Impossible ↠Drarry

Chapter Twelve

MULTIPLE TIME SKIPS HERE LMAO
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"It's funny you say that," Draco said dryly, "You said it yourself, You said, and I quote; 'I Should've left you in that fire.' "

A flash of regret sparked in Harry's eyes, but Draco ignored it, and continued to stare up into Harry's eyes.

"I didn't meant it..." Harry mumbled, dropping his eyes on the floor.

"Really? It seemed to me that you meant it. Every word." Draco stood up, facing Harry, "But it's true. You should've. All I've ever been to you was a twat. I've never given you a reason to even help me from that fire. But you did anyway, Because you're Harry fucking Potter. The boy who cares too much."

"Draco," Harry took a deep breath, closing his eyes, "I really, honestly, didn't mean it."

"Yeah, and how am I supossed to believe that? With your words only?" Draco questioned, crossing his arms. Draco was so close to him, all Harry could smell was Draco's cologne, which smelt of spruce wood.
"Is there any proof whatsoever that you don-"
Draco's sentence was shortened by a pair of lips meeting his own, but they left as soon as they came, and so did the boy who kissed him.

Draco's heart was pounding against his chest, he felt as though it were going to beat out of it, and all he could hear was his pulse.

He stood there in shock for three whole minutes, his fingers brushing against his lips, only one questioned ringing in his head, was that real?

*

Harry has been doing his best to ignore any existance of Draco. It did only happen last night, but he stuck close with his friends.

I guess the roles have reversed, he thought to himself.

"Harry, what the hell is wrong?" Hermione hissed in his ear.

"Yeah, mate, you've been acting off." Ron stated, looking over at Harry.

Harry shrugged, "just not feeling well. I didn't get a good sleep last night."

"Yeah, I know," Ron said, "I woke up at midnight, and you weren't in your bed, or even in the common room. Where the bloody hell were you?"

"...Library..." he mumbled, "Hey, I'll catch up with you two after. I'll meet you in class," he told them, as they turned to the door to the dining hall.

"What? Harry, you need to eat breakfast. It's the most important meal of the day," Hermione mumbled.

"Yes, I know, but I have something important to do." He lied, quickly scurrying off.

The truth was, he couldnt stand even the scent of food. Everything that has happened in just a day has been making his insides churn, and just the thought of food nearly made him vomit. And plus, Draco was probably in there- something he really didn't want to face.

He made his way to Hagrids hut, eager to distract himself from anything, knowing he'd be late for potions either way.

*

As soon as Harry stepped foot in the potions classroom, it smelt strongly of what he knew to be Draco's cologne.

Furrowing his brows, he stepped over to his two friends, who were brewing a type of potion, "why does it smell like Draco's cologne?" He mumbled in Hermione's ear, in which she immediately began to have a coughing fit, to what Harry guess she was choking on....air?

"What did you just say?" Hermione questioned after her little fit.

"I said; 'why does it smell liks Draco's Cologne.' "