Chapter 10
Draco's POV
He stood still for a few minutes, staring ahead of him. It seemed that he would have to push a little harder to make Harry take that step. It was getting to be more difficult than he had thought. It seemed that he was in desperate need of a plan, one that would ensure the reaction he so longed for. He bit his lip and pondered. He felt that he should leave Harry by himself for a little while until he could pounce, metaphorically speaking of course, or maybe not. A traditional slytherin smirk drew to his lips as he walked to the door and squeaked it open and exited quite quickly. He walked in an unusually slow pace towards the castle grounds. He was taking the time to think, away from his rowdy, possibly drunken Slythering friends. He ran through several little plans, one of his favourites being, him hiding in a broom closet awaiting the raven haired boy and eventually dragging him into the darkness and taking him right there and then. A terribly impractical plan, however it was one for his daydreams. He chuckled slightly to himself, how many times had he found himself gazing across a classroom at the famous Harry Potter, daydreaming of them both in a romantic position. But alas it was proving quite difficult for anything like that to be true, he could always drop his cool and cruel facade and just tell the boy outright, but that really wasn't something Draco was willing to do, he could make all the advances, but it was the other male that he wanted to take it further. He would bide his time, however little of it there was left. Both in their final year at Hogwarts, the time was flittering away undesirably.
Reaching the entrance hall doors he swung them open and walked inside, shaking slightly, it had been raining, amazingly enough he hadn't noticed until that moment that he was drenched, once again. He would just have to change in his dormitory before he could go t his victory party. Shivering at every step he began at a slight sprint towards the stairs, he descended them within half a minute. Standing in front of the portrait, he uttered the password snake bite. As soon as the portrait swung open a blast of laughter and chatter reached his ears. It seemed that the party was well under way and the merriment was quite humorous, it seemed that Crabbe and Goyle had already drunk one too many drinks and were intricately sprawled across the leather couch nearest to the entrance hole. Both snoring quite loudly considering the noise within the room. Taking a deep breath he entered the room, obviously he had immediately been spotted, his name was called across the room, by a few people at once. Pansy had swanned her way through the crowd and began draping herself over Draco. Rolling his eyes he attempted the prise her off his own arm. It was quite apparent that she had also had a few too many drinks, she reeked of alcohol and spoke in a slurred tone.
"Draco... won against those stupid... didn't see it before you though"
"Ugh... yes that's nice Parkinson, now kindly get off me"
He didn't even need to request it, as soon as he had spoke Blaise had already pushed her aside and was jauntily clapping Draco across the back, causing the blonde to vault forward slightly.
"Good job beating those stupid Gryffindors mate, they can't match you. Whoa, you're soaking wet, where have you been all night then, you've missed all the fun, Goyle decided he wanted to sing, it was funny as hell, I was pissing my sides laughing"
"I ... had some business to attend to, I'll be right back down, I need to change"
He quickly retreated to his dormitory, slamming the door behind him. Breathing deeply and leaning against the door, Thank Merlin for this room, now I don't have to listen to that noise. He gripped at his forehead, a headache beginning to attack him. He stripped his wet clothing from his body and pulled out a clean pair of black slacks and a dark green shirt, accompanied by a pair of black silk boxers. Within twenty minutes he was cleaned up, changed, dry and smelling of a musky aftershave. Not quite wanting to face the drunken antics of the other partying students he decided that he would go on a walk around the hallways, he needed some time to think by himself and he didn't feel that being confronted by Blaise and Pansy were part of a quiet night, he wasn't really up for a party. He was feeling a little downhearted at his failed efforts. He sneaked past the few students left standing and exited the room before any of them could notice his disappearance.
Ascending the stairs to the entrance hall, he found himself leaning against the wall by the stairs and sliding down it to seat himself, uncomfortably on the cold, stone ground. He felt slightly alone, what could he possibly do to draw in that ever elusive Potter, it needed to be something seductive enough, but subtle enough. It was annoying, all he wanted to do was grab the boy and kiss his face off, but that wasn't exactly something he could do, his arrogance and status wouldn't allow him to do such a thing. He peered down at the ground and took a deep breath and exhaled loudly. Placing a hand on his throbbing forehead, his headache growing more and more painful.