Pillow (Drarry)

Chapter 7- Lost Control

Chapter 7: Lost Control

October 22, 1998

Despair. Draco was in despair. How could this be? It couldn't. It wasn't. He wasn't gay. He hated Harry Potter, with his beautiful eyes and his hair.... Oh, Merlin. Draco was gay. His father would have been so angry. Would've been. He no longer could be. The Malfoy name wasn't much to uphold anymore anyway. So maybe it didn't matter that Draco had just kissed Harry Potter in front of the entire school, even if it was chaste. So then Draco's only problem would be the fact that his crush just had to be Potter of all people. Harry wasn't gay, so Draco would just have to deal with being gay later and try not to make his realization obvious in the meantime. 

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Shock. Harry was in shock. Draco had kissed him in front of the entire school. So, maybe it was a quick chaste kiss, but........ he couldn't believe this. He wasn't gay, he still liked girls. He liked kissing girls. Draco wasn't a girl. But his lips were so soft and it was a chaste kiss, their lips hadn't even touched for the entirety of a second. It had felt right, like he had been wanting and waiting for just that; and a craving, instead of being satisfied, had been awakened from a long slumber and now consumed his thoughts in hunger. He wasn't gay. Definitely not. He didn't know what he was, but he certainly liked girls and Draco. Hermione probably knew, he should write her soon.

Once they had finally made the long trek back to the 8th Year common room across the school on the ground floor level, they silently gathered what they'd left earlier and gone up to their room. Sitting on his bed, Harry sighed and laid back on his pillows.

Draco just sat on his bed and stared at nothing. He zoned out, planning ways to act like he did not like Potter. He could think of nothing, everything he thought was either impossible or too obvious. He groaned quietly and started to reach for a book to relax when he was suddenly flying through the air away from his bed. He didn't even have time to make a noise before he landed on Potter's bed and was wrapped up in two warm arms. Draco turned in confusion and saw Harry's were closed and he was breathing deeply, as if asleep. "Er... H-Potter?" he asked, and the only response he got was Harry's head buried in his chest. Half-heartedly struggling to remove himself from the unfortunately very comfortable position he was in, Draco was having an inner battle as to what he should do. It would be weird to stay there, but it was so comfy and he could be there forever happily. But it would be so awkward, and it would be so perfect. He decided to just wake Potter up and figure out what the heck had happened. If he accidentally forgot to move from the bed that would be perfectly okay. He grabbed Harry's shoulder and shook it lightly, "Potter... Potter!" he raised his voice. 

He felt his heart do an involuntary little jump as he watched the raven-haired boy's eyes flutter open and widen as he realized his proximity to Draco. Pulling away, he gave the blond a confused look and it was returned with one of equal confusion. "What was that?!" Draco spoke first after a somewhat awkward silence.

"What do you mean?I was just sleeping, and then I wake up to find you right next to me! I should be asking you that question!" They were both quite surprised when the words appeared in the air without Harry using his wand, as that had been what he was thinking.

"Er... well, that was strange, but the reason I had to wake you is because I was sitting over there on my bed when I was rudely jerked from it and thrown across the room all the way over here. We should just go to McGonagall, bring your wand." Draco stood, but Harry didn't move, "Get up, Scarface."

"I can't," Harry actually wrote it this time with his wand, "my legs won't move."

Draco sighed heavily, "Are you serious?"