Soulmates, a Drarry Story

Consequences.

Malfoy's POV

As soon as Harry entered the room, I saw him stare at me... his eyes going to the girl on my arm.

Olivia.

Our parents were friends, and she had been in love with me since we were kids. I finally approached her this morning, asking her to be my girlfriend. She was ecstatic and she immediately glued herself to my arm.

My eyes lingered on Harry's face, morphing from confusion, quickly crumbling to the most familiar emotion, outrage, before rippling to something much worse.

A vulnerable look of despair. I knew that look, I knew how all the hope he must have been feeling was all sucked out of his body. I saw him slump and then all the emotions were gone, hidden behind a cold, hard, unbreaking mask.

Guilt enveloped me, hitting me like a punch in the gut.

He walked over to his table, where he proceeded to ignore me.

Stop feeling hurt, you did this to yourself. So i just let myself drown in my misery and let oliva talk sweetly to me and cuddle with me

*** a couple days later

Harry slammed his hands down on my desk after class, making me jump up and knock my chair over. I was pretty sure I looked like a deer in headlights.

"Listen Malfoy, I'm not giving up my grades just so you and I can avoid each other." Harry said bluntly, his face the impenetrable mask that I had seen a lot of lately. "So meet me where we usually meet, or i will hunt you down and murder you slowly."

I put up my own mask, a smirk. "I see someone's in a bad mood" I said smoothly.

"Get your stuff and meet me there" Harry snarled, his mask slipping to show how much he absolutely despised me.

I should want this. I should be happy he hates me, but I'm not. Why am I like this? Why can't I just hate him? Why cant my heart be smart, just for once. Why can't I just let him go?

"Malfoy!" Harry was waving his hand in front of my face, and I realized I had zoned out. "I'm fine" I snapped, pushing my chair in and walking out of the classroom, letting my mask slip down and despair take over my face.

Harry's POV

I hated how Malfoy walked out of the classroom unscathed. How he smirked, how he had his usual comebacks, how he was so fucking unaffected. I hated it. I had been sad, lonely, confused and furious since that kiss, and I hated myself for it, for letting Malfoy affect me like that.

I was in Malfoy and I's meeting spot and getting more and more infuriated each minute I spent waiting for him.

Finally he waltzed into the place like a prince. "Look who decided to show up." I said calmly. "Sorry I got... held up by Olivia." he smirked, making it clear he was with his new girl. I made sure my face was smooth, when I just wanted to throw up. "Let's just get this over with so we can go back to avoiding each other" I said stiffly, desperately wanting anything other than what was happening.

Wanting him, wanting Draco Malfoy.    

I guess I had been staring at Draco for a while, because he snapped "what, do i have something in my teeth?" I rolled my eyes, looking away. "Whatever, Malfoy." sullenly. I realized my mistake immediately. I had shown emotion. I had given Malfoy a weak spot.

He narrowed his eyes at me. I stared balefully back, tired of hiding what was going through my mind. Tired of Malfoy's bullshit.

Malfoy didn't look away and I took it as a silent challenge. Malfoy leaned forward, his face so close to mine I could feel his breath on my face. I looked, I felt as if I couldn't move, like I was trapped.