Sadly I own no rights to the Harry Potter franchise.
AN/ I am only continuing this story for the sake of FeedMikey who convinced me to write this story in the first place, along with a couple of other people asking me to continue with it. Sorry that it took so long, I have been juggling classes, work and a social life for a while now and haven't really had the time for much of anything. Well hope you guys like it.
As Draco awoke the next morning the full weight of his actions began to press upon him. He just knew that Potter had told someone and had a great laugh over the incident as soon as he had left the library, because why wouldn't he? Draco had been stupid and now the entire school would find out just how ridiculous he had been.
He began to get dressed for the day and felt queasy at the prospect of seeing Harry in potions class. Draco didn't think he could stand to see the Gryffindor after last night. His legs wobbled as he walked down to the Great Hall for breakfast not even remotely listening to whatever Crabbe and Goyle were bickering about. As he entered the Great Hall he waited to hear the snickers he knew would come from the other students, but surprisingly there were none. Everything seemed to be normal, it seemed as if Potter had kept his mouth shut after all.
Draco sat at the Slytherin table and began to fill his plate, barely touching his food. It had been a full year since he had realized that his seeming hatred for Potter was actually anger that should have been directed at himself for his attraction to the green eyed Gryffindor. He had realized this during the Quidditch match last year against Gryffindor, when Potter had bumped into him during their race to catch the Golden snitch. Draco had thought that the electricity zinging through his body from the touch was merely adrenaline from the thrill of the game. It was later that week in potions class that he had felt the same shock when looking into those emerald green class bell rang and shook Draco from his thoughts. He groaned and grabbed his bag and headed down to potions.
He halfheartedly joked Crabbe, Goyle, and Blaise on their way down to the dungeons. Until he saw Potter and his face became heated, his "friends" mistook his blush for anger and set in on Harry and Hermione with the normal taunts and jeers.
****** Harry's pov
As Harry and Hermione entered the corridor of the potions class, he saw Draco and his friends. Harry although still embarrassed, felt slightly elated at looking at the blonde. Draco was a bright shade of red that betrayed to only him, his equal embarrassment. Harry looked at him, ignoring the jeers, and winked. The shocked look on Draco's face was priceless. He chuckled outloud, gaining a confused look from Hermione. "
" You know Harry, I think this task is making you lose it, Crabbe just insulted your family and you laughed" Hermione whispered. " Dont worry 'Mione, just a little private joke between me and Malfoy" Harry chuckled in reply.
********* Draco's POV
Potions class seemed to drag on forever, the only thing that kept Draco occupied through Crabbe's incessant blubbering was the hope that Potter might actually feel something for him. This, Draco reflected was a silly, insane and off the wall hope, and yet Potter had winked at him. Of all the things he expected this the least, Draco looked towards Potters table to see Snape hovering dangerously close and lecturing him on the poor state of his antidote. Potter looked over and caught his wandering eye and smirked, Draco immediately flushed and turned away, knocking over his armadillo bile all over Crabbe.
" Oy whatcha do that for?" Crabbe grunted irritably.
"Thought maybe it would mask your stench a bit" He retorted fury and shame making him flush even further.
The rest of potions passed very slowly for Draco, but when the bell rang he flew from the door, oblivious to the protests of Goyle, and Crabbe who he had left to pack up his things. Whatever Potter thought of him, it wouldn't matter, they would never be able to act on their feelings their worlds were far too different.