Again not the end of this chapter, more will go up when I have time.
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Harry looked up as his class started to file into the classroom. He sighed, stood up and took his place in front of the black board using his wand to write up the objectives of the days lesson. Harry was still finding it hard to concentrate, his mind was always on Draco, but today more than ever, because today was the day Draco broke his heart and tried to win it back.
Harry entered the prefect's bathroom and threw his bag at the wall. It thudded loudly, heavy hard back books hitting the tiled wall. Harry fell to his knees in the middle of the floor and silent tears rolled down his cheeks. How could he have been so stupid, to make himself so vulnerable to someone like that, he should have stuck to his initial thought when the weird Draco first showed up with his flirting and stuff, he should have realise. Harry kept on blaming himself for not realising, yet all he wanted was some comfort, the comfort of bare pale skin pressed against his cheek, warm muscular arms wrapped around him, and that smell, that smell of vanilla.
Draco placed the picture back in the frame, closed it up and put it back in place. He took a final look in the mirror, something he couldn't do before. He had never been able to look at his reflection through school, it repulsed him. Draco walked out of the door and straight to the dungeon classroom. His class was waiting for him, he flung open the door (making an impression like that was valuable, he'd learnt it from the best) and walked to the front of the class. "There will be no foolish wand waving or silly incantations in this class." He said as the class began to pay rapt attention to him. Draco gave them the full speech, the speech he had receive his first ever potions lesson. The class began to write up notes and Draco let his mind wander again.
"Did you see his face!" one of the Slytherin students was saying.
"I know 'I AM NOT GAY'!" another mimicked, laughing.
Draco stood up and walked out of the great hall he stopped just outside the door trying to make up his mind where he wanted to go. Should he head back to his dorm, to the lake or to the prefects bathroom. He closed his eyes for a second and then began to walk.
Draco put his hand on the door handle and opened the door slowly, looking round to check if anyone was watching him go in first. The sight the met Draco's eye was one that made it feel like his heart was being ripped in two. Harry was sitting in the middle of the floor sobbing; he could see Harry's shoulders shaking. Draco walked cautiously over to him and sat down on the floor. Harry made no signs that he knew Draco was there, he just continued to sob. Draco reached out and touched his arm, he left his hand there to see if Harry would move it but he didn't. Draco then pulled Harry towards him and wrapped his arms around him. Harry lay across Draco's lap holding his hands over his tear streaked face, breathing in the scent. Draco bent down and kissed the top of Harry's head, and that was the breaking point. Harry stood up so quick, he glared and Draco grabbed his bag and walked out of the bathroom.