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Accidental Touches (Part 2)

Harry sat next to Draco, his thoughts still spinning from the realization that had just hit him. He kept stealing glances at Draco out of the corner of his eye, trying to gauge his reaction, but Draco was keeping his gaze fixed firmly on the book in his lap. The room felt too quiet, too charged with the tension between them that neither of them seemed to know how to break.

Harry swallowed hard, the words on the tip of his tongue threatening to spill out. He wasn't one for dancing around things-he was the type to go straight to the point, no matter how awkward it might be. And this... this was driving him mad.

He had to know.

"Draco," Harry said, his voice quiet but steady.

Draco didn't look up from his book, but Harry saw his grip on the pages tighten slightly. "What?" Draco asked, his voice calm, though there was an edge to it.

Harry hesitated for only a second before speaking. "Are you... are you doing this on purpose?"

Draco froze, his whole body going still. The casual air he'd been trying to maintain shattered instantly, and Harry could see the tension rippling through him, from the way his shoulders stiffened to the way his fingers trembled just slightly on the page.

Draco finally looked up, his silver eyes wide and-was that panic? It was the most unguarded expression Harry had ever seen on his face.

"Doing what on purpose?" Draco asked, though his voice had lost all its usual composure.

Harry's heart pounded in his chest, but he forced himself to hold Draco's gaze. "The... the touches," he said, his voice quieter now. "The brushing against me. You don't pull away. Sometimes it feels like you're waiting for it. So... are you?"

Draco stared at him, his expression a mix of shock and panic, like he had been caught red-handed in the middle of something he hadn't meant to reveal. His mouth opened as if to say something, but no words came out.

The silence stretched between them, thick and suffocating. Draco's eyes darted around the room, as if searching for an escape, and Harry felt a wave of uncertainty wash over him. Maybe he had pushed too hard, asked too bluntly. Maybe this was all a misunderstanding, and Draco would laugh it off or deny it.

But Draco didn't laugh. He didn't scoff or roll his eyes. Instead, he did something Harry had never expected.

He panicked.

"I-what? No!" Draco sputtered, his voice higher than usual as he stood up abruptly, nearly knocking over the chair in his haste. His face flushed a deep shade of pink, and his hands fidgeted nervously at his sides. "Why would I-? It's not-Potter, you're being ridiculous."

But Harry didn't back down. He stood up too, feeling a strange mix of frustration and... hope? He wasn't sure what he was hoping for, but he knew he couldn't just let Draco brush this off.

"You're not acting like it's ridiculous," Harry pointed out, his voice steady but softer now.

Draco looked like he wanted to vanish on the spot. He ran a hand through his hair, clearly agitated, and started pacing in front of the fire, avoiding Harry's gaze at all costs.

"I don't know what you're talking about," Draco muttered, his voice unconvincing. "It was just-coincidence, that's all. It doesn't mean anything."

Harry watched him, his heart still pounding, but he knew Draco was lying. He could see it in the way Draco's hands were shaking, in the way he couldn't meet Harry's eyes.

"Draco," Harry said softly, stepping closer, "it's okay if it wasn't just a coincidence."

Draco stopped pacing, his back to Harry, his shoulders tense. For a moment, it seemed like he wasn't going to respond at all. But then, after what felt like an eternity, Draco let out a shaky breath.

"You don't get it," Draco said quietly, his voice tight with frustration. "I didn't mean for it to happen. Any of it. I didn't mean to start... whatever this is."

Harry's heart skipped a beat. So it wasn't just in his head. Draco had noticed the touches too. He had been aware of them-maybe even wanted them.

But Draco wasn't done. He turned around to face Harry, his expression a mixture of panic and defensiveness, as if he was fighting with himself to keep his guard up.

"It's just..." Draco hesitated, running a hand through his hair again, his usual calm and collected demeanor completely gone. "I don't know why I did it. It's not like I-" He paused, biting his lip, clearly struggling to find the right words. "Look, Potter, I didn't mean for any of this to happen. I don't know why it keeps happening. But it doesn't mean anything, alright?"

Harry could see the fear behind Draco's words-the fear of admitting something he wasn't ready to face. And suddenly, all the frustration Harry had been feeling melted away. Draco was scared. Scared of this, scared of whatever was happening between them.

But Harry wasn't scared. Not anymore.

He took another step closer, his voice calm and reassuring. "Draco, it's okay. I'm not mad. I'm just... confused. And I think you are too."

Draco's eyes flicked up to meet Harry's, his panic fading slightly as he registered the softness in Harry's tone. "I don't know what to say," Draco admitted quietly, his voice small. "I don't know what I'm supposed to do."

Harry smiled, just a little, trying to ease the tension between them. "You don't have to know what to do. I don't either."

Draco let out a shaky laugh, the sound tinged with disbelief. "That's comforting."

They stood there in silence for a moment, the air between them still thick with unspoken emotions. But now, it didn't feel as suffocating. It felt... lighter. Like they were both finally starting to understand what had been happening between them all along.

"Draco," Harry said after a moment, his voice soft, "do you... want it to mean something?"

Draco's breath hitched, and he stared at Harry, his eyes wide with shock. For a moment, Harry thought Draco might run again, but instead, Draco just stood there, his mouth opening and closing like he was trying to form words but couldn't quite manage it.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Draco whispered, "I don't know."

But the look in Draco's eyes told Harry everything he needed to know. Draco might not have been ready to say it out loud, but Harry could see it-the way Draco's hands trembled, the way his gaze softened when it landed on Harry.

Draco wanted this, even if he wasn't ready to admit it yet.

Harry took a deep breath, stepping even closer, his heart pounding in his chest. "Then maybe we can figure it out together."

Draco stared at him, his expression unreadable for a long moment. But then, slowly, almost imperceptibly, Draco nodded.

And for the first time, Harry reached out and let his hand brush against Draco's-this time, on purpose.

Draco didn't pull away.

The End... or perhaps, just the beginning.