Your type (Draco x Harry)

Chapter 18:

*Third person p.o.v*

Draco was surprised to hear the sudden seriousness in Harry's tone. 

"Do I have to give you a reason?" Draco really did anything he could to avoid answering that question. 

Harry eyed him up and down, "Yes." 

Draco scoffed again, looking to side. 

Fucking nosy, Potter is. 

Okay, make up a lie Draco, make up a lie Draco. 

"I don't have a reason." 

Good job, Draco. 

Best lie ever told. Really had him fooled. 

"What? Then why do you want me to stay away from you?" Said Harry, stepping closer to Draco.

Fuck, fuck, fuck. 

Draco kept his eyes glued to the floor, not daring to open his mouth. 

A thick silence made its way through the empty halls.

Harry stood, watching as Draco stared at the stone floor. 

"Because I want you to." 

Now it was Harry's turn to scoff.

"This is ridiculous." 

Draco shrugged, looking up into Harry's eyes. "That's what you think." 

Harry shook his head, "Trust me, that's what anybody would think in this situation." 

Draco decided not to answer that, which caused yet another uncomfortable silence to settle between them. 

Harry was debating if he should start shouting at him or accept that Draco wanted him to stay away. 

But the look in Draco's eyes..

It just didn't seem as if he wanted him to leave. 

"You know what, quidditch tryouts are today after classes, i'm expecting to see you there. Whether it's gonna be watching me or participating yourself."  

Before Draco could answer, Harry walked back into the great hall, leaving Draco alone. 

Draco stared at the doors, as if he was expecting to see Harry walking back. 

He sighed. 

Oh well.

* * * * * *

"Ow, Hermione!" Ron whined, rubbing the top of his head cautiously. 

"You've got to stop interrupting him, Ronald." Hermione put the book down she had used to hit Ron with and turned to Harry again. "Then what happened, Harry?"

Harry licked his lips nervously, "Well, I told him that I expected to see him at quidditch tryouts." 

"Quidditch tryouts? What would Malfoy be doing there? I thought he quit in the 4th year?" 

Hermione snapped her head towards Ron again, a stern look in her eyes, before turning back too Harry. 

"And what did he say to that?" 

"Well," Harry started. "I walked away before he could get too answer." 

Hermione scooted closer to Harry, her eyebrows knitted together." Why?" 

Harry smiled at her cockily. "So he didn't have a choice, but too come." 

"But why are you even asking him to come to the quidditch tryouts anyways?" Ron butted in.