Falling
By ab102
Pairing: Harry/Draco
A/N: Okay, hopefully this lives up to your expectations. :) The repetetiveness is part of the style (if you could call it that).
To Sapphire Dragons: Thank you for pointing that out. Typo fixed. :)
day ii. fool
I'm a little bit of a fool.
The next day, he was a fool.
He was a fool for being in denial about the whole thing when he didn't even know exactly what the whole thing was.
He was a fool for denying his feelings, and he was a fool for even thinking that he didn't wear his heart on his sleeve when his desires were actually quite obvious. In fact, anyone who knew either him or Malfoy would've probably known by now. Everyone except maybe the blond himself.
He was a fool for thinking he'd actually get through Potions without spilling anything (because he was staring at a certain Slytherin), and not lose any points for it.
Probably the only consolation was that he saw Malfoy meet with Blaise Zabini after classes and kiss him on the cheek when he thought no one was looking (The bastard, he'd thought possessively, although he'd deny thinking it later), which, although cancelled Malfoy out for being available, at least made Harry sure that Malfoy liked boys.
He was a fool for lying to his best friends when they confronted him about his hormonal interest, and he was a fool for thinking that he'd gotten them convinced with a stupid muttered excuse as lame as 'the dog ate it', when the only one he'd fooled was himself.
He was a fool for staring at him again at dinner, noting that he looked a bit bored. Harry's eyes widened when something like light flashed through the blond's eyes; it absolutely electrified Harry.
Then Malfoy started talking to his fellow Slytherins, his eyes so expressive, yet so concealed that it made Harry want to tear it apart and see what was inside. He wished he could hear his voice.
Hear it in all its glory without that hate and abhorrence he always heard when it was directed at him. He wanted to hear it, and he was a fool for doing so.
He didn't see a hand waving in front of his face. All he could see was him.
"Harry? Harry? Helloooo! Anyone in there?"
He didn't see Hermione's pained look.
"Nevermind, Ron." She held his arm gently, pushing it down. "No one's in there right now."
As always, he thought he was hiding his feelings pretty good. No one had confronted him about his hormonal interest, and he thought it was because he was good at hiding it, when it was actually because no one bothered.
Whyask for reassurances and confirmation about something was so sure, anyway?
He was a fool for thinking about him that night.
He was a fool for wondering what brand of pajamas he wore, and what kind of soap he used. He even idly wondered if he said 'goodnight' to his dormmates.
He was a fool for not noticing the concerned sigh beside his bed.
"Don't get hurt, Harry." A certain red-head whispered.
"Good night." He whispered so softly that only he heard it, and yet he hoped it reached Draco's ears.
And then he slept smiling, without nightmares, for the first time in months.
A/N: Second chapter down. Five more to go. :) Hope you liked this one. Polite critisism is encouraged. :)
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