Impossible ↠Drarry

Chapter five

A big ass bug hit the side of my head while i was writing and i almost screamed but its 4am so i jumped out of bed and flicked the light on and I FUCKING LOST IT W H E R E THE FUC K A RE YO U
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Chapter five

After Harry's visit with Hagrid, (which mainly consisted of Hagrid showing him his new egg that he found Merlin knows where,) Harry began making his way to the school. It was nearly supper time and he promised himself he'd atleast try to eat something.

Luckily Hagrid put him in a better, and calmer mood. So if he ran into Malfoy, he wouldnt rip his head off.

Maybe.

He took his scarf and heavy sweater off as he was nearing the dining hall entrance, tucking them under his arms.

"Great." He mumbled to himself, seeing as there was only one other person in the room, which was a hufflepuff, packing up her things to leave.

Harry sighed, sat down in the middle of the gryffindor table, alone, and grabbed a biscuit, staring it down.

His stomach clawed against his insides, and he finally decided to take a bite out of it, only to instantly feel as though he was going to throw it up.

He winced before taking another nibble, careful not to eat too much at a time.

"Its hard to get back to eating normally again, isn't it?" A voice said from his side.

Harry nearly choked on the biscuit at the sudden sound, and chugged down his goblet of water.

After he finished his little episode, he glared at the figure next to him, "I told you not to come near me, Malfoy." Harry hissed, his jaw clenching.

He shrugged, "I know." He replied, staring off, his eyes clouded, "Pansy and Blaise have been hanging out more than usual. Pretty sure they're dating."

"What does that have to do with me?" Harry snapped, narrowing his eyes.

"I have no one other than you to talk to." Draco looked over to Harry, making eye contact.

"Well, I dont want to talk to you. So leave. This isn't even your table."

After a few seconds of just staring, Draco sighed and stood up, "yeah. Sorry." He began walking towards his table, "finish that biscuit. You need to eat." He said from over his shoulder, before sitting down at his own table.

Harry looked down at his biscuit, grimacing as he picked it up.

You did this to yourself, deal with the conciquences.

He took another bite out of it, only to jolt up and run towards the washrooms, kicking opened the nearest stall and throwing up the few he had to eat into the toilet.

"Fuck." He cursed quietly, still leaning against the toilet.

"Don't put your forehead on that filthy thing." Draco snapped at him, causing Harry to instantly snap his head towards him.

"How the fuck do you keep appearing without me noticing?"

"Your head is out of the game, potter. You're unfocused." He rolled his eyes as though it was obvious.

Draco sighed, pulling out another biscuit from his sleeve, "eat it."

"Malfoy, I can't-"

"Potter, I swear to fuck if you dont eat this I will personally shove it down your throat."

Harry sighed and took the biscuit out if Draco's hand, "once again; why do you care?"

"Shut up and eat the biscuit."

"Not until you tell me why you care."

"Potter." Draco warned, his voice sounding like a mother whom was about to send her child to their room.

"Malfoy." Harry said in the same tone.

"I dont care about it. Just fucking eat the bloody biscuit, I'm actually being nice to you."

Harry rolled his eyes and took a small bite out of the biscuit, once again feeling as though he was going to puke it all back up.

"I can't--"

"Eat it. Now."

Harry tooke another bite, inwhich caused him to throw it up into the toilet.

Draco sighed and crouched down next to him, moving Harry's small bang from his forehead, Sitting patiently for him to finish puking.

"That's disgusting." Draco scowled as Harry flushed the toilet, making Draco remove his hand, reluctantly.

Harry sighed, leaning agaisnt the stalls wall, hitting his head against it as well.

"I told you to eat, Potter."

"Shut up."

"Here," Draco handed him a mint, "your breath is fowl."

Harry glared at the mint, finally deciding to take it, as his breath did smell quite fowl.

"Why are you being so nice to me?" Harry questioned, watching as Draco sat opposite to him, his back against the other side of the stall.

Draco brought one leg up to his chest, shrugging, "I know what it's like. What you're going through."

Harry searched Draco's eyes, but they were clouded over, keeping any emotion he held away from Harry, Which, for some reason, made Harry angry.

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I care because I seem to be falling for you more and more everyday.

This wasn't supposed to happen.

I'm supposed to hate you just as much as you hate me.

Why don't I hate you, Potter?

Did you charm yourself?
Did someone hand me a love potion without me knowing?

What's happening to me?