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"Can this damn day go any slower," I think to myself as I half-ass work on my potion. I can hear Slughorn going off about one thing or another at the front of the room, but my mind is more focused on the note in my pocket. Now, being in Slytherin means I am cunning and smart, so don't think I haven't run through all the possibilities this past hour. First of all, this could be a horrid trap to once again, humiliate me. Except, ever since that one day in Professor Snape's office, Harry seems to be less of a bully. Secondly, I know I could be getting stood up, but I don't think he would be that bad. Although, he could be tipping Professor Sprout off that a student will be sneaking around the greenhouses tonight….no wait, that's something I would do, have done….anyway. Then again, maybe Harry has feelings for me too, doubtful, but I have hope. I just hope if he does show he comes alone.
Lunch time. I have been stuck in potions all morning, and my potion was shit! Damn Potter, why does he have to be such a distraction? I drag myself to the Great Hall, and there he is, surrounded by his fan club. "Disgusting," I mutter as I walk by. I plop myself down away from Pansy, but of course, here she comes. "Drakypoo what's wrong? You haven't been yourself lately," she whines at me. I roll my eyes and focus on the turkey sandwich that is making itself in front of me. God I love house elves. Pansy continues to whine in my ear, in six years, I have gotten very good at ignoring her, but everyone has their limits. "Stupify," I mumble as I point my wand at her from beneath the table. Thankfully it isn't strong enough to make a noticeable bang, but at least she shut up. The hall is beginning to empty and I realize that she wasted a whole hour of my time with her incessant chattering.
The rest of the day passes in an annoying blur. I have no idea what Snape taught, I was too busy staring at Potter. He wasn't too happy about his new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher. I just hope he doesn't believe everything Dumbledore says about him, I know he is playing both sides. I also have a good idea why. I'm not the only one attracted to those emerald green eyes, although I'm pretty sure there is a separate reason for Snape's obsession with them. It's odd, that Potter's patronus is a stag and Snape's is a doe, very curious. Finally, its 6:30 and I can head down to the greenhouses.
As I slip out of the dungeons, not even Mrs. Norris is seen. Dusk has barely fallen as I enter the outdoors. I check my watch, still having plenty of time to get down there. Just as I round the corner, I see Potter's unmistakable jet black hair. Stopping short I dive around one of the many tall trees scattered around the ground. In my bag, I pull out a full size mirror and check my appearance. I picked out my best jeans and hoodie, since it was a little chilly. Once satisfied, I mutter, "Reducio," before slipping it away and heading down the hill into what could be the end of my social status.
I stop about ten feet away from his back, inserting a gentle cough to get his attention. Clearly not expecting me, he jumps a little and turns around. He was clearly trying too hard when he got dressed. I give him a once over, taking in his tan jacket, black tee shirt, and probably a size too small jeans. Neither of us speaks, but I follow him as he opens the door to the greenhouse and walks in. As always, the greenhouse is warm, and Harry slides off his jacket. I follow suit, pulling my hoodie off, revealing a long sleeve black shirt; its times like these I really miss my tee shirts.
He stands there, arms crossed, right in front of me. Unsure as to if I am supposed to make the first move, I say in a barely audible whisper, "Evening Potter," as I nearly choke on my nerves. Suddenly, as though those are the magic words, his tense body loosens up. As quick as lightning, he flies at me, and as an initial reaction, I whip my wand out. Harry looks hurt as he stops when he feels the tip of my outstretched wand in his chest. Embarrassed, I hide it away and get within an inch of his face; unsure as to if he wants a hug or a kiss. Luckily, my hesitation causes him to act once again and wrap his arms around me. I don't let down my guard right away, but as he nestles his face into my neck, I realize that he isn't here to harm me, so I wrap my arms around him and rest my chin on his head.
We stand there uninterrupted for a good ten minutes, but it felt as though it were only a few. He pulls away and takes my hand, leading me to a bench in the back of the greenhouse. We sit side by side, both afraid to start the conversation, but not afraid to remain holding hands. Thankfully it's dark or Harry would see the blush that had caused my face to turn a deep shade of red. Finally, Potter speaks, "Look, Malfoy, the last few years, neither of us have exactly made it easy on the other." I respond with the first thing that comes to mind, making me sound brilliant I'm sure, "I know Potter." I hear him sigh next to me and squeeze my hand tighter, "We can't let anyone know, not yet. I've loved you since the first time I saw you on your broom in those lovely Quidditch robes. I just didn't know what I was feeling until recently. I mean, Cho Chang kissed me, and it was, less than enjoyable, but I wasn't sure why until I saw you on the train. I'm sorry." Unsure as to what to reply, I shift my feet in the dirt. I can feel him holding his breath next to me, waiting for me to say something, anything.
"I'm sorry to Harry, for more than you know or understand. Someday, I will share all my secrets with you, but now is not the time," I say without looking at him. Eventually he will find out about the Dark Mark, but not until this relationship, or friends with benefits, or whatever this is finds itself at a much more serious level. He sighs again, but this time, it seems much more content than the last one. Again, we sit in silence, the pinkish red sky slowly fading away into darkness. Once the sunlight is gone, Harry leads me outside to lie in the grass and look up at the stars with him, my hand in his. As we lay there, I want nothing more than to roll on top of him and smother him in kisses, but with his unsure feelings I won't.
Yawning, I go to stand up, but Harry pulls me back down and I land half on top of him. He moans slightly, but I'm not sure if it's from my weight pushing the air out of him or from arousal. My eyes linger between his legs, trying to see if in the darkness he has a bulge, but it's useless in this light to try. I can feel my own growing as I kiss up his chest, onto his neck, and stop at the corner of his lips. It's a good thing I linger slightly there, because he turns his head and presses his lips to mine. At first, it is nothing more than an awkward first kiss; the kind where you are unsure of the other person's kissing style. Then, it turns into a much more passionate and heated kiss. I straddle his waist as he runs his hands through my hair, locking my face to his. I trace my tongue over his lips, but this was clearly too soon for Harry's liking. He pushes me off him, gets up, summons our jackets from the greenhouse, and walks away without another word. Leaving me in the grass, alone, confused, and hurt. After giving him a thirty minute head start, I make the trek up to the castle and down into the dungeons. Thankfully tomorrow is Friday and I don't have any classes. What an interesting night.
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This one is about 300 words longer than I usually write, but I got so into the Harry feelings that I just couldn't stop! I love you all! R&R…cookies for everyone!