It Started With A Closet. . . A Drarry Fic (No Smut!!!)

Still Avoiding

Harry's POV

The Gryffindors most certainly won the match, but Draco did not go to the celebration.

That was all that was on Harry's mind since the kiss happened––Draco's soft, perfect lips pressed to his, and how he'd gone back to avoiding and ignoring Harry again.

Harry Ron and Hermione were all sitting in the library, working on homework. They had a potions essay due in two days, and Hermione had said they should get a head start on it.

He'd started on the essay ten minutes ago, and had yet to write a full two sentences. Ron fell asleep on the book he was using for research, and Hermione was probably almost done by now, or at least halfway there.

Finally, Harry leaned back and sighed, causing Hermione to momentarily stopped scribbling and briefly look up at him before continuing to work as she spoke.

"Thinking about Malfoy again, aren't you Harry?"

"I just. . . I want to know why he's avoiding me. Was it because of the kiss? Because I kind of had to, or else the game wouldn't have continued. He agreed!"

"Harry, you mentioned he was gay?" Harry nodded. "And you used to hate each other. It was probably weird that he had to kiss his former enemy, who also happened to be the same gender he was attracted to."

"But I'm bi," Harry protested. "Same for the enemy stuff. I don't want to pretend he doesn't exist."

Hermione sighed, dipping her quill into more ink. "I don't know Malfoy, Harry. For all we know, the kiss didn't bother him at all and he's avoiding you for something else entirely."

The doors of the library creaked open, then shut again. Her eyes flicked up briefly.

"Speak of the devil. . ," she said.

Harry whirled around, and sure enough there was Draco Malfoy, looking around the library briefly as he headed towards the desired bookshelf. He stopped for a second when he accidentally made eye-contact with Potter, before breaking away and continued walking at a slightly faster pace towards his destination.

Harry scrambled to his feet, practically sprinting after him.

He was too late, though; Malfoy had found his book and wound his way back around to the front to check out his book. By the time Harry figured out that that had happened (somehow), Draco was out the door and fleeing back to his common room.

Harry sighed again as he plopped back down in his seat and began writing, even though he knew he wouldn't be able to concentrate, and would get a failing grade because of it.

If he'd thought it had been difficult earlier, it'd be impossible now.

Draco's POV

"Pansy!" Draco moaned, sprawled across one of the empty common room's couches. Pansy was sitting in an overstuffed armchair, reading a mystery/horror novel.

"I know, I know; you hate me and this is all my fault," she answered without looking up.

"Well it is."

"You're the one doing all of the avoiding, Draco," she pointed out.

"But you're the reason it's awkward! If you hadn't locked inside of that damned closet or started that fucking chant at the games for us to kiss in front of everyone, it wouldn't be awkward, and I wouldn't be avoiding him." Well, maybe I would, but we wouldn't have been "friends" so it would be normal.

"But you liked kissing him, didn't you?" she inquired.

He picked up a throw pillow and buried his face in it. "Yes," he mumbled.

"Well, then, you have no reason to hate me. Like I said, he's not the one doing the avoiding; that's all you, Draco. Just talk to him. . . Or. . ."

"You'll do something else completely awful to torture me?" he guessed.

"Actually," Pansy said, "I was thinking that the Holidays are coming up next week. . ." And she begun to tell Draco her plan (Which needed a lot of persuasion), and she finally got him to go through with it.

It took days, but she eventually won.

Three days after suggesting the idea, Pansy was still trying to convince Draco to do it.

"C'mon, Draco!" she pleaded. "You can admire him and share your deep feelings and he won't even have to know it's you doing it! You're the least likely person he'll suspect!" They were in the common room again, because Draco still refused to go out of Slytherin territory unless he absolutely had to. He was on the couch again, Pansy in the same chair as before, still reading that book.

"Yes, but I'd still have to tell him at the end of it all; that's how it works, Pansy–I tell him who I am on Christmas. Besides, it's already December; I can't do and an advent starting in the middle of December."

"You wouldn't do an advent; you'd do the Twelve Days of Christmas, just, without getting him one of one thing, two of a thing, three of a thing . . . you get it. That doesn't start for another two days. And if you don't do it, I'll send him gifts anyway."

Draco snorted at her logic. "Then you would be the secret admirer, Pansy." He sat up and looked at her.

"Actually, I wouldn't leave them anonymous; I'd sign them with your name." She finally looked up from her book, grinning devilishly, knowing she'd won when she saw Draco's eyes break like glass.

Then his expression turned angry. "What the hell, Pansy! You can't blackmail me!" He waved his arms around with no real purpose behind it except he was angry.

"I believe I just did; I wasn't put in Slytherin for nothing, dear Draco. Now, if you'll excuse me, I believe I should start on my homework." She snapped her book shut and began walking towards the girls' dormitories, but before she entered, she turned around and said, "I suggest you start on a list–twelve presents for Harry! Try to think of what he'd like."

Her evil laughter echoed in Draco's mind long after she had already gone.

Finally, fuming, Draco grabbed his parchment, and ink pot, and a quill, and thought about what Harry would like for his twelve days of Christmas.