I decided I'm not gonna tell you who's POV this is. You have to guess! Have fun!
.x. The Visit .x.
"You coming to dinner?"
"No, go on without me, you two."
"You sure?"
I nodded, my eyes glued to the pages of the book I held firmly in front of my face. I leaned back on the sofa, ignoring the two thug-like boys staring back at me, halfway out of the common room. "Go on, I'll eat later…"
I held my breath slightly, listening to their footsteps fade as they left. As much as I hated to admit it, I was anxious, depressed even. He didn't even answer… Man, what am I being so wishy-washy for?
Letting out a small sigh, I slowly shut the book, staring blankly at it. I couldn't shake it out of my thoughts; it was as if it was branded permanently in my mind: that kiss… Our kiss…
Why are you thinking such things, boy?! What would your father think…consorting around with that, that filthy piece of trash! What would he say about it? No, it's best if you forgot him and went on with your life before he ruins it. There was a little voice in my head trying to talk me out of it, my feelings, my thoughts, my desires.
Why? Was it possible there was a small hint of doubt lurking somewhere deep in my mind? Was there a part of me that feared what others would say? Yes… What would others say if two people, supposedly arch-nemesis, were to get together? Would we get together? Could we…?
Forget him, child… See the torment he causes you? The pain he brings to your heart? Shut him out. Forget him.
No.
I didn't want to forget; I couldn't even explain that. Part of me panicked when I thought of tuning him out of my life. Maybe I was afraid of him…or myself?
I didn't know anymore.
There was a soft knocking on the door from behind, causing me to jump slightly. I looked back, expecting someone coming back from dinner, but then realized it was far too early for that… Rising to my feet, I made my way towards the door, already knowing who it would be. Silently opening the door, I went over my previous thoughts, still arguing with myself.
And there he was, his dark, unruly hair, solemn bespectacled eyes, a slight, pout-like frown on his round face.
"Potter," I said quietly.
"Draco…"
Maybe this could work.
We stood there for a moment, awkward, but afterward I invited him inside, making sure no one had followed.
"What's the matter? Worried about your rep?" he asked mockingly, trying to change the awkward mood. I smirked and retorted, "Worried about yours?"
He didn't answer to that. He was staring around, his back to me, taking in his surroundings. He looked so innocent in that thoughtful state…
"What did you want me here for, Draco?"
"Honestly, I don't know…"
"W-what do you mean you don't know?" He rounded on my, his expression going from thoughtful to angry as he stormed over towards me. "I don't have all day! Whatever it is you want, just get it over with so I can go—"
I didn't let him finish.
I don't know why I did it.
Or maybe I did.
I pinned him to the ground, my heart racing.
I know, now, what it is I want…