If I Say Yes [UNFINISHED]

Chapter 6 - The Yule Ball

It was the Christmas season at Hogwarts. The great hall looked beautiful, it's candles floating aimlessly, and the burning of the fires which sent a warmth throughout the school.

The corridors and hallways were decorated intricately with lights and small candles, the flames dancing over each other. It was truly a magical time.

Draco walked down to breakfast, accompanied by Pansy and Blaise. The three had talked out what was stressing Draco. He had lied and said that he had a bug, and he wasn't feeling well over the past weeks, and that was why he seemed very off.

Pansy, not wanting to be in Draco's bad books, had accepted his apology happily, not caring for the reason, only that her Drackie wasn't angry with her anymore.

The trio walked into the hall, making their way to the Slytherin table, sitting among their fellow housemates.

Draco's grey eyes automatically sought those of a raven-haired Gryffindor, who was sitting, laughing with Ron at the new dress robes he had been sent from his mother.

Draco's heart instantly melted at seeing the boy so happy. He looked so content as he laughed, and Draco fancied he could hear the angelic sound that escaped his lips.

Then Draco started to become hot. Very hot, all over. His palms were sweating the more he looked at Harry. The boy was intoxicating. He stared and stared at Harry, just watching him laugh. He was beautiful.

Draco watched as he playfully shoved Ron, giggling at something the red-haired boy had said, and then did something very unexpected. He winked at Ron.

Draco gulped, and his throat constricted. Harry had winked. And what Draco couldn't understand was why he had found that so unbelievably hot. That should be made illegal.

He bit his lip and looked away, realising what a fool he looked. It was no big deal. Potter winked at his weasel friend, nothing special.

But no matter how hard Draco tried to convince himself he wasn't attracted to Harry in any way, he couldn't. He knew, deep down how he felt about Harry, and that drove him insane, for he was trying so desperately hard not to be attracted to the Gryffindor. But that was impossible.

Draco looked at his plate, trying to gather his thoughts and what he was feeling, but was stopped by a cackle and a yelp of disgust.

He looked beside him at Pansy who was holding a newspaper in her hands, laughing evilly. Blaise was leaning across her, reading the article she was pointing at.

"Ugh, Potter and the mudblood, together? How utterly revolting," he said, revulsion evident in his tone.

Draco grabbed the newspaper, ripping it from Pansy's hands, ignoring her cries of protest.

Draco's grey eyes scanned the article, and stopped at the picture; a continuous loop was playing of Harry and Hermione, embracing tightly before the first task.

Draco gripped the paper hard and stared daggers at it. A stab of envy pierced his chest, and a wave of jealousy enclosed him.

He looked up towards the Gryffindor table, his insides twisting and turning. He was fuming on the inside. Draco felt his eyes flash to the silver they were starting to possess more and more often.

He caught Harry's eyes, which were locked on his, as if pleading silently to him, for some reason Draco couldn't quite grasp at.

Draco moved his eyes across to Hermione, who was talking to Ron, oblivious to his stares.

Harry noticed and made the connection, and Draco registered the look of realisation that passed his face.

He watched as the Gryffindor shook his head subtly, his features contorted into a position that contained guilt, but mostly denial.