Hold me under the stars-Drarry

Chapter 49

Song=Learn to let go-St. Lundi

Draco

"Don't run too fast," Professor Flitwick remarked behind me as I strolled out of his class, a storm of students around me.

I was supposed to work on the assignment. Today. With Potter. The jumping quakes behind my chest were becoming noticeably faster and my hands began to drip with sweat.

My cheeks were heated as I entered the hall and quietness consumed the room, as I realized I was alone. I couldn't help the question running in my head. Had he forgotten?

I settled down on a little couch and pulled my phone out. My stomach tightened as time passed by and there still wasn't any sign of his arrival.

Irritation started to build inside of me. My fingers rolled the pen between my fingers faster, as my foot gently tapped the ground. Again. And again. And again.

Half an hour went by, and I was almost halfway out the door when Potter finally stumbled in.

"Hmph," was the sound my nose made as air escaped it. I slipped down on the couch again and watched him make his way up the stairs. With swift moves he was suddenly before me, his green eyes dancing around the room.

We quickly looked at each other and I could tell he knew he wasn't exactly my favorite person right now.

He took me by surprise as he strolled over next to me, removing my legs from the end of the couch, making space for himself to fit on the very slim couch.

"Look who finally decided to show up," I said, my heart beating uncontrollably fast. I cursed in my head and tried to slow my breathing.

"I'm really sorry, I was actually on my way here when Oliver pulled me aside and made me go through his new Quidditch tactics. I really tried to get out of it, but you should see Oliver when it comes to Quidditch. He goes entirely insane.

I didn't spare him a glance. I didn't want to find out what happened if I did.

"Are you mad?"

I didn't answer.

"I take that as a yes."

I forced myself not to look at him, even though I felt those tempting green eyes following me everywhere.

We both felt the awkwardness grow, and I was still very aware of the fact that his legs were brushing against mine.

Clic. Clic.

I clicked my pen and watched, from the corner of my eyes as his whole face cringed.

Clic. Clic.

"You might as well do something reasonable with that pen instead of just annoying me with it, Malfoy."

Clic. Clic.

"Oh, you mean this?" I said, tilting the pen between my fingers.

His eyes followed it and I smirked as I hit the end one more time.

"That's it! I didn't agree to meet you here just for you to waste my time. I already said I'm sorry for being late but if you seriously can't get over it then I'm leaving," Potter said, rising from the couch, his eyes holding mine in a tight grip.

The pen suddenly felt very heavy in my hand, and my words were now stuck in my throat.

"Well?"

My mouth remained unmoving.

"Fine," he said. Gathering his papers and starting to walk away.

This didn't feel right.

"Wait!"