Feel - Drarry [discontinued]

Four

Sorry for it being so short, I've been really busy + writer’s block really really suck major arse. I’m not too psyched about this chapter since it was kind of ‘forced’. Anyroad I hope you like it, lovelies! Thanks for reading, it means the universe to me (´ε｀ )♡

He should tell him about Blaise, right? He should. As he was building up the courage he put a hand on Draco’s arm, he flinched at the touch. Harry’s eyes widened as the recollection of everything bad that’d happened to him. Voldemort. The Mark. “How did it happen?” he finally asked and with more caution, “What does he want from you?”

As he said it he immediately wanted to draw it back. He could see a film appear in the silver eyes he had come to love in such a short period of time.

“Sorry, I shouldn’t have-..” he stopped when he felt the boy go limp in his arms, “Draco!?” No response. “Draco! Hallo!!! DRACO WAKE UP!” he shouted panic suffused his voice. No response. He grabbed the lean shoulders and shook him violently.

“Draco! Draco, are you there!?” he yelled and this time Draco seemed to react, feeling the worry growing in the pit of his stomach Harry looked into the absent stormy eyes “are you okay? What’s wrong!?” his voice was shaking. Suddenly Draco’s eyes were brimming with fear and realization. Harry let out a cry of relief and embraced the blonde boy.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry” he whispered as he held him in his arms. He could feel his chest grow wet with Draco’s tears when he realized that Draco wasn’t the only one crying. He tried to stop them but they just kept coming. His cheeks were soon red and swollen. They fell asleep peacefully in each other’s arms.

When Harry woke up, he was alone. Draco was nowhere to be seen.

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Thoughts were racing through his mind at the speed of light. His blonde hair was clinging to the sweat on his forehead. He couldn’t keep doing this. It was wrong. Harry would end up getting hurt. Set if he found out – what then?

The day went by in flashes. He didn’t pay attention to any of the classes. He ignored Harry’s pleading looks throughout potions. He was a mess.

“Ugh! I am so hungry” the Weasley-kid grinned at Harry and Draco felt a surge of jealousy as he watched the Golden Trio. They were laughing together like nothing was wrong. It took all his strength not to walk over there and punch Harry’s friends, telling them off. He couldn’t stand the fact that they could hang out with him in public like that and he couldn’t. He walked to his dormitory not knowing what to do.

When he was supposed to meet Harry in the Room of Requirement, his mind was in outright war with itself. He went straight from the Great Hall, his food still untouched, to the seventh floor. He then changed his mind and went back to the Great Hall. I should at least explain myself to Harry… no, a clean break is better… but… no… He found himself back on the seventh floor. A door appeared. He was about to grasp the handle when his mind again changed. He ran. He couldn’t do this. Harry would only get hurt and he couldn’t let that happen. He felt tears threatening to fall and sighed in exasperation.

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“Tempus”, Harry whispered in croaked voice waving his wand – 20.49. After waiting for two hours, he had no other choice but to face the fact that Draco wasn’t going to show. He sighed and hid his head in his hands. Why didn’t he show?

He walked back to the Gryffindor common room and was immediately ambushed by his friends. Hermione’s hair was flying in every direction and her face was filled with worry.

“Harry! Where in the name of Merlin have you been!?” she shrieked as soon as he entered.

“Hermione, not now… it’s just” Harry started but realized he didn’t know how to end the sentence without telling them of Draco.

“You’ve been acting really weird lately,” Ron said.

“I’m sorry. I don’t know how to explain it…” he wasn’t lying he truly had no idea of what to say or where to start.

“We don’t ask you to tell us something if you don’t want to, but we can’t stop worrying about you. You can tell us everything Harry. We’ll still be your friends,” Hermione put a calming hand on his shoulder.

“You sure?” Harry whispered inaudibly, “I just need to sleep I think,” he gave them a weak smiled which was immediately repaid.

“Okay.”

Lying in bed gazing out the window Harry decided that he’d find a way to confront Draco about not showing up as they’d decided. With that in his mind, he drifted off into an uneasy sleep.

The first class was transfiguration with Slytherin. Draco purposely avoided Harry’s eyes leaving him more confused and conflicted than ever. After class Draco spun out of the room but Harry wasn’t gonna let him slip that easy. He followed the blonde down the hall until they were alone. He then grabbed Draco’s should dragging him into an abandoned classroom. Without thinking his lips locked into Draco who didn’t object for a second.

His tongue brushed Draco’s lips seeking entrance and the kiss deepened. He grabbed the blonde hair longingly and was pressed roughly against the nearest wall letting out a small moan. Draco’s hands were on his hips holding him closer. This was not what he had expected to happen. Their lips were pressed together determined, breaths coming in short pants and hands everywhere.

“Draco,” Harry groaned when coming up for air. Draco growled as reply leaving Harry’s mouth, trailing the length of his neck with wet kisses. Harry moaned in pleasure, “Draco,” he repeated breathlessly, “what are we doing?”

They pulled apart slightly and silver met green as they gazed into each other’s eyes. “What do you mean?” Draco whispered.

Harry looked away flushed, “I-.. what do you feel, Draco? You didn’t show up in the room of requirement and now-.. now you’re kissing me like your life depended on it”

His life did depend on it, but he didn’t say instead he looked down, “It’s-.. I am-..” he sighed.

“What, Draco?”

“I’m-… I’m not good for you, Harry”

“What on Earth do you mean!?” Harry asked sounding angrier than he meant to.

“I’m not good for you! I’m a death eater for Merlin’s sake!” Draco shouted, “I don’t come from a nice family like the bloodtraitor! I’m not smart and helpful like the mudblood, I’m-..” he stopped seeing Harry’s face realizing what words he’d just used, “Harry-..”

“What did you just say!? How dare you – I thought you’d changed!!! I actually thought you’d changed” Harry screamed with tears in his eyes. He couldn’t think so he just bolted out the door crying. He thought Draco was different now…

Back in the classroom Draco fell to his knees, “Harry,” he whimpered tears freefalling from his eyes, “oh no, Harry. What have I done!?"