day vi. falling
And I will fall.
-0o0-
"Well, you know, maybe we could postpone this. Don't you think it's too soon? It's just been a few days and -"
"Oh, stop making excuses, Harry." Hermione said sternly, half-dragging him to Potions class, and deciding to be the one who uses physical persuasion.
"Besides," Ron said, who was trying to talk Harry into it, "it's at the end of the class. You have time to get ready."
"Get ready and what? Make a fool of myself?"
"As always," said an icy voice.
The two parties stared at each other, both expecting hostility, with only one party prepared to give it.
Hermione gulped. "He – Hello… Malfoy." she said, not uncivilly.
"Was I talking to you, Miss Know-It-All? You'll have common sense not to go around speaking like that to people who are obviously superior to you." He looked at Ron. "Not that you'd know what exactly superiority is, seeing as you have these for friends."
He pushed them aside and went in.
"He's just horrible," Hermione sighed.
"What a prat," Ron agreed.
"What a waste," Harry said resignedly, "and he looked so hot, too."
"Eew." Ron made a face.
"Hey," Harry said, "what happened to the 'we support you, Harry' mantra?"
Ron knew he'd regret that.
-o0o-
After class, where Harry managed to take off only 10 points, Ron and Hermione pushed him to the Slytherin passage way.
"Good luck," they whispered.
Harry forced a smile.
-o0o-
"Malfoy, can we talk?" He looked confident. He felt otherwise. But maybe tricking himself into thinking that he was (confident, that is) could work.
The blond considered him, and walked over. He crossed his arms over his chest, looking quite more superior than Harry was used to.
Crabbe and Goyle lurked behind him.
"Talk." Malfoy said simply.
Harry gestured a bit to Crabbe and Goyle, "In private."
Malfoy rolled his eyes. "I haven't got all day, Pothead. I'm a busy person. I have social obligations. I can't stand around giving in to a stupid Gryffindor's request, when, really, I'm the one who has better things to do."
This triggered Harry. He'd tried being civil, but obviously that wasn't enough.
"Oh, really?" Harry replied, not without sarcasm. "Better things to do, eh? Like what, get yourself off? Maybe meet with Zabini again? Oh, you'd like that, wouldn't you, you sorry little -"
But he never got to finish, because Malfoy put his hand on Harry's mouth and dragged him off, dismissing Crabbe and Goyle.
When they got to an empty classroom, Malfoy still had his hand on Harry's lips and it seemed all Malfoy's blood had rushed to his face. Merely from the skin contact, Harry's blood, on the other hand, went to other parts of his anatomy.
"What the hell do you think you're doing, Potter?" Malfoy said, eyes wide in disbelief. Harry needed to remember to add that to his list of emotions. "Crabbe and Goyle could've overheard, and -" he motioned wildly, "and I don't even want to think of what could have happened had they found out! Even they aren't that stupid!"
"Oh, please," Harry said, dusting himself off, and pulling his shirt down to cover certain parts not worth revealing, "knowing them? They're probably together already."
Malfoy made a face, and Harry almost died of shock.
"What?" Malfoy raised an eye brow. "You look like you've seen a manticore."
Harry shook his head and blinked. "Nothing." I just didn't think you made faces.
"Whatever." The Slytherin said off-handedly, sitting down on the teacher's desk. "Anyway, what was so important that you had to put my reputation on the line just to talk to me about it?"
Harry paused. "I…" he started nervously, all previous shock forgotten. This all seemed so sudden now. "I have something to tell you."
"No kidding." If Malfoy noticed any of Harry's nervousness, he pretty good at hiding it.
"I…" he gulped, closing his eyes. "Ihaveacrushonyou."
There was a pause.
Malfoy's eyes went wide.
"Excuse me?"
Harry sighed, a burden being lifted off his chest. "I… I have a crush on you."
There was another pause.
Then Malfoy glared.
"What the fuck are you on about, Potter?" he said. He looked outraged. Harry was confused. "Is this your idea of a joke? You think it's… funny to play with someone's feelings? You sadistic bast-"
"What?" Harry said incredulously. "Malfoy, you think I'd risk making a fool out of myself to joke about my feelings?"
Malfoy seemed to think about this for a moment. "I - I just … But you wouldn't…" He shook his head. "You're bloody Harry Potter! You can't…"
"Oh, but I can."
Harry, since confessing his feelings, felt much more confident now because it seemed Malfoy wasn't going to laugh at him. If anything, he took the situation as seriously as Harry did.
The Gryffindor walked toward the teacher's desk, a bit of a smile on his face. As he reached his destination, the blond looked as if he was ready to fall off any moment.
Harry cupped Draco's face with his hands.
And then lips met lips, and they seemed to fit perfectly together.
And for that one moment, Harry broke his promise.
He fell.
-o0o-
I'm just a little bit crazy
I'm a little bit of a fool
I'm a little bit lonely
I'm a little bit of all
Oh, I need a cure
Just a little bit of you
And I will fall.
-A Little Bit, by MYMP
Author's note: I am so very sorry, readers, for the long, long, long hiatus. This may be my last time posting in as I am very busy with other matters. I thought I wasn't able to finish the last chapter, but apparently it was lurking out of sight in my hard drive. Hope you had fun reading this as I did writing it! Reviews make the world go round.