A Drarry Halloween

Day Three, Two Days Until Halloween

"Flitwick is so boring," Pansy whispered, copying Draco's worksheet. "So I have an idea for costumes, but one of them was a group costume, which obviously won't work since you're not going-"

"No, no, tell me." Draco said.

Blaise raised an eyebrow. "I thought you weren't going?"

"I changed my mind," he stated, his eyes darting to Potter for a millisecond (only a millisecond, jeez, he's not a stalker).

"Okay, so what about the three musketeers?" Pansy asked.

Blaise stifled a laugh, and Pansy glared at him. "Where the hell are we gonna buy them?" he asked, lowering his voice as Flitwick glared at him.

Pansy grumbled. "Obviously I'll go to the costume closet or something backstage," she said.

"What?" Blaise exclaimed. "That's probably against the rules!" he hissed.

"Stick in the mud, that's what you are," Pansy huffed.

Between class, Draco isn't walking with his friends, because they have some other classes. He looked around the walls, seeing paintings and decor. It all looked so old, he wondered how long the school's been around.

He groaned in annoyance when he saw Potter, and he ducked out of view into a corner. He really was stalking him.

"Hey," 

Draco closed his eyes. And there he was thinking Potter wouldn't find him. "Hi," he replied, pressing himself against the wall (which seemed like an invitation to Potter, who moved in closer).

"So, what do you have planned you doing Friday, besides not going to the party?" Potter asked.

"I'm going, you moron," Draco replied.

Potter smirked. "What changed your mind?" he asked.

Fuck, Draco thought. You did, you idiot. "I just didn't...I didn't want to be alone."

Potter's still so close to Draco, and he can feel his breath. "Guess I'll see you there, then?" he said, and winked at Draco before leaving.

Bloody hell, is this what dying felt like? Draco's heart was pounding in his throat and oh god, his hands were sweaty. Why did he have to be the one to crush on the Gryffindor idiot?

Author's Note: Well, Drare Bears. Only 338 words on this chapter. I'm sure I'm just a bit tired today. But I promise it'll get better (at least I think it does).