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Chapter 8 You Must Think Me A Complete Snake

Draco was sitting at a small table in the Slytherin common room doing his homework, humming to himself softly as Pansy, Blaise, Crabbe and Goyle approached and sat down on various couches and chairs.

"Draco?…" Pansy began hesitantly.

"Hmmm?" he hummed absentmindedly. "What is it?"

"Well… People are spreading rumors that you're Courting Potter. What should we do?"

"Nothing, of course," he answered, putting down his quill and stretching his slender fingers, deciding to take a break for the moment. "Why would you? It's true."

All four of them looked shocked at his casual reply, and he looked at them all, arching one blonde brow.

"Did you not see me give him a yellow rose and kiss his hand after lunchtime?"

"Well, yes," Pansy admitted, the others nodding in answer. "But we just thought that you were trying to humiliate him."

"I was trying to humiliate him?" Draco said sharply, his normally composed face twisting with hurt. "My god, you really think that I would go that far with our school boy tiff? You must think me a complete snake…"

"We didn't mean to offend you, Draco," Blaise said softly, placing a gentle hand on his arm. "We're only concerned for you. This could have serious repercussions."

"You think I don't know that?" he asked, shrugging out from under his touch, smiling at him briefly to lessen the sting. "I do know, but… Harry needs me. I can't tell you why yet, but I will someday, I promise. He trusts me. He talked to me and Severus after Potions, told us things. And he loves me. That's more then I'd ever get from any marriage that my father would probably try to arrange on my behalf. I've already wrote my parents informing them."

"He told you that he loves you?" Pansy asked in shock, looking stunned at the thought.

"Not directly, no," he explained. "But I have heard him say it, twice. Once in his sleep while he was dreaming about me, and once to Sev. He's still wary of my intentions, I think, but I'm determined to prove to him that they're completely honorable. I… I love him. I probably always have. Like the proverbial little boy that pulls the girl's pigtails because he doesn't know how else to show his feelings. Doesn't know what he's feeling, in fact. Well, thanks to Harry, I understand now. This is what's been missing between us. It's why we fought, and it's why we stopped."