Chapter 7
"Harry, what is going on?"
Harry sighed, "Hermione, nothing is going on. I just went to the Room of Requirement."
"And why…?"
"I just needed to relax. Hermione, we can keep talking, but we'll be late for class."
Without another word, the girl was out the door. Ron laughed.
"You are okay, mate? Yeah?" he obviously agreed that there was something odd going on.
"Oh, yeah, I'm fine. I'm just thinking."
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After my last class of the day was over, I decided to follow Draco to get more information out of the boy. The hard part wasn't finding him, but finding a way to get to him without my friends wondering what the hell I was doing…or thinking. I wouldn't really be able to explain considering I haven't quite figured that out yet myself.
When my friends decided they were going to head back to the Common Room to get some work done, they asked if I were coming with them. I told them that I wanted another chance to be alone in the Room of Requirement.
Hermione expressed her inevitable worries, but after Ron hauled her off with him, I had no worries about her coming back to get me. Although, she could be quite persistent.
"Draco!"
Silence.
"Draco!"
More unnerving silence.
"Draaaaaco!" I yelled out.
"We're in the hallway Potter, for Merlin's sake!
"Well," I said, more calmly since I had gotten him to turn around. I noticed he was never with his friends these days. "I wanted to talk to you."
He raised an eyebrow, "About?"
"Isn't it obvious?" I waited for his response and, when he still looked confused, I whispered, "The kiss?"
"Kiss?" He repeated.
"Yes, you know…what happened yesterday."
"Oh…that." He said as though he were finally seeing the light.
"Yes, that…can we talk about it, please?" He started walking again.
"No, Draco, please…" I begged. "Stop. Just talk to me." I put my hand on his arm and slowly turned him around. He shook my hand away.
"There is nothing to talk about. Nothing happened, okay?" I assumed that meant it was final.
"Okay, then can we still be friends?" I asked hopefully.
"Why not? As I said, nothing happened, Harry. I'll see you Monday…and we should think about making it more than once a week, if possible."
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Monday came quite a lot faster than I'd anticipated, but I was definitely looking forward to it. I needed to get Draco to see reason. I didn't know how exactly I felt about him, but I knew that, if his kiss was any confirmation, we could have something good.
I told Ron and Hermione that I needed some more alone time in the Room of Requirement and Hermione understood. Ron, however, wanted me around.
"Ronald, he needs his time. He's very upset about the things that happened last year!" And she let me go. I didn't even bother to tell her that I was pretty okay about it because that would pose too many unwanted questions anyway.
When I walked in, Draco was lying on the ground reading, (as always). When he spotted me, he smiled slightly, "Hey."
"Hi….Draco, I want to talk to you." I sighed, putting my bag down next to me. "It's not about my homework, as you probably can tell." I took a deep breath, "In the past two weeks…in that small amount of time, you have become like a good friend of mine. Like, seriously. And I don't want to ruin what we have, okay?"
After that, extremely touching, in my opinion, speech, he simply rolled his eyes and laughed, "Harry, we're fine. So, Herbology?"
I sighed, "Yes, herbology."
After an hour or two had passed, and all our work had been finished, I decided we could just sit and talk for a while. (Although that may have not been such a good idea because every time we talked, it turned into something bad)
"Harry, why do you always like to be alone?" he asked.
"Umm, I don't know. I suppose I just have the attention focused on me all day. It's nice to be alone."
"I'm always alone. I like having you around." He said, shyly.
"Surprisingly, I'd rather sit here with you than with Ron and Hermione. Actually, maybe that's not so surprising. I really like you, Draco."
"I really like you too…."
I knew he didn't want to, but the tension was killing me. I had to kiss him. His lips were practically BEGGING for it.
"Harry," he whispered, when I got close enough to feel his breath. "This….we can do this, but…that's what it is, okay? There's no telling anyone or seeing each other in public. Do you really want to kiss me and see me only once a week."
"Yes, that's what I want. I mean, if that's how it has to be. It's better than nothing."
"Just remember that, Harry. I tried to warn you."
There were no more words because there needed no explanations after our mouths found each other. They were conversing in the only way our lips knew how. The moment was, once again, broken by an unexpected interference.
"I—I came to tell you it was getting late…" came Hermione's shocked voice from outside the doorway.