slightly shell-shocked friend. When he was finished, Seamus' lips turned up, and he let out a small giggle. But once he started, it seemed he couldn't stop. He laughed harder and harder, leaving Harry to stand uncomfortably and wait for it to subside. It didn't, and Harry grew a little annoyed. A lot annoyed.
"Seamus! Shut the hell up! Why are you laughing? I am freaking out here!" Seamus tried to strangle his laughter, but ended up in a loud and obvious coughing fit. Harry waited again, this time more satisfied, since Seamus was now hacking up a lung.
A year later (okay no, but it seemed like that to Harry), Seamus was able to speak.
"I'm sorry, Harry, I am!" he said to the pouting brunette. "It's just really really weird. First of all, you and Draco Malfoy exchange cute little notes, then you start finding him attractive, then he kisses you, then you, Harry Potter, get scared and run away twice!"
"Yeah, I've got it, thanks," snapped Harry.
"Oh Harry. Where's your Gryffindor courage? Shite, mate. Harry Potter isn't supposed to run away screaming. Not ever."
"I wasn't screaming," he muttered irritably. Seamus smiled at Harry.
"You have to stop trembling like a little girl and go snog Malfoy. I'm sure it will be good. The girls all call him the Slytherin sex god, I've heard."
In spite of himself, Harry smiled.
"You've 'heard'?"
Seamus grinned.
"Yeah that's right. Now go on, write him one of your little notes."
"Seamus, no! I c— I don't—"
"See you later, Harry!" And he turned around and left Harry spluttering.
"Stupid Seamus and his stupid cleverness…" he muttered under his breath. He didn't like it, but that note idea was probably a good one. He could say what he wanted without spazzing out and going for another jog around the school. Although it was quite a good workout, Harry reflected. He pondered for a second, then decided that the library would be the best place to write uninterrupted.
A/N: Alright, I know you people have a thing for the notes, so I'm working on it. But uh, I also have a thing for reviews, hm?