𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐄

Chapter 9

Harry's POV

This was harder than Harry first thought it would be.

Besides the fact it was awkward as fuck between the both of them after Harry's little show in there, he'd forgotten how hard it was to manoeuvre 2 people under the cloak. He couldn't believe that at on e point he, Ron and Hermione could fit under it!

And earlier... He didn't know why even did that. What must Malfoy be thinking?

"Ouch, Potter, watch where you're stepping!" A vicious whisper came from the blonde in front as he accidentally stepped on the back of Malfoy's foot.

"Sorry." He said stepping as far away from him as he could within the cloak.

The silence after that was almost unbearable for Harry, he wanted to talk to the blonde just to make sure Malfoy wasn't in a bad mood with him. He couldn't remember the last time he desperately wanted to talk to someone but couldn't pluck up the courage. Those were the Cho days. Thank god they were long gone.

Wait... why was he comparing Malfoy to Cho...?

Cho, the beautiful oriental girl that he had been so stupidly infatuated by. He remembered being so jealous over Cedric Diggory taking the girl to the ball and he watched the girl obsessively when she played Quidditch. The way her robes hugged her slim yet voluptuous figure. He could still imagine it now.

Did that mean... he was infatuated by Malfoy?

No. That was silly, Malfoy was a boy.

So what if they were... playful together. It didn't mean anything; loads of boys were like that with each other. He couldn't think of any on the spot but he could if he thought about it like... Seamus and Dean!

Wait.. Those two were together. Never mind.

Anyway, no he didn't fancy Malfoy. He knew the blonde Slytherin was attractive, he wasn't blind, but he didn't fancy him. No. Merely admired him. Admired his unique beauty.

But then... it was only 10 minutes ago that he had his arms wrapped around Malfoy's beautifully slender body, butterflies multiplying in his stomach at an unbearable rate. The boy's body had been completely relaxed against Harry with his blonde head resting against his shoulder. The boy was the perfect height for him too. Not too short and not too tall, but just right. They moulded together perfectly.

Harry didn't want to release the boy when he did, but the blonde in his arms was beginning to arouse him and he didn't want to have to... explain himself.

He was sure it wasn't because it was Malfoy that he got aroused... it was probably just the feel of another person against him had made his hormones rage. He was a teenage boy after all. Nothing to do with Malfoy...

Unexpectedly, Malfoy stopped in his tracks causing Harry to collide into his back and almost causing the blonde to tumble over with the force. Harry grabbed him around the waist to prevent his fall.

"Why'd you- mphm?" Harry's voice was muffled by Malfoy's pale hand, which had quickly covered his mouth as he began to talk. He gave the boy a questioning look but was silenced by Malfoy giving him stern eyes and placing his index finger to his lips in a gesture that said "Shut the hell up, you dolt!" Harry caught on and nodded in understanding at the blonde and watched as his expression softened.

Malfoy pointed a long finger to where a bright beam of light was coming from around the corner down the dimly lit corridor that both boy's had reached near the dungeons. The light drew nearer and nearer to them and Harry panicked slightly as he heard a familiar slimy voice fill the corridor.