No More Games (A Drarry FanFiction)

Chapter Six

   He fell asleep again, and woke to the sound of his flatmate's voice, presumably talking to his girlfriend. It was almost mid-day now, and Harry's phone was fully charged.

It also blinked with a new text message, and despite his trepidation, Harry opened it right away to see what Draco had said.

"Don't worry, that's fine," it started, much to his relief. "You've got my number now, let me know if you want to meet up after work – drinks maybe, or I could take you to dinner and a film? I'm classy like that ;-)" Harry couldn't help but laugh. The idea wasn't abhorrent, and he found himself smiling a little. "Speak to you soon, Dxxx"

Harry thought about replying, then decided to wait until later. Instead he ventured out into the flat and suggested the idea of an obscene amount of pizza to Ron and Hermione, who met his idea with extreme enthusiasm.

The day passed. And then the weekend. And Harry was back at work before he realised he still hadn't replied to Draco's message. He spent his lunch break looking at his phone, reading their few shared words over and over again. It seemed too late to say anything now, and that made him feel sad.

But by Tuesday night he was feeling more and more wretched, and he knew something needed to be done.

He opened the messages up again, and before he could over-think it, wrote the first thing that came into his head. "I'm sorry," he wrote hastily. "I guess the timing isn't good, I think you're great but I don't think I can think about seeing anyone just yet. I'm sorry x"

This time he went for the kiss, and pressed send after only checking for typos, not allowing himself to re-write it again or delete it all together.