𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐄

Chapter 11

Harry's POV

The nights grew colder and longer as October drew to a close. Sitting on a tree stump near The Black Lake on a late Friday afternoon, was the wizarding worlds' beloved boy-hero.

The ebony haired boy had a troubled expression on his face as he gazed absent-mindedly at the miles of swaying water in front of him. Harry Potter's brain had been plagued by a certain blonde haired Slytherin for 2 weeks now. Unhealthily so.

His thought patterns were beginning to form a trend that consisted of waking up. Draco. Breakfast. Draco. Class. Draco. Quidditch. Draco. Hermione and Ron. Draco, Draco, Draco... until he'd fall asleep and inevitably dream of said boy.

Harry lost count of the dreams he had about Draco where he'd wake up making out with his pillow and rutting against his mattress. It was beginning to become most unsatisfying -not to mention embarrassing- to the youth, knowing he didn't have Draco like he did in his dreams. That and waking up uncomfortably hard.

Having these kind of feelings for Draco gave Harry such a thrill too. It seemed so forbidden. Everything about them was forbidden, they were like polar opposites of one another in looks, personality, houses, friends, beliefs... They sort of complemented each other because of it in an opposites attract sort of way. Harry had imagined a few times people's reaction to such relationship; pure shock and disbelief. After all, not many people go from high school rivals to lovers do they? Harry would even say at one point they were bordering enemies at one point more than rivals.

The bad thing was that Draco had been acting weirdly recently. In a bad way. For one, he hadn't showed up for the last 2 weeks for their study session, the only time where Draco would act himself around him. Harry was mildly offended by this...

Okay he was severely hurt by the action and it confused Harry to no end. He knew Draco couldn't have forgotten because it had happened consecutively twice and the blonde isn't one to forget things. At least, that was the impression Harry got.

Then there was the fact that the blonde was blatantly ignoring him. They never really talked outside of their study sessions but there would still be an acknowledgement there. They'd nod at each other and even share a secret smile if they knew no one was watching. Draco now however, was making a point to avoid even looking anywhere near where Harry was. At first, the Gryffindor hadn't even noticed. It was only when him and Draco were in the same corridor last week before the blonde promptly went the opposite direction once he had seen Harry.

He actually went in the opposite direction just because Harry had to be in the same corridor!

Concerned by this, Harry had sent Draco owls as he began nearing desperation to know that the blonde still knew he existed. He received no reply no matter how many he sent.

If Harry weren't the masculine, brave boy he was he'd have cried several times over Draco out of longing and rejection. However boys don't do that, only lovesick girls do, not boys who have came face to face with one of the most darkest wizards of all time and been inches away from death.

He craved any form of communication with him though. Harry couldn't bear the thought of being ignored by Draco any longer, he'd even go as far to say that he'd rather Draco be insulting and hexing him than ignoring him. It was as if he didn't exist in the blonde's life anymore, as if Draco had blocked Harry out completely. How cruel it was to get the chance to get close to Draco, get to know him and learn he had unconditional feelings for the boy only to have it all taken away from him. It was too much on Harry, who found it hard enough to deal with these kind of things as it is. It was no secret that he was by any means no expert with such feelings.