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Potter was staring at him. Draco could feel his gaze prickling the back of his neck. He sighed. "Potter's staring at me, isn't he?" He asked Blaise, who glanced to Potter. "Yep," he said. Draco turned and looked at him, raising an elegant eyebrow. Potter flushed and quickly looked away, and strangely Draco felt a strange sort of warmth pool in his stomach at the blush. He turned back around, trying to ignore it. Pansy smirked at his expression. "Cat got your tongue, Dray?" she asked sweetly.
"No," he snapped and ran his hand through his hair. "You only do that when you're confused," Blaise noted. "...Stop," Draco said dully. He got up and walked out of the hall and immediately slumped against the wall. The vision of Potter blushing kept coming back into his thoughts. Sure, he may be a git, and a bit dull, but he sure looks cute, Draco thought. He then shook his head, messing up his hair. What was he thinking? He couldn't possibly fancy... Potter? He groaned, covering his face with his hands. Draco decided to skip classes for the day.
Huh, Harry thought. Where was Draco? The blonde had found him staring at him and now he didn't show up to classes. Harry had fancied Draco since fourth year. He knew he had no chance but that didn't stop his feelings. Potions was even worse when Snape realized that his favorite student had not shown up to show off what he had learned from Snape. (cough people needed to know how cool Snape was cough) Instead, he had started to torment Harry. "Your potion is just as awful as your father was," Snape sneered. Harry tried to ignore him. "Nobody would be your friend if you weren't the chosen one," Snape snapped again, trying to get a reaction from Harry. Harry felt his eyes get watery and tried to blink away the tears. Snape noticed and smirked. "I bet your little girlfriend has already ditched you," He tried. Harry's head snapped up. "I'm fucking gay!" he yelled. People looked at him in shock. "Then no man would ever want for being you, they'd only want you for being famous. You're ugly enough anyway," he scowled. Harry stood up and left, tears brimming in his eyes. He ran over to the library and tried to find a corner to cry in, to no luck.
Draco sat at a table in a corner of the library. A pile of books were stacked up in front of him. Suddenly, a boy burst into the area. "Potter?" Draco gasped. His face was red, tears sliding down his cheeks. "Fuck," the boy ground out. Draco stood up. "Are you okay?" Draco asked, worried. "Leave me alone, Malfoy," Harry sobbed. He leaned against the bookshelf and slid down to the floor, hiding his face in his hands. "I was here first, Potter," Draco replied weakly. He bent down next to Harry and embraced the shaking boy in his arms. Harry stiffened. "Just relax," Draco mumbled into Harry's shoulder. Harry wrapped his arms around Draco and cried into his shoulder. Draco kissed Harry's neck a few times and froze. Shit, he thought. Harry had stiffened again. Yes yes yes yes yes, Harry thought ecstatically. He kissed Draco's jaw and pulled him closer. Draco sighed in pleasure and continued to kiss Harry. "It's okay," Draco murmured, "Whatever it is, it's okay, I've got you." Harry smiled, a tear sliding down his cheek. Draco began to rock Harry back and forth in his lap. "Damn," Harry muttered in shock. Draco had began to run his hand through Harry's hair. Harry sighed in contentment and started to get drowsy. "Wow," he thought, dazed, before drifting to sleep. Draco smiled down at him, noticing that he was sleeping, and picked him up. He gently carried Harry into the Eighth year dormitory and laid him in his bed. Draco decided to lie next to him, but not before stripping down to his boxers. He pulled Harry's robes off, leaving him in an undershirt and trousers. He pulled the blankets over them, feeling content and happy. He kissed Harry's shoulder sleepily and drifted off.