Chapter 4

Draco's POV

A loud sigh escaped his lips as he lifted his head. He had had enough of staring at the ground and enough of battling with himself inwardly. All he could seem to think of anymore was that emerald eyed boy. He even noticed the little things about him, during their classes together, as he often glanced across the room whenever he gained the chance. The way he chewed the end of his quill when he was thinking of what to write down. The way he stuck his tongue out of the side of his mouth when he was writing. The way his eyes could pierce any heart and make even the coldest of hearts melt away. Amazing really that someone of Draco's stature could fall so easily for someone that had been his enemy for so long. He didn't really know when it had all started and he often racked his brains to figure it out. He still didn't know but felt that he could trace it to a certain extent to the day that Harry had bumped into him in the hallway a long time ago, he felt that he should have pushed Harry away but couldn't bring himself to do it. He stared deeply into those tormented eyes that day and truly saw the boy behind the glasses. One last deep breath and he rose from his seated position. He paced the room, asking himself the same question repeatedly. Why did it have to be Harry bloody Potter?. It was no secret that Draco was more sought after than most boys in the school, he could snap his fingers and a flock of girls and albeit boys, would fall at his feet. And yet he had to give his heart to the one boy that he knew he could never have. It was more tormenting than sitting in the common room with Pansy for over an hour. He knew he couldn't be with Potter for many reasons. The main being that 1. Draco was promised to Pansy Parkinson, he would have to marry her as soon as school was done to uphold the pure wizarding blood, much to his digression he had to comply for the good of the Malfoy name. 2. Harry would never see Draco as more than the blonde haired git that had done nothing but make everyday hell for him since he started Hogwarts. Even if there was the slight, miniscule chance that Harry felt for Draco the way he did for Harry, there was no way they would ever be able to be together, something like that would be more than forbidden amongst the Malfoys.

He ran a rough hand through his sleek and slightly wet, blonde hair, resting his hands on the back of his neck as he continued to pace and think. If I could just hold him in my arms once, then I wouldn't have to feel so empty anymore. He slapped the side of his head. Stop thinking like that Draco, you are a Malfoy, such things are forbidden. You need to sort yourself out, stop being so idiotic, you know where your duties lie. He came to a wall, aside of it was the chalk board where he had written the plans that would help Slytherin to victory, his plans were right and... they had won. Anger suddenly rushed inside of him and he kicked a hole in the board. His fists clenched by his side, he pulled his leg down and rested his foot on the floor, a throbbing pain now searing through it. He groaned through a strained sigh and picked up his clothes. He found his wand beneath them, gripping it within his more than tense fingers and muttered Reparo. He peered at the newly repaired board, he suddenly realised how much damage he had caused. He didn't know his own strength, he had never gathered so much anger to have done something like that, especially with a bare foot. He sighed and went into the shower room to cool himself down. He pulled the towel from his waist and threw it aside, as it slid across the white, tiled flooring, it eventually came to a halt, to lie on the ground just in front of the doorway to the shower room. He turned the handle to switch the shower on, an icy cold jet of water poured down on him. He pushed his hair back of his face to allow the water to run down it. He turned, and the water trickled down his pale skinned back, his eyes were closed as he tried his hardest to maintain a whisper of calming thought, but all the while those piercing green eyes lingered upon his troubled mind. He turned one more time to clean himself and he turned the handle to cease the gushing water. His foot still throbbing to a certain extent but feeling steadily better. He might just go for a trip to see Madam Pomfrey, before he returned to the common room.

He stepped away from the shower and rubbed his cheek with a groan. I am so sick of this, I can even keep a thought for myself anymore without him throwing himself into my mind. It's not fair, I have to do something to push him away from me, once and for all. He reached down for his towel and wrapped it neatly around his slender waist once more. He stepped out of the light of the room into the dark of the changing room. He grabbed his clothes from the bench where he had been seated before. He couldn't conjure up anything that would help him escape himself. Maybe the victory party in the Slytherin common room could help him escape the brutality of his own thoughts. He nodded inwardly, yes that would work, that could help him, even if it was only a temporary relief. He turned the corner towards a closed off room for him to change, when he heard a sudden bang, someone had just come into the changing room. He frowned and walked out of the closed off area to see who had entered.

"Hey, who's in he..."

Oh shit. It was him, what the hell was he doing here, he should be in the hospital wing, being looked after by Madam Pomfrey. Goddamn that woman, she healed people way too quickly. He held his frown then looked up at the clock that was hanging on the wall above the shower room door. What the... how long have I been down here? He stood still as he crossed paths with the raven haired centre of Draco's affection. He gulped and began to blink rapidly, he looked the boy up and down, peering at his mud splattered quidditch uniform. It suddenly dawned on him, he hadn't changed yet. He was stood in front of the boy that had been attacking his thoughts for longer than he could remember, in nothing but a towel that just covered the important parts of him.

"Potter..."