Authors Note: This is my disclaimer; If I owned Harry Potter, then trust me, Draco's head would never have gone anywhere near Pansy's lap.
She couldn't bear to look up at him, no, especially not his eyes; his eyes that resembled liquid silver swirling about in a glass orb. No, don't look. Her fingers twisted and knotted, mingling dangerously, threatening to become permanently interlocked.
"What's wrong?" he placed his hands on her shoulders, his warm invitingly large hands that she so longed to hold. She cringed, don't, don't touch me. "What's wrong?" he asked again, slightly more worried. Tears collected at the rim of her eyes, her fingers wrestled more furiously now. She couldn't help but whimper.
"No-nothi-nothing... We're friends right?" she couldn't' help it, she peeked at him from beneath her lashes. "Right?"
"Of course."
"And friends help each other right? They'll stop other friends making mistakes right?" the first tear escaped, splattering when it reached her wringing fingers.
"Yeah." He answered enthusiastically, as if to prove his willingness and that she was right.
"So you'll help me right? Help me not make mistakes..." he pulled her into him as she broke out into pitiful sobs, not knowing where the sombre conversation was leading. Lightly rubbing her back she tucked her head into his neck, effectively soaking his neck and shirt.
"Yeah, anything for you, what's wrong, babe? Don't cry, I'll help you" he soothed. She pulled away sniffling, rubbing at her eyes and drying her tears.
"Anything?" he nodded.
"Help me, stop me falling in love with you..." the tears came back afresh, as if in the short interval they had replenished themselves. He felt his heart sink...
"Hey, hey" he soothed "alright, I'll help, but you have to help me with something too, is that cool?" he pushed her away so he could see her face, her eyes were becoming puffy and red. She nodded.
"Yeah, sure." She sounded pitiful, her voice was croaky and hoarse yet unnaturally high pitched.
"You're going to have to help me stop loving you."