Hold me under the stars-Drarry

Chapter 19

Song= Wanna be yours-Arctic monkeys

Harry

A week later I've heard nothing from either Malfoy or Cedric.

Ron and Hermione luckily hadn't questioned my disappearing at the carnival, and I wasn't planning on bringing it up. Not for now at least.

We walked into Professor Lupin's class and sat down in the back of the classroom. Light shone through the windows and hit the desks in front of us.

Beside Ron, Lavender Brown sat, her eyes flickering to Ron as her cheeks glowed. I laughed quietly and gave him a gentle tap on the shoulder, nodding my head towards Lavender. Confusion was written across his face, but when his gaze flew in the direction I'd been pointing he blushed.

For a moment he seemed absolutely helpless, but then he quietly began talking about something. Presumably Quidditch.

The second Quidditch try-outs were announced, Ron burned my ears with a million questions.

Who will be there?

How are you feeling?

What's the task?

But I had given him the same answers all day. I don't know. I had been told absolutely nothing besides the time and place. Ron's questions hadn't exactly made me calmer either.

I wasn't sure I could handle another Gryffindor-Slytherin combat, and most definitely not another interaction with Malfoy.

Professor Lupin arrived just before the bell gave its final sound, and he immediately started handing out papers we were supposed to use for "notes." He'd never done that before. Professor Lupin didn't do stuff like that.

I turned my head and watched the same confusion strike Ron's face as he looked at the paper. He stopped talking to Lavender and a hint of disappointment flashed in her eyes.

And then, as if all air was sucked out of the room, I spotted Malfoy.

Close to the window Malfoy was sitting next to another Slytherin. It was a boy. He was dark-skinned and had long slanted eyes. High cheekbones painted his face, and I watched as he glimpsed back at me. He quickly looked at Malfoy and a snort escaped him.

Malfoy turned to look at the guy, following his gaze to me. A smirk appeared on his face and I quickly turned my head.

I looked at Professor Lupin, feeling the gray eyes still weighing on me.

I pretended to sound engaged in his words, but I didn't even listen. I slowly turned my head again and watched as a tiny piece of paper was being handed around among the students, quiet whispers following.

My heart sped up as the piece reached me. But I believe my breathing completely stopped as I read the text written on it. With sharp, cursive writing the engravings were clear: "TO POTTER" It said.

My gaze flickered to Malfoy. He returned it, a wicked smirk playing on his lips.

A lump in my throat grew as I flicked the piece open.

"You're staring at me, Potter. Have you fallen in love yet? Or do you simply just want to fuck me?"

My head turned red, and a chuckle escaped the guys surrounding Malfoy. I crumpled the paper in my hand, the words disappearing from my eyes. But somehow they were not.

I slowly raised my middle finger and directed it at Malfoy. He remained expressionless.

Unfortunately, he wasn't the only one who saw.

"Mr. Potter, will you please hide that finger away and concentrate on my lesson?" Professor Lupin said, the whole class turning their attention to me.

I knew Malfoy was still watching.

"Now, the papers I just handed out are actually supposed to be used for an essay I want you to write before next week. And not notes used for mocking classmates." His eyes darted to Malfoy and I watched as his smile faded.

Professor Lupin continued talking about the assignment, but for the rest of the class, I knew I was being watched.

I leaned back in my seat and wished for this day to be over soon.

***

When the last bell finally rang, we hurried home to Ron's house. I didn't tell him about what the note had said, and he didn't ask. But I knew he wanted to.

There wasn't much talking for the rest of the day. Only at dinner and before we went to bed.

Light from the flickering lamp posts shone through the windows, and I pulled out my phone. Still no text from Cedric. How long was I supposed to wait? Was I supposed to wait at all? Maybe he didn't even spare me a thought. It wasn't unlikely.

I'd seen him at school. Seen how every head turned in his direction as he passed them. Seen how he made girls giggle, and boys laugh. To him, I was probably just one out of many people he knew.

This was stupid. It had been a one-time thing, Harry. Now all I had to do was convince myself that was true.

I waited for Ron's breathing to slow and a snore to escape his mouth, as I let out a deep sigh.

I couldn't get myself to sleep. Not when every time I closed my eyes Malfoy was standing there, staring at it. I don't know how long I'd waited before it disappeared and I finally stepped out of the dead end.

God, it was pathetic to even think about.

I tried as hard as I could to push the embarrassment away, but I knew this would always be hidden somewhere deep in my mind.

But when I think about the shocked expression on Malfoy's face as I'd made assumptions about him, maybe it was all worth it after all.

I tried pushing the thoughts of Malfoy away and replacing them with something else. Quidditch. The try-outs were closer than I wanted them to be. It's going to be fine. At least that's what I told myself.

And then I fell asleep with no memory of the name Malfoy. Almost.

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