Hold me under the stars-Drarry

Chapter 47

Song=Someone to stay-Vancouver sleep clinic

Harry

We found a silent corner in the great hall where no one was able to see us. I think we agreed pretty quickly on that. I melted into the red leather couch behind me and pulled out my notebook.

I felt like Malfoy was watching my every movement, and in response, shivers tickled down my spine.

I felt like his eyes were constantly following me, analyzing me. Shivers tickled down my spine as my gaze flew to his and my suspicions were confirmed.

I opened a blank page and left my pencil resting on the edge. A little grey dot appeared, but otherwise, it was left completely blank. Just like my head.

I turned to Malfoy, but all he seemed to care about was the phone in his hand. Gently letting his finger scroll over it.

Great.

So much for a partner that could support me...

I sighed and started scribbling things down on my paper. Every once in a while Malfoy would turn his head and look at me, but I just acted like I didn't notice. This resulted in him shaking his head and looking away again.

We continued like that for 20 minutes. Realizing all the time that had passed, I looked down at my paper. I had not written down a single useful thing. A sigh escaped me and I looked at the bookshelves behind Malfoy.

I mean, where could I even start? I had no clue what I wanted to do in the future. I sighed again, and Malfoy turned his head to face me.

"What?" I said, half-annoyed.

His blonde hair looked so soft as it laid on top of his head, completely untouched. Longing stretched through my fingers and my cheeks suddenly grew warm as my head was swarmed with thoughts of Malfoy.

I remembered the night in the tent, how soft his hair had been as I'd let my fingers run through it, pulling it slightly and sending Malfoy over the edge.

I knew neither of us had forgotten it, even though we most surely acted as if we had.

"Nothing," he muttered as he continued tapping on his screen.

"Aren't you going to write something?" I said as I noticed not a single word had been written on his blank paper. "Or at least try," I murmured beneath my breath after.

His gaze shot straight to mine, his grey ring of storms protecting the soft blackness in the middle, as he gave me a look that told me it wasn't any of my business.

Where do you think you're going to be in a couple of years?

The question resounded in my head and took up all the space. Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon had never been of much inspiration. Both of them with long office workdays and tired-looking faces when they got home.

I never wanted to be that.

"I already know where I am going to be in a couple of years," Malfoy eventually said.

"Really?"

He hesitated. "Yes, everything is settled. At least if you ask my father," he exhaled.

"How's that's so?" I knew we were at a talking stage where I had to be very careful. Just by saying anything I was risking any chance of knowing what he was thinking.

I watched him as he turned his phone off and buried it in his pocket. He then shook his head and said, " My father had already decided what my future would be the day I was born."

I studied his face. We were both surprised he'd finally brought up the subject. He never did. To anyone.

"But don't you want to decide for yourself?" I tried.

Malfoy rolled his eyes. Wrong step, Harry.

"Of course I do, but it's not much of a choice is it!?" Malfoy bit.

I leaned back and sighed. "I'm sorry." I had no idea what to say.

"For what? It's not your fault," Malfoy breathed.

"I know, but I'm still sorry.."

He didn't answer, and I felt the silence grow heavier and heavier between us.

"And where do you think you're going to be, if I may ask?" Malfoy chuckled sarcastically, hiding the bitterness from before.

This time, I was the one rolling my eyes. "Actually, uhmm... I have no fucking clue what I want to do..."

"Wait, really?" He seemed surprised.

"Yeah. I don't really know what else to say."

His blonde hair was drawn back as he let a hand run through it and behind his neck. He placed his elbows on the knees of his black jeans.

"Who should have thought that the golden boy, Harry Potter, had absolutely no fucking idea what was going to happen in his life," he smirked.

"What's that supposed to mean?" I placed my paper beside me and folded my arms.

"Oh come on. You always get ahead of EVERYTHING. Maybe not in school obviously, but you always show up for all social activities, and EVERYBODY likes you. I don't know how you do it. I mean, it feels exhausting to even look at. I think knowing YOU have no clue what you want to do is pretty humorous to me."

I felt like I was going to burst out laughing at any moment. He waited for me to say something, but instead, I just lent back and hid my smile under my arm.

"You do know that you're screwed though, right?" He chuckled.

"Yeah, thanks for the reminder dickhead," I laughed.

We kept eye contact for way longer than we should have. I felt like he actually looked at me for the first time in a long time. Like there were no expectations, no hate, just...me.

But then, someone might as well have slapped Malfoy in the face. He turned his head to the side and looked at the ground.

"Stop staring, you freak," he said, trying to sound annoyed. But he couldn't fool me. I knew he'd thought I assumed different stuff about him in my head, and he didn't like that. But I didn't care.

"I wasn't staring, I was just thinking about how good your hair looks without all that nasty hair gel."

Just as I expected, Malfoy's whole face turned bright red as he looked at the ground.

"Not used to compliments, huh?" I grinned.

He looked at me like I was crazy.

"I take that as a no."

I took my paper and acted like I wrote stuff down.

"You know, I still don't like you, but that doesn't mean I can't think you look attractive," I smiled.

Malfoy looked like he'd choked on thin air and I laughed beneath my breath.

"Fuck you," he murmured.

I chuckled.

He looked like he was about to say something when he got interrupted by the school bell. He didn't hesitate to gather his stuff and get up from his chair, not telling me what he was about to say.

I strode past him, Malfoy disappearing from my vision, but. then I realized...

I didn't have his number.

I sighed and turned around.

"Tomorrow after school?" I said already half out of the door. I didn't exactly expect it to be fun, but we had to finish the assignment.

He nodded and I hurried away turning as many corners as possible.

I did my best to push away the dangerous feeling, rumbling beneath my chest. I knew that this feeling had the power to destroy everything.

Maybe a bit dramatic, but sooo powerful! And true. What would you do/think in this situation?