One's a Potter And One's a Malfoy -- DRARRY

Chapter 7

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Dumbledore had announced the next morning that a dance would take place in the next three days. Everyone in the great hall was chatting amongst themselves. Some people even stood up and asked people straight away. Everyone cooed at the couples. But Harry and Draco left, not bearing to sit there among them any longer.

As Draco Malfoy opened the doors his pale hand landed on top a fair-skinned one. It was masculine, and soft, but it belonged to the person he least wanted to see at the moment. He looked up and locked eyed with Harry Potter. 

Angrily, he yanked his hand away and pushed the doors open with his foot. It was awfully loud, and almost everyone eating breakfast turned to the source of the noise. Even Ronald Weasley, who was stuffing a whole piece of pumpkin pie in his mouth. 

Harry took off running after Draco, not before apologizing for the disturbance though. "Wait Draco!" He called after him as he walked down the hallway, his black Slytherin robe flowing behind him. 

"Leave me alone Potter" He sneered, not looking back.

"Please!" Harry called again, jogging to keep up with him.

Draco stopped abruptly which caused Harry to hit Draco's back and fall to the floor. Draco turned to look at the boy on the ground.

"I don't know what you want, or who you think you are trying to come into my life like some sort of game. Well, news flash, I'm not! You can't go around kissing people and then kick them out of your life. Just because you're the 'Chosen One' doesn't mean you can do whatever you fucking please!" Draco gasped, catching his breath.

Harry could do nothing but stare up at him, stunned by the hurt in his voice. 

"God damnit. I was starting to like you, you fucking moron." Draco added, muttering under his breath. He intended for Harry not to hear.

But he heard anyway

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Was. 

Draco said was

That's past tense.

So...

He doesn't like me anymore?

"W-wait!" Harry said, standing up again. "You said 'was'. That's past tense.."

"Wow. Good job Potter, you know basic English" Draco sassed, rolling his eyes and crossing his arms.

"So you.."

"Oh for gods sake Potter! You said it yourself! WAS. I don't anymore"

Before he could respond, Draco was gone. Running down the hall like he did when they had their first 'kiss'. 

Defeated and mentally drained, Harry began walking down the halls to his next class. Herbology. One of his worst classes. Something about creepy baby looking plants that screech doesn't sit well with him. It doesn't for most people.. not including Neville.

All through out his classes, he thought about Draco. He didn't know why he couldn't get him out of his head. It just seemed impossible. He was snapped out of his thoughts by Professor Flitwick.

"Harry?"

Harry shoots his head up to face his Professor. "Y-yes?"

"I asked you why you think the Ezran changes shapes to match your facial expressions."

Harry could feel eyes burn into his back, people who sit in front of him were staring too. Blood rushed to his face from embarrassment. 

"Um..I don't know Professor" The stares turned into laughs. They weren't laughing with him, (Harry sure wasn't laughing) they were laughing at him. Harry put his head in his hands.

Haven't I been through enough for one day?

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Harry was awake all night contemplating things. Why can't he get Draco out of his head? Why does that tiny little kiss keep replaying?

And why do I want to kiss him again?

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