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second, meeting

Malfoy: Potter seemed nervous. Same though. Too often I woke up yelling, punching & kicking into nowhere. I wouldn't want others to see me like that. Then my arrogant, safety facade would completely crumble & leave me vulnerable all over again.

„You done?" Pansy's head sticks through the door. She gives me an uplifting smile. „You know, we could ask Dumbledore for a extra room due to your outbursts?" She's the only one who knows and she's fucking amazing with it. I walk to her with my bag and hug her.

„Thanks to you. Really. But I don't want special treatment. Potter didn't get it, I won't either. And the others would ask questions." Pansy pats my back and sigh.

„Let's go."
„You can go ahead. I'll come down later."
Hesitantly she nods and leaves. 

I sit on my bed trying to keep calm. My leg shakes and the skin all over my body itches. Hasty I scratch my arms and close my eyes.

One.
Two.
Three.

My hand finds my chest and taps against it.

Four.
Fife.
Six.

A loud boom interrupts my head.

What was that?

I open the door and see.....Potter? Surprised I stand there and watch him collecting the things that fell out of his box. His hands are shaking and his legs barely hold his body. He staggers. My fingers reach out and find his shoulder. As they touch him he startles. I withdraw my hand.

„Sorry. Are...are you okay?" We're both look mentally done. He looks up finding my eyes. I can see fear boiling up in his.

No.

„I just want to help. I...I won't tell anyone." Nervously I run my fingers through my hair. He isn't convinced. „I promise." I put all my energy in a smile.

I put my hand on his body again to give him stability. I can feel him relaxe. Through the touch my whole body gets filled with a never known warmth.

„I...I'm fine."

He's not.

„Can I help you, anyway?"

He's just like me.

He had his eyes pinned on the ground and now finally leads them up to me again.

We're close.

I stare down. He looks so tired with dark circles under his eyes and pale skin.

Do I look better? Probably not.

Embarrassed I averted my eyes.

Suddenly I feel Pottas finger on my skin. I inhale sharply. Everything stops. The dizziness in my head clears out. And my skin is electrified. I look up again and at once I'm in a tunnel with only his hypnotising face.

„Hey...Malfoy...Breath!"

him.

"You need to breath." I snap out of the tunnel. He seems worried. Both of this hands lay on my shoulders. My back is up against the wall.

„I am." Breathing I admire him.

I never noticed how gorgeous Potter is. Even more so close up. My rosy cheeks get warmer and warmer the longer our gazes stay connected. I can feel his breath on my throat giving me goosebumps everywhere. He's still breathing heavily. His chest punches against mine making me realize how near he is. 

Never have I ever felt like this.

Potter: I'm on my tiptoes - I realize that just now. I always knew I'd like to kiss him but I didn't think I'd try to do it. 

Ever since he covered me infront of his family I knew he's not what everyone thinks he is. 

My heart beat rises with my body heat. I ache to be closer to him. My hands push Malfoy more into the wall. My chest lays onto his. Malfoy's cheeks are cutely red - mine are hot as well. We soak each other in. This feels like every dream ever come true. Out of nowhere Malfoy turns his head and scans the hallway breaking our intense eye contact.

Is he scared someone could see us together?

Realizing what I was about to do I step back & withdraw my hands from his shoulders. With the box in my arms I make my way down the hall. My mind is filled with confusion. My head hot with embarrassment.

What will Malfoy think about this? Will he tell people? Out me? Did he even understand it?