Wrong guy: chapter 4

Draco had lain in bed for the most part of the night, thinking about what he had concluded the previous night. And the more he thought about it, the more it made sense. The weirdest and most probably the scariest part of all that was that he had realized some time during the night that he was smiling at the thought.

That was wrong! He should be furious. Livid, even but no. no it seemed that kind of emotion was beyond his stupid brain because his face was cracking up with a fucking smile!

He had folded his parchment and pushed it far into his pillowcase. He did not want to be tempted to use it, not even to prove his hypothesis but he had a mind to make the son of a gun pay.

It has been two days since he spoke with Harry and even when he saw the trio outside, he didn't smile like he used to. Ron frowned when Draco passed by them in a huff but was about to shrug it off when harry turned questioning eyes on him, complete with the brow raise- that damned gesture!-

It infuriated him when harry looked at him that way. "Why are you looking at me?" he snapped and Harry sighed and just dropped the issue.

On the third night however, it was Draco whose curiosity won out. He had originally intended to avoid the parchment for at least a week but the curiosity was killing him so he reached into the pillow case and pulled out the parchment.

He read several worried messages from Harry and watched as they disappeared to be replaced by more current ones. He realized that the more current they got, the more frantic they became. He was staring at the parchment when he saw a message in progress.

Draco please, can you at least tell me you're alright? I swear I'm going crazy here and I know the parchment is not ruined I'd have felt it. This is killing me. Can you at least tell me you're okay? What is wrong? Why do you act that way when you see me? Please… help me out here okay?

I'm fine. Draco wrote, not sure how to feel about that and how to react to the excessive concern.

Oh so you saw my messages?!

Obviously. He wrote, and then added after second thought. I just saw them.

Oh alright then. I'm glad you're okay

Why do you care, harry? I mean, what is it to you if I'm fine or not? Draco wrote his heart in his throat as he waited for an answer.

Do you realize how offensive that question was? Was all the reply he got.

I didn't mean it that way… answer me.

It's nothing. Forget it.

Would you prefer to tell it to me in person?

No! No please don't.

What happened to all that Gryffindor bravery and courage they pride you for?

W... oi stop trying to blackmail it out of me!

Just tell me.

Well, Dammit I l care about you okay? That's all.

No no that's not it. What were you writing? Remember you said noting can be erased?

I know. Now will you drop the damned issue?

TELL ME!

Oh what, you didn't have to yell that.

Just so you realize the gravity of the situation. Just tell me please

It's… well, it's just that I love you.

Draco waited to see if there was going to be another message but none appeared. Are you there? Nothing. "Looks like someone bowed out." He muttered to himself and turned on his side to get settled for sleep. He had a smile on his face.

Tomorrow would be a great day, he thought, his smile growing wider.

Draco went by his morning routine whistling, much to the shock of his co prefect, Pansy, not that he was bothered. He hurried through his duties and hid in an empty classroom, waiting for his opportune moment.

He didn't have to wait for long as he heard the trio in a distance, approaching. He readjusted his position and saw Hermione chatting easily with Harry while Ron tugged behind as if he was bearing the weight of the world on those amazingly broad shoulders of his.

He waited for his moment and reached out to pull the bigger boy into the classroom with him. Startled, Ron snatched his hand back from him and frowned. "What the hell are you doing, Malfoy?"

"You know what I'm doing, Ron. Didn't you say I could talk to you when we meet outside?"

"You're nuts! When did I tell you something that twisted?!" Ron asked, his frown deepening.

"The parchment you gave me, it wasn't Harry's was it? It was yours all along, you sick twat! And I've been spending every night since then, talking to you." he said, without any sting behind the words, which probably surprised Ron from the look on his face but he still said nothing to affirm the claim.

Draco shut the door and stepped closer to the bigger boy, laying his palms on his biceps and standing on tiptoes to kiss Ron who still seemed too shocked to even breathe. "At least he hadn't pushed you away." His optimistic side encouraged. "Yet." His pessimistic side added almost silently as if in mockery.

Draco pulled back and smiled. "You know, you're supposed to say something because we have a class… Charms, to be precise."

When Ron still didn't say anything, Draco sighed and rolled his eyes. "You remember a few weeks ago when you asked me which of the Harrys I preferred and I said the one I spoke to? I meant that. I still do even after I found out it was you and not Harry. I've had time to analyze my feelings since I figured it out and Ron, what you said last night, I feel the same way. I love you."

Ron still didn't respond, if anything, his frown deepened. Draco felt the bile rise in his throat. Oh god, what if I'm wrong? He panicked what if it's not him? Good lord how do you get out of a situation like this?

"I'm sorry for bothering you…" he stammered an apology. "Really sorry, Ron" he mumbled and turned to go, his face so heated he feared he'd be having a mild stroke soon.

A/N:: I initially wrote this story with just 4 chapters and it was supposed to end right in this scene but getting positive feedback fuels me on so I'll keep at it and see how far I can go with this. Thanks to the amazing readers for challenging me.

I hope I don't disappoint you.

PS. Reviews-positive or negative- are very much appreciated.