Opposites - a Drarry Story

Opposites- Ch. 10

A few days later, the treasured sunlight had been clouded over with rain once again. Harry figured his mood must be in sync with the weather, because he was feeling particularly dreary and bored today.

As if his cloudy mood couldn't get worse, he was on his way to history of magic class, Harry's least favorite subject since his first year at Hogwarts; and unarguably the most boring.

As he trudged slowly through the castle corridors, Harry let his mind wander. To be completely honest, he hasn't thought much about the kiss lately, although he supposed he should- after all, it was kind of a big deal.

Between school assignments, projects, and quidditch, the last few days hadn't provided him with much spare time or room in his brain, not to mention that he hadn't really seen Draco since it happened. Sure, Harry had seen him in passing, or in classes he had with the Slytherins, but he'd never gotten the chance to talk to him about what happened at quidditch practice.

He supposed it needed to happen eventually, but Harry wasn't sure he really wanted to talk to Malfoy about it. To Harry, discussing something was true confirmation that it had actually happened- it would make it official, and he wasn't sure he was ready for that.

Harry reached the doorway of Professor Binns' classroom and sat himself sulkily in a chair next to Ron. Sighing heavily, he opened his textbook.

"I know." Muttered Ron empathetically. "Why can't this class be a bloody elective?"

Hermione rolled her eyes from the seat on the other side of Ron.

"Just pay attention," she mouthed to the two of them as Professor Binns began reading from a thick book in his familiarly monotonous voice.

Harry slumped against the back of his chair. His boredom did no catering to his foul mood, and it was all he could do not to fall asleep.

Suddenly, something in his peripheral vision caught Harry's eye. Looking over, Harry saw that the door to the classroom had been left open, and standing in the hallway outside it was the familiar lean figure of Draco Malfoy.

Draco was looking straight at Harry and waving his long fingered hand towards himself, indicating For Harry to join him outside the classroom. There was a bit of a look of urgency on his face that clearly said now.

A bit startled, Harry shrugged helplessly. He was a little stuck, as he would need to make up some excuse to leave the classroom if he was to join Malfoy in the hallway. Draco jerked his head towards professor Binns in response, then disappeared around the corner with a swish of his cloak.

Harry decided not to question Draco and just go along with whatever he wanted at the moment, and he welcomed an excuse to get out of the classroom.

Harry raised his hand a little too suddenly, several students turned and stared at him.

"Question, Potter?" Said Professor Binns, looking up slowly from his heavy book.

"Yes, er, no... I mean, I think I need to go see Madam Pomfrey. I um... have a headache."

"Very well." Said Professor Binns rather unskeptically, turning back to the reading.

"Thanks," Harry muttered, shooting up from his seat and dashing out the door, ignoring Ron and Hermione's skeptical expressions.

Draco was standing at the end of the corridor, and Harry walked hesitantly towards him. Once he was out of earshot of the classroom, Harry asked, "What is it?"

"I... Think we should talk about some things."

"Again?!" Harry said. "Didn't we already do that?"

They were walking at a medium pace now, to where Harry wasn't sure. He was not paying attention and was mostly just following the other boy.

Draco looked quite irritated and stuck.

"Look... You obviously don't care about initiating a discussion about this," he gestured between himself and Harry, "but I do, so that leaves me responsible for figuring this out. See where I'm going with this, Potter?"

"Not necessarily. Also, since when did I say I didn't care?"

Draco was now looking cautiously down the vast but empty castle hallway, before leading Harry into an empty, small, and rather dusty classroom. There were a few scattered desks and empty bookshelves lining the walls.

"For the love of- Potter, you are ridiculously unobservant. You made clear that you 'don't care' when a week went by without you so much as looking at me." Draco said, leaning back against a dusty shelf and crossing his arms. Harry sat down on the nearest desk.

"And, for what it's worth, Potter, I don't exactly fancy kissing someone and being left hanging."

Harry winced slightly at the word kiss, but responded quietly after a pause.

"I don't exactly fancy confrontational situations. But, um yeah, I get it. I know what you mean."

Draco ran a hand through his neat blond hair. Harry looked at his feet and shuffled uncomfortably.

"You don't have to call me 'Potter', anymore, you know. I mean... I think were past that." Harry said, laughing slightly.

"Er... Okay..." said Draco, who looked a little shocked. "Harry." One corner of the pale boy's mouth turned up in a little smirk.

Harry was surprised at how much he liked the way Draco said his name, when it didn't come out as though he were spitting it up.

"Draco."

They were both smiling now, a hesitant little grin on Draco and on Harry a bashful simper.

Harry stood up awkwardly. They were almost across the room from each other, but the room was quite small, so they were only a few strides away from each other.

He wanted to be the one to do it this time.

Harry slowly strode over to Malfoy, who was looking straight into Harry, as though he was reading his mind. For a strange half second, Harry worried that he could.

And then he kissed him- and Draco kissed back, this time deeper and more sure than before. Any ambivalence Harry might have been feeling drifted away completely, and a sense of relief overcame him, for several reasons. Harry agreed with himself that they understood each other better like this, rather than speaking with words.

Harry felt Draco's lips slowing down, nudging softly at Harry's; and then the warmth of the other boy's tongue ran along his bottom lip.

Harry pulled back in surprise.

"What?" Draco asked.

"This is... Wrong." Harry mumbled.

"No, its not." Draco said, brow furrowing slightly. "Not if you want it."

"You're right."

"I usually am."

Smiling, Harry brought his mouth back up to meet Draco's. Harry bit the other boy's bottom lip lightly, and Draco's paleness was interrupted by a pink blush.

The two jumped violently when there was a harsh rap at the classroom door.