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Chapter 6 - An Unknown Feeling

Harry had struggled to sleep for the nightmare had shook him awake so suddenly. He was terrified to get out of the comfort of his bed but he couldn't let it affect him otherwise people would worry about him and he didn't want them to add another worry to their lists. Instead, he forced himself out of bed and got ready for breakfast. He finally made his way down to the table and sat with his friends. Ginny sat with them and could tell Harry didn't feel himself so she spoke gently to him. He didn't want her to worry and so just said he was tired.

Owls flocked into the hall and they dropped post over the tables, one giving Ron a letter from his mother. She was checking up on everyone and was asking how our was going. She also invited Harry and Hermione to come round for Christmas.

"Look, Ron, we love Christmas at the Burrow but we've discussed it and feel it best to give you time as a family together." Harry loves going there but knew it was going to be difficult for everyone after the loss of so many people.

"No, come on guys, my mother wants you to come. You know she loves seeing you all, it will really cheer her up."

"Thank you, really, but we can't. You need to have a Christmas together. Please, Ron."

After a lengthy discussion, he convinced Ron to tell his mother their thoughts.

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The three had arrived at charms and sat down in their seats. They knew it wasn't as important as some other lessons but it taught them some extremely useful skills for life. This was a class that even Ron enjoyed bacause it was more relaxed than the other classes and Professor Flitwick wasn't so strict. They sat and the professor spoke about the year and what they would learn. Hermione was glued to the front with excitement about some of the abilities she could learn. Harry and Ron spoke to Luna about her plans for Christmas and how she was happy to be back. Although, she was a bit unsure about how some of the creatures had been in the forest and planned to go there later today to check up on some of them. Harry refused the offer to join her as he had a lesson but hoped it all went well for her.

His eyes scanned the room through boredom and they lay on Malfoy. Merlin, he looked rough, he must not have slept well. He noticed his hair wasn't nice and gelled back, instead it was messy and scruffy. A bit like Harry's. He had dark bags under his eyes and he wasn't concentrating on the lesson. Harry began to feel worried for him again as he never let himself look like he did. He then saw his grey eyes look at him, full of sadness and with droopy eyelids. He felt as... wait, since when did Harry care about Malfoy? And his looks?

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Malfoy noticed Harry had been staring at him for about ten minutes and shot him a look. Harry immediately looked away and his cheeks blushed a cherry red and he bit his lip. His heart rose and dropped suddenly. Did... Harry cause that to happen? He tried to ignore it but it came back when he heard Harry's voice speaking to Hermione. Oh Merlin. Had he fell for The Chosen One? His enemy throughout school? No, he can't, what would everyone think? He's not even gay, is he?

He was grateful the lesson had ended but read his timetable to see potions. Next. Not thinking straight, he ran back to the common room and skipped the lesson. He knew it all already so he wouldn't miss much bout he couldn't sit next to Potter because he couldn't risk him finding out what he only just found out himself. He couldn't comprehend it They'd only been back for 4 days. He'd never felt this before. Apart from... could that be it? In Madame Malkin's? That feeling, for that boy he saw with the green eyes and the messy hair? Was it love? No, it couldn't be. But it was. Was he only fighting him out of jealousy for the rejection in the first year? How had he not noticed it? He sat silent, going over everything in the common room, my himself more and more tired.

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Harry and his friends walked in later on and he didn't look in their direction once. People began to make their way to bed and Harry went up the stairs. Thank Merlin, he'd gone bed. Malfoy lay down to rest before he returned and sat next to him on the sofa.

"Hmm, Malfoy, this is what you missed in lesson. It's not much and I'm sure you probably know most of it."

He tried to make coherent speech but only a murmur came out in fear of what he may convey to him.

"Look, I know you won't tell me but, are you OK? You look like you didn't sleep."

"I didn't. That's why I'm trying to now."

"Why? Is it your fa.. "

"Stop, just stop! I've already told you, it's nothing to so with you! I don't care what you think, I just want to be alone!"

Harry knew he had pushed it too far again and went to his bed.

Tears gently streamed down Malfoy's face. He couldn't cope with the feelings and know he had just pushed Harry even further away. He fell asleep and hoped to forget about it all.

" No, Father, please... Mother, help! Harry's dead? What, no?!"

He shot up and was breathing heavily. He tried to calm himself down and he felt as though speaking to Harry may be a good idea.

"Remus, Sirius! Nooo!"

Harry was shouting names and Malfoy crept up to see if he was OK. Ron had woken up and was shaking Harry to wake him up. He opened his eyes with tears all over his face. Hermione had heard the noise and got Ron to bring him outside the dorm. Malfoy ran back to the sofa and lay, pretending to sleep. He overheard the whole conversation of how Harry and been regularly since the War but didn't tell anyone as he didn't want them to worry. Malfoy wished that was why he didn't tell anyone but really he was just embarrassed about them. Hearing Harry talk about them, he felt better about them but knew Harry wouldn't talk to him about it now.