POTTER (a Drarry Fanfic)

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Harry looked at his shoes trying to avoid Draco's searching eyes. He shouldn't have said that. You can't blame amortentia now...

Now that Harry's thinking about it, he shouldn't even care about Malfoy and his book. He could've kept it to himself or rather show it to everyone and embarrass Malfoy to get back at him for all the years of taunting. But Harry didn't want that. Something is telling him that deep inside, he knew he wanted to have Malfoy near and he was sure it had nothing to do with amortentia.

"Yeah, I did look for you. Here just take it." Harry said and shoved the book to Malfoy's hands. Harry noticed that Malfoy gazed at his hand covered in blood so he quickly tugged his sleeves down to cover it.

He hurriedly turned around to get going but stopped when Malfoy called him.

"Potter," He said. "Thank you..." Malfoy said in a low whisper. Harry almost didn't hear it but he was lucky he did. It made his heart do a summersault that made him grin.

"No problem. I was glad I'm the one who found it." Harry smiled, took a quick glance at Malfoy and then continued. He didn't bother to look back at Malfoy's confused and shock expression and was pleased with himself.

"Y-You didn't open it, did you?" Malfoy stuttered but Harry was already far ahead. He just shook his head and chuckled.

"Good night, Malfoy."

Harry already succumbed to the fact that he indeed like Draco Malfoy.

-

Two brutal weeks passed and the weather is cold. The breeze isn't warm anymore and Harry had to rub his hands together for warmth. Some of the students are outside enjoying the autumn breeze but Harry isn't just in the mood.

He was starting to get anxious about their first meeting at the room of requirement. With Dumbledore gone and the whole school left to be run by none other than Dolores Umbridge, Harry couldn't help but worry.

Professor Umbridge had banned all clubs, secret or not.

Harry fidgeted in his seat next to Hermione.

They are in the library at the moment studying for a quiz for that afternoon. Hermione's nose is buried in a thick book about the History of Magic, Ron in front of them has passed out from reading one or two pages, and there's Harry who haven't read a single paragraph.

"What's wrong, Harry?" Hermione asked, her eyes not leaving the book.

Harry mumbled a 'nothing' and went back to pretend reading his book.

"Nothing? Harry you're reading the book upsidedown. I'm sure nothing's wrong, right?" Hermione blurted out sarcastically, finally setting the book down to look at Harry at her side. Harry blushed lightly, he haven't realized the book was upsidedown.

Harry rubbed the back of his neck out of embarrassment and put the book down himself. He looked around them and only few students are in the library, some actually studying like Hermione, and some sleeping or chatting with friends. He glanced over Ron who is now snoring gently, they pleaded Hermione earlier to have a break but Hermione was having none of their bull crap and dragged them into the library... Literally.

The three of them knew how badly Ron and Harry's grades are going.

Harry wasn't worried about his grades at the moment. Honestly, he's been feeling guilty for not telling his friends his secret.

He made sure no one else is listening and then looked at Hermione who's looking at him questioningly.

"Just tell me Harry." She said with a reassuring smile. Harry sighed and straightened up.