I Hate You (Drarry)

Chapter 4 (Edited)

TW: mention of suicide

Harry's POV

When we got in the Astronomy Tower she said,

"Harry, I want to talk about Draco." This made me very curious.

"What? Why?" I ask.

"I think he likes someone." This filled me with an emotion I couldn't quite describe.

"Who do you think it is?" I asked.

"I don't know. But every time I ask him about it he closes off and changes the subject."

"Okay, but why did you bring me up here?"

"Well, you see, I was thinking that we should get a game of Truth or Dare going with me, you, and Draco. Then, me and you could ask him who he likes."

"'Mione! I'm not asking him who he likes! We are finally friends and I don't want to jeopardize that!"

"Ok, ok, how about you ask him if he likes girls or boys and after that I will ask him who likes."

"Doesn't that seem just a little messed up? I mean, if he wanted you to know, then he would've told you." I poinedt out.

"You're right! He obviously doesn't want ME to know!" I didn't get what Hermione was trying to get across to me and why she was so happy about it.

"Huh?"

"Think about it like this. I have asked him before and he wouldn't tell me. But, you haven't asked before and you guys are much closer than me and him." It suddenly all made sense. 

"Fine. If, and only IF, it comes up in the conversation I will ask him, about it. Happy?"

"Yes! Thank you, Harry!"

"But why do you want to know so bad?"

"Oh, well, I mean, it's like we are all friends now and I'm just curious. Y'know?" She seemed pretty nervous but I couldn't figure out why.

"Yeah, sure." I answered.

Draco's POV

I was sketching on my bed when Harry opened the door. He looked exhausted.

"Hey." I said when he closed the door.

"Hi. What are you drawing?" He asked as he walked over to me. I wondered if he was going to sit on my bed. I obviously wouldn't have said no. But instead he just stood there, looking at me expectantly. Then I realized that I had been staring at him for at least an entire minute.

"Oh, um, I've been thinking about getting one of those Muggle tattoos." He was still looking at me expectantly, seeing as how that didn't really answer his question. "I was thinking of getting one around my Dark Mark." He still didn't understand. "And so I'm sketching designs for the tattoo." Now he understood.

"Ohhh." He sat down next to me! I was screaming like a little girl inside. "What ideas do you have for it?"

"I was thinking of putting narcissus flowers around it. They were my mother's favorite before she...well you know. The suicide."

He put his hand on my right shoulder. "Yeah, I heard about that. I'm sorry. That must've been so hard for you." No one ever thought about how I felt about the death until Harry. And the fact that he was that thoughtful and sincere, well, it made me love him even more.

"Thanks, that means a lot." For a moment, we were just staring at each other. From a distance, Harry's eyes are dazzling green emeralds. But, when you are as close as we were, you could see intricate blue and gold flakes. You wouldn't think it works, but it really does.