Impossible ↠Drarry

Chapter Eight

Soooo turns out im actually getting reads lmao,, and people are actually giving me feed back.
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"Go away, Potter." Draco seethed, walking past Harry as he continued reading his book.

"I need to ask you-"

"Don't you have friends to write to?" Draco bit, "like Granger and Weasely?"

"Hermione just gave her parents their memory back, and Ron lost his brother. I'm not bothering them." Harry explained, "just let me-"

"Shut up, potter!" Draco finally snapped, closing his book, "Can't you see I'm trying to ignore you? Isn't that what you wanted?! Im not even bothering you about your eating habits! Just go away."

Harry clenched his jaw, but he took a small breath, "I know your secret."

Draco's heart stopped almost completely, and his face paled, he felt as though he were about to pass out right then and there.

Draco looked Harry in the eyes, Harry picking up the fear in Draco's, "what secret." Draco tensed, waiting for his response.

"About why you keep going into the room of requirement."

Draco immediately slumped his shoulder, letting out a quiet breath, and his facial features softening.

What other secret does he have?

He straightened up, "It's not a secret."

Harry narrowed his eyes at him, "uh-huh. Then why do you go at midnight? When no one is watching?"

"I don't. I go multiple times a day, you git." Draco snarled, and it was true. He's been going so much more lately... and it scared him.

"What do you see?" Harry blurted.

Draco clenched his jaw, "none of your business."

"Well, it most certainly will be, once I tell Dumbledore about you sneaking off at night!"

"Yeah, and what are you going to say when he asks what you are doing, Potter?" Draco questioned, crossing his arms, book still in hand.

Harry crossed his arms also, thinking.

"For fuck sakes, Draco." Harry snapped, "just tell me. Or..."

"Or what?" Draco smirked, "you're going to set Weasel or Granger on me?"

"No," this time Harry smirked, "I'll tell everyone you kissed me."

Draco's heart skipped a few beats, fear taking over his body, which was soon replaced with anger.
He was livid that Harry would even mention that. He had no bloody right to mention that- not at all. And right now, that little threat was what was threatening his whole school year.

"Fuck off." Draco hissed sharply, spinning on his heals to walk away.

"Don't think I wont, Draco."

Draco stopped, "Since when are we on a first-name basis, Potter?" Draco asked, anger engulfing him as he turned to face Harry once more, "And I could just tell everyone it was you who kissed me."

"And who would they believe?" Harry asked smugly. "your word against mine."

Draco stayed silent, biting his lip.

Play nice, Draco. You're lucky enough to be back in this school. Dont. Fuck. Up.

"Why the fuck do you care?" Draco finally questioned, breaking the silence; defeated.