Chapter 5

The next day, after Draco had taken a very cold shower, he went down to breakfast. Luckily he had woken up before Pansy and Blaise today so he didn't have to worry about them right now. There were only a few people in the hall but Draco wasn't surprised since it was still quite early. Most students liked to lay in late on Sunday mornings. He wasn't sure what exact time Harry would be coming down to breakfast so he decided to wait for him by the tree.

He had put on his thick cloak this time and hoped Harry had had the sense to wear his too. He sat with his back against the bark of the tree and sighed. He really wanted to know about this Snape thing but he couldn't ask again, he'd have to wait till Harry told him himself or maybe he could try and ask Snape. He knew he should let it go but he felt like Harry was hiding something pretty big from him and even though they hadn't even been close for very long he felt like he had a right to know. He never considered himself as a nosey person, but he was definitely curious about this. He looked out across the lake and watched the ripples of the water as creatures within moved about.

The cold ground was soon giving him a numb bum and suddenly he realised he had been sat outside for a long time. He got up and curiously looked towards the castle but saw no figure moving towards him. He was sure breakfast was over and probably had been for so time now. Potter had stood him up. He cursed inwardly and began to think over what he could have done wrong for him to have been stood up. Maybe Harry had forgotten, or maybe he had been held up or something. Yes he was sure that was it. But he had this unpleasant feeling in his stomach. Had he pushed Harry too far when asking about Snape? Or maybe Harry had gotten bored of him. But Harry had looked pleased when he had asked for them to meet again. He leaned against the tree and looked up towards the sky, the clouds made funny shapes and blurred slightly. He couldn't shake this feeling that he had never had before. It was like he was waking up from a good dream and a sense of disappointment had set in deep in his stomach.

He stayed by the tree for nearly all day hanging onto the tiny bit of hope he had that Harry would come running down any minute apologising for being late with some funny excuse and then they would kiss and talk until they both got tired. This was stupid. Why should he expect Harry to act like his boyfriend or something? Since when were Malfoy's desperate? He mentally pulled himself together, snapped on his meanest smirk that he had nearly got accustomed to not wearing and sauntered back to castle.

It was dinner, he was sat down at the table in the hall a few seats away from Pansy and Blaise who kept shooting him questioning looks. He expected this though since he had been absent all day. He didn't have much appetite but spooned some food onto his plate anyway. He picked at it absentmindedly his head resting on one hand. He just happened to look up when Harry and some other Gryffindor's walked in the hall. Harry sat down facing Draco and began searching the Slytherin table, when he saw Draco looking at him a pain of guilt shot through his face. Draco looked quickly away and back down at his food. He decided he would try to avoid Harry at all costs and act like he didn't exist, yes this was probably childish but he didn't want to seem like he had been hurt that Harry hadn't turned up today.

He could feel Harry's eyes burning holes in him but he forced himself not to look his way, if he did he knew he would regret it. Instead he pretended he was very interested in the plate of chicken legs that were sat in front of him. After 5 intense minutes, Draco couldn't take anymore, so he abruptly got up and left the hall well aware of many eyes on him as he quickly walked. When he was in the entrance hall he stopped and sighed. He was starting to wish he'd never kissed Potter. Potter clearly did too.

"Draco wait!" Potter shouted, clearly having run out after him when seeing that he had left.

Draco didn't stop walking though; if anything he quickened his pace.

"Wait!" Potter called again, finally catching him up and pulling quite roughly on his shoulder

Draco whirled around, his face in a snarl. Why couldn't Potter just leave him alone… he was probably here to tell him straight that he regretted his actions. Potter was taken aback by Draco's expression and took a step back.

"What do you want Potter?" Draco spat.

"Erm…Sorry that I didn't turn up today" Harry looked down at his feet, his face flaming red. "I…err"

"Save it Potter."Draco interrupted before this got even more embarrassing. A Potter turning down a Malfoy, nothing was more humiliating. "I don't care what excuse you have… just say it. You regret ever being with me."

"What?" Potter said alarmed.

"You heard me…" Draco said, crossing his arms across his chest.

"I heard you. But that's not what I was going to say."

"Oh really… then enlighten me. What were you going to say?"

"I…um, had an emergency that I couldn't get out of and I'm sorry if I made you wait for ages in the cold" Harry said softly, as if scared of what Draco might say back.

"Emergency?"

"Oh, it was just…" Harry trailed off, looking at his feet

"You're lying!"

"No I'm not!" Harry said, his head snapping back up. Anger flashed in his green eyes.

"Then why can't you tell me what the 'emergency' is?"

"Because… it's private."

"Right. Well, I'm going now… so cya around Potter."

"Wait Draco!" Potter pleaded.

"No."

Draco turned and walked away and down to the Slytherin common room. He almost hoped that Potter would follow him, but the boy obviously had some sense not too.

Draco felt empty and very sad but he didn't let himself cry over something so petty. He couldn't admit to himself that half the reason he had not heard Harry out was actually because he knew he didn't deserve to be happy. But Malfoy's simply just don't get ignored, no matter how urgent this 'emergency' was. He was very confused about that, what was this emergency and why couldn't Harry tell him? He was worried and angry at him at the same time. It was making his head swim, also he had a pain down his back from sitting on the cold ground. He climbed into his bed and closed his eyes, images of Harry's startling green eyes whirled around until eventually he drifted off to sleep.