Hold me under the stars-Drarry

Chapter 43

Song=Higher love-Alex Vargas

Draco

The rest of the test was a blur. I don't mean that kind of thing where you just don't quite remember it. I mean like my vision was actually a mess. Thoughts stormed through my head, making me dizzy and my heart was pounding thrice as fast as the clock hanging upon the wall in front of me.

Pansy's eyes had been plastered to the paper the whole way through, but I could barely even concentrate.

Astrology was one of my stronger subjects and I should've finished ages ago.

"5 minutes left," Professor Trelawney said suddenly, awaking me from my dazed state. Panic started to take over me and I tried remaining calm, but discomfort had already begun to fill every single part of me.

I ended up placing a bunch of different circles on the page, just hoping I'd aimed right and as Trelawney began her stroll through the class, collecting papers, I took a moment to have a quick glance around me.

Behind me, Diggory looked pretty happy with himself. I cursed low under my breath. He noticed me staring and slowly raised his eyebrows.

"Why are you here?" I bit. Diggory was a year older than everyone, and as far as I could tell, he wasn't here as student guidance.

"I'm taking a couple of classes again, and that is really none of your concern, Malfoy," he said calmly.

I turned around again and saw Potter staring at us in confusion.

I rolled my eyes and bit down on my lip. Hard.

I was the first person to pace out the door as soon as the bell went. I needed some air, and I needed it now.

I didn't know if I'd broken any doors on my way out, I probably had, but all I could think about as I made my way outside was the cool air finally filling my lungs.

I took a deep inhale, breathing heavily as I placed my hands on my head as if I could tear all my thoughts down through me in one move.

Birds flew around me, and I resisted the urge to strangle them and end their annoying screeches.

A couple of cars drove past me, and I gave each and every one of them a raised middle finger. I waited til' my blood had cooled off, and my heartbeat had slowed down until I finally made my way inside again.

I paced down the halls and found my way to the boys' bathroom. I closed the door behind me and placed a broom in the way locking the door handle.

My hands rested on the sink and a couple of sighs slipped over me. I didn't know if I wanted to yell or laugh or hit something. It was driving me crazy. He was driving me crazy.

Suddenly there was a knock on the door and a voice told me to open the door. I ignored it and went farther behind into the bathroom.

There was a knock again and this time it was a bit harder.

"Whoever is in there OPEN THE DOOR!"

And this time I recognized the voice immediately.

I forced a grin onto my face and removed the broom. Potter stumbled into the bathroom and froze immediately as he saw me.

"Not in such a hurry now are you?" I chuckled.

He clenched his jaw and walked over to the sink.

"I don't wanna talk to you," he muttered.

I walked behind him and forced him to turn around. He tensed before me, and I couldn't help but enjoy this a little bit.

"I didn't like the way you spoke earlier," I said calmly. Nothing in Potter's expression was calm.

"I don't care," he breathed into my face.

His eyes were locked upon mine and I wondered what he was thinking.

"I thought we agreed not to talk about it?"

I looked at the ground. He looked like he was about to laugh.

"Yeah, well I changed my mind," I said.

I noticed my reflection in his glasses, seeing someone who didn't look like me. That couldn't be me? I straightened my back as he continued.

"Why are you so scared of it? I mean that night it didn't seem like you didn't want to."

He was asking me a real question this time. Not with some mocking undertone, just pure curiosity.

"I already told you I'm just not-"

He raised his eyebrows in disbelief. We both knew the next words would be sweet lies.

"I... I don't know," I breathed. I felt my body relax a little more.

"And I don't care, just don't use me as an experiment," he said and vanished from the bathroom, leaving me alone in the silent bathroom.

How had everything escalated so quickly? And what the hell had I just told him? What if he was right?

I wondered if maybe just maybe, his words had started to get into my head.

Harry. FUCKING. Potter.

My words. Well, yeah, literally my words. But how are you holding up? What do you think will happen? What do you hope happens?