When you see my truth (drarry fanfic)

Chapter 19. Classroom

-Harry's pov-

We were back at Hogwarts. The school was the same, the forbidden forest was the same, the Whomping willow was the same... Everything was the same except for me. Except for Draco. We were not the same. I glanced at Draco. He was awkwardly walking besides McGonagall. I was walking on her other side. We approached the castle. Was I really in love with Draco? I don't know, I don't know how love feels like. I don't know if I love him or not. The kiss felt amazing. Totally amazing. But he was a dude! A bloke, man a guy!

Could I really love a man?

I was ordered to go to my room and pack up my things. Ron and Hermione was in the common room when I left my bedroom. 

"Harry!" Hermione shouted and hugged me.

"Hi 'Mione." I said as I patted her back. She released her hug and backed some steps.

Ron approached me. "How's your time with Malfoy. Is the git still alive? I hope not." Ron said.

I felt a sting in my heart at that. Ron still thought Malfoy was that spoiled brat. Well he wasn't. He wasn't spoiled, or a brat.

"Ron, how can it be that when your best friend was gone for two weeks all you care about is that good for nothing boy?"

"Can you stop talking about him like that!"

I didn't mean to say it. Of course they didn't like Draco after everything he'd done. But we hadn't been angels toward him either.

They looked at me with confused faces.

"No way... Have you come to like the ferret?" Ron said, surprised.

I didn't say anything. Yeah, I liked him. I liked him a lot. I just nodded. Feeling a faint blush on my cheeks.

"Harry... You know it's Malfoy we're talking about, right? He who almost got us caught in first grade, he who told the teachers about Hagrids dragon, and countless more incidents." Hermione said.

"Yes I know Draco hasn't been nice to us but-"

"Draco... Did you just call him Draco?!" Ron widened his eyes.

"Yes Draco. That's his name, right? Look, I know that you don't like him. But I do. He's been trough a lot more than we knew. He isn't the prat we've known. He is actually pretty kind."

They looked at me like I've just started talking another language.

"Kind?  You must have hit your head mate, should we go to madam Pomfrey?"

I gave up, they were impossible. I turned around and walked out of the common room. I've already put in my clothes, so I thought I might as well find Draco. I want to know how things will be from now on. How will he behave?

-Draco's pov-

"So... You've spent two weeks with Potter and you're telling me that you've got nothing about Potter we can tease him for?"

"Right." I said. The Malfoy mask was slowly getting back on place. It was almost a month left. A month left of my life. I want to spend that month here, at Hogwarts. Not at the mansion. Father can't realise that something's off.

Harry kissed me. Harry fucking Potter kissed me. The person I've loved for over a month now kissed me! On the lips, with tongue. Why? Did he like me more than just like? Did he think of us more than friends? No, that can be. Don't get your hopes up Draco...

I walked with confident steps towards the great hall. It was soon lunch time and Blaise walked besides me.

"I can't believe it, it was two weeks and you didn't even pull one prank?" he said dubious.

"That's right, I've had enough of dwelling on that twat. I got better things to do Blaise." I said. My voice came out calm and it probably sounded bored, like I didn't care much about it.

We rounded a corner and I saw him. Potter. Harry Potter. The guy I loved, The guy I've spent two weeks together with. The guy who kissed me.

I have to play cool. To ignore him. This wasn't the house. This was reality. Harry can't change anything here. I can't change anything here. We have to play our roles.

"Draco!" he called out. No, why did he have to do that? I don't want to say anything to him. If I have to say anything, it has to be something mean. I don't want to be mean. Why can't we just ignore each other? Did he have to force me to be mean?

"What is it Potter?" I spat out, toning the P and the T like I use to.

"I have to talk to you." he just said, calmly. Why can't he just shut up? Don't he get it that I don't want to be like this?

"I have nothing to say to a git like you. Run along to your weasel and mudblood friends." I said. It hurt every time I said that word. Mudblood. Melonie. Harry knew. Harry knew that it hurt. He looked at me. I could see the pity in his eyes. He really wanted to talk about something.

"Blaise, you can go." I said. "But..." he looked at Harry.

"Don't worry, I'll take care of it." I said with a smug grin. Blaise must have thought I would hex Harry or something. He headed first to the Great hall.

I turned around and begun to walk in the direction of a classroom I knew was empty.

Harry closed the door behind us.

"Harry... You know you can't..." he pressed his lips on mine. Wait, what? I was confused. What exactly is happening? Why is Harry kissing me?

"Harry..." I said, trying to get an explanation out of him.

"Draco... I think... I think I love you." he said.

Those five words... Those five words were the most wonderful and fantastic words I've ever heard. It wasn't a dream right? No, all my dreams were nightmares, this has to be true. Did Harry really want a scarred fuck up like me? Could he actually like me?

"I think it started from when I saw you in the astronomy tower. I was so scared at that moment. I thought you were dead. I've felt so weird this past days. I couldn't understand why. But Draco, I think I love you. I want to be with you, kiss you, touch you. I get angry when I see what they've done to you. I hate them." Harry said.

Is he really confessing his love to me right now?

-Harry's pov-

As fast as the words left my mouth I realised how true they were. How perfect they matched my feelings. I don't care that Draco is a guy. I love him.