The Power You Have

Part 2

Draco stared at his wall blankly, trying to void all thoughts from his mind. Especially the ones about Harry. He sat on his bed in a feverish heat, drenched in his sweat, staring at nothing. Out of sudden impulse, he threw the sheets off his bed and made a b-line towards the shower. He ran a hand through his greasy unkept hair, damn I'm a mess, I really need to take a shower. Once at the showers, he strewn he clothes across the floor and hopped in. First making it cold, then blistering hot. He let the water cleanse his skin, washing off all physical and emotional dirt that had stained him.

Harry
Harry swam through his thoughts, diving in deeper, and deeper. He was thinking. About Draco. Like him, he had newly discovered feelings for him. But unlike the blonde, he was able to control himself. Besides, it wasn't really a crush, more of a "I'm keeping him in mind." Type thing. For the past few weeks, Harry could feel the stormy grey eyes burning through his skull. Harry did not dare look up, he only wondered why. Why is he looking at me all the time? He admired the blonde for his sharp jawline, his pristine eyes, and cool demeanor. But now, he looked lost. Lost in his thoughts. When Draco wasn't looking(which wasn't often) he would study him, book marking every feature that dazzled him. But one thing blocking him from completely crushing on the blonde, the sheer torture he had caused him for the past 5 years. But as each year progressed, the verbal battles between them became more a highlight of his day, than torturous glimpses into his past. But why would he want to fight with him? Pent up sexual aggression? After all, Harry had not been able to "get some" since Cho Chang, and that had been... and experience.

So possibly?

Besides it wouldn't matter, he had a much bigger battle to deal with, this should be the last thing on his mind.

Draco

His head rested on the cold shower wall, water graciously flowing down his back, his mind in deep thought. How far could he travel down this road? How long would it take Potter to find out? After all, he had caught the blonde staring at least seven times. Each time his face growing painfully hot and sweaty, turning a terrible color. Gryffindor red. His heart beating impossibly fast, almost leaping out of his chest. If Harry every did find out, he would make his life a living hell. Telling everyone the sole heir to the Malfoy throne, was gay. Of course he had already figured this out, it wasn't a hard one to discover. When he briefly dated Pansy Parkinson, he just, didn't feel ANY connection to her. Their short, cold, wet kisses were barely tolerable. Finally when they both had enough of trying to make it work, they called it quits and decided to stay friends. Obviously no connection to Pansy wasn't the sole reason for his sexuality, he just looked at girls and said, no. Of course women were beautiful creatures, just not the objects of his sexual desires. But they were Harry's. He wasn't gay, the golden boy? His logical side almost scoffed at the idea, but his emotional side wanted to cower, and pray for something that wasn't real.

The Blonde breathed in the hot steam, bringing clarity to his mind. He had to get out, he had to do something about this. Suddenly, out of the blur, he had an idea. He finally knew just what he needed to do.

His feet hit the floor.

Got dressed.

And ran.

Where?

Only time will tell...

And the next 5 meters.