The Boggart | Drarry

6. Friends (I)

Roughly half an hour before Draco and Harry's conversation...

~ Blaise ~

Blaise was about to walk downstairs to the common room to find Pansy, when he noticed Potty rushing in.

''Why the rush, Potter?'' he sneered.

''Where's Malfoy? I need to speak with him.'' Harry answered coldly.

Stupid Potter and his needs. He didn't need to speak with Draco at all. The boy should just leave him alone, Dray was already busy enough sorting out his own thoughts, he didn't need the stupid chosen one to come and mess them up again. Potter is the reason Draco was so upset right now.

''He does not want to see you, Potty.'' he sneered yet again.

''And who are you to decide that? Now let me through, it's my dorm as well.'' Harry responded quickly. ''And besides, you do not even sleep in that dormitory so back off, Zabini. I'm not in the mood for this.''

Harry pushed past him and headed up to his dorm.

Blaise ran after Harry, wanting to save the situation and keep Potter from interacting with Draco. But it was too late. Harry had already knocked on the door.

''What?!'' Draco snapped on the other side of the door.

Blaise shoved Harry aside and said jokingly: ''Potty is here for you, Dray.'' Though deep inside Blaise knew he wasn't being sweet as just a joke.

The truth is that he fancied Draco. He has for a long time now. He wanted to tell Draco but he was so scared that Draco wouldn't like him back or not be interested in boys in general. So he kept quiet and acted all tough. No one knew that he was really soft inside. He wanted to love and be loved.

He almost wandered off further into his thoughts when he was being pushed away by Potter, who then tried to open the door, but it was locked. Harry kept trying to open the door but it obviously didn't open.

Wow you're a wizard for Merlin's sake Harry, why are you always trying to muggle you're way through things, stupid boy.
Blaise thought.

And just at that second, Harry seemed to understand and took out his wand from his back pocket. ''Alohomora.'' Harry whispered and walked past the now open door.

Blaise wanted to walk in after Harry but the boy slammed the door in his face. Rude.

So he decided it was best to eavesdrop. He would have used a spell to be able to hear them better, but that was not necessary, Blaise assumed. Plus, he didn't want to come off as too creepy or too involved.

...

After listening to Harry ask Draco tons of invading questions, he heard something that caught his interest.

"Why do you hate me so much?" Potter asked Draco. Silence followed.

After a few seconds Draco spoke up. Blaise's heart was beating so fast, he thought it was going to burst right out of his chest, right then and there.

"As sursprising as it probably is to you, I don't hate you, Harry." "I really do not hate you." Draco responded.

Blaise's heart stopped beating immediately and sank to his feet. What? Dray did not hate Potter? This must be a joke. No. No. No.

Blaise decided that Draco was probably playing games with Potty. But those hopes were lost when he heard what Draco said next.

He looked through the small keyhole and saw Draco reaching for the stupid boy's cheek. Cupping it with his hand, bringing up his face so they could look each other in the eyes. Only to absentmindedly run his thumb across his cheek a few seconds later.