Potter was gone.
Draco slowly laid the newspaper down. Three days ago, Harry potter had kissed Draco Malfoy under the moonlight. Draco's lips still tingled and his heart still fluttered when he thought about it.
It had been confirmed that Potter was missing. Nobody had seen him for days and his apartment had been emptied.
The headlines were big and bolded and there was a picture of Potter beneath, looking up shyly at the camera.
Gone. The words sank in and Draco's coffee cup fell to the floor with a clatter, breaking the expensive china and spilling scalding coffee all over the place.
No. No. No! Potter couldn't be gone! Not after what he did. Not after taking Draco's heart. He hated to admit it, but Harry Potter had stolen his heart. He tried hard not to think about him, but every little thing reminded him of Potter.
Draco buried his head in his hands. He was being stupid. It was probably only some stupid little crush.
Just a stupid little crush.
Draco pulled himself out of the chair and into his bedroom, where the bed was unturned. He wrinkled his nose. He laid down the newspaper on his bed and then got changed for work. He straightened his tie in the mirror and then looked back at the paper.
Without thinking, he waved his wand and the picture of Potter was cut out and flew into his hand. He looked at it and then shoved it into his pocket, cursing his feelings.
XXX
Potter, Potter, Potter. It was everywhere. It was all people talked about. Draco wanted to curl up and die. The squeezing feeling in his chest refused to go away.
Even in his own private office Potter's name followed. While talking through the floo, he found himself scribbling Potter's name. When he realized what he was doing, he crumpled the paper up and threw it as hard as he could into his bin.
It's just a stupid little crush.
XXX
"Hey mate, have you hear about Potter?" Damn you Blaze.
"Of course I have. It's fucking every where."
"Personally I'm happy he is gone." Pansy said, sneering. Draco gnashed his teeth. Why was he feeling so protective?
"Want to go grab some lunch?"
"Sure."
It's just a stupid little crush.
XXX
"What do you want Malfoy?"
"I just wanted to know when you last saw potter."
"Why?" Hermione spat shakily, tears starting to stream down her face.
"Piss of ferret. I bet your loving this." Ron snarled, putting an arm around the sobbing girl.
They were at an outside café in diagonally. Draco shifted from foot to foot.
"Well?" He asked finally. Ron stood up, red in the face. It looked like he wanted to punch him.
Hermione stood up as well and tugged at Ron's arm.
"Lets go Ronald." She pulled him away, and Draco was left there alone. His heart gave a painful clench.
It's just a stupid little crush.
XXX
Draco was crying. Tears streamed down his face as he curled up in his chair. The fire roared in front of him.
"Why are you crying?" Potter's voice asked in his head.
"Leave me alone." Draco thought. It was only his imagination. He knew Potter wasn't actually there. A misty version of his crush formed in front of him.
Draco looked up at Potter. He hated that his mind had formed this imaginary friend version of the raven.
"You know I can't. I'm in your head, remember."
"Well then get out!" Potter only shook his head and stood next to the shaking blonde, putting a misty arm around him.
After that, the fake Potter was everywhere. He followed Draco at home, at work, and even when he was out in public.
Finally, Draco turned and glared.
"Are you a ghost? Are you dead? Is that why you're haunting me?" Potter cocked his head to the side.
"I don't think I'm dead. I'm not sure actually. I'm not the real Potter remember? I know just as much as you do. I'm only saying what you think I'm saying."
Draco growled and waved his arm through the image, and it disappeared back into his head.
It's just a stupid little crush. It would disappear soon.
XXX
It had been more than eight months, and the stupid little crush was still there. It effected Draco with what he did every day. He had resulted to talking to Imaginary Potter. It was the only way he could keep sane.
He still had the black and Wight photograph. It was crumpled and slightly torn. Draco kept it in his pocket most of the day, and then when he came home he would un fold it carefully and spent hours looking at that floppy hair, shining eyes, those soft lips.
Draco was in love.
One night, he was tossing and turning in his sheets. He could not sleep no matter how hard he tried. He hadn't had sex in eight months, and it was killing him. He just couldn't.
When he tried, he would think of Potter and he just didn't have the strength to continue. He wanted the real thing. He wanted Potter. Did Potter think about him the same way?
Did Potter like him too?
Was Potter in love with him as well?
"DAMN YOU POTTER!" Draco bellowed, sitting up straight. There was only one thing for it.
Draco Malfoy was going to find Harry Potter.
And he was going to bring him back.
Stupid. STUPID big crush.