Title: Agitated

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A/N: I wrote this for the OTP Boot Camp on the HPFC forum. Enjoy!

Prompt: Agitated

Malfoy seemed off to Harry.

He couldn't explain it. Things had been great lately. They were finally friends. Then he noticed that Draco seemed somehow… agitated around him. He tried to fix that when they went stargazing together – an act that was quickly becoming their nightly ritual – but for some reason, it got worse afterwards.

He would glare at Harry, then flush when Harry made eye contact. When they were talking he would avoid meeting Harry's eyes altogether. He acted nervous and jumpy around Harry.

Harry couldn't understand it.

He thought that maybe – just maybe – Malfoy might return his feelings. But if that was the case, why the glares?

No, Malfoy had no romantic feelings for Harry. Besides, he was straight. Probably.

He tried being extra nice to the Slytherin.

Malfoy glared even more.

He tried buying the blond sweets.

Malfoy gave him a look that nearly sent him running.

He tried asking Zabini, who began snickering and informed him that if he wasn't capable of working it out for himself, Zabini had no intention of telling him.

It was maddening.

As the next two weeks after their first night meeting under the stars went by, Malfoy just got more and more agitated.

It was driving Harry spare.

"Malfoy," he said one night while they were lying on their backs, side by side under the stars.

"Hmm?"

"What did I do?"

"What in Merlin's name are you on about, Potter?"

Harry sighed and rolled onto his side. "You keep glaring at me. Like I did something wrong. So, just tell me so that I can fix it. Please?"

Malfoy looked startled. He sighed. "You didn't do anything, Potter."

"Then why-"

"I'm just… dealing with a lot, you know? And the way you look at me sometimes gives me the creeps."

"Oh."

Harry felt a little crestfallen, though he couldn't have said why.

"Okay."

They laid in silence for a few minutes.

"Malfoy?"

"Mmm?"

"Wanna talk about the stuff you're dealing with?"

"Not really, Potter."

"Well, if you change your mind, let me know, okay?"

Malfoy snorted. "Don't worry, Potter. If I change my mind, you'll be the first to know."

Harry smiled as warmth bloomed in his chest.

He was Malfoy's first choice to go to for comfort. Maybe soon he could help Malfoy with whatever it was that had him so agitated.