Drarry: Need for your gaze

Chapter Three: Harry

The day had come. I asked Luna to pass the message to meet me here. Her being the only Ravenclaw I really knew.

"Hello?" A male voice from behind me spoke. "I'm Jacob Dubwa. You wanted to talk to me?"

The speech I had prepared for him, vanished. My mind couldn't recall what I wanted to say. So, I went more simply, trying to hide my aggression. "Hi." I turned to face him. 

"Luna said you wanted to talk?" Dubwa's voice hinted at fear. Perhaps he knew what I was going to say to him. Maybe he didn't. 

"I'm Harry Potter." My hand stuck out to shake his. "You know, The Boy Who Lived." I introduced somewhat braggingly of my title. Which was something I never did. Though, telling a guy to back off was another thing I never did. "Jacob, listen. You seem like a nice guy and cool kid. But..."

"-But?" A pinch of aggression was added into his voice mixture.

"-But! Leave Malfoy alone." Shock filled his eyes. "Yeah, I know he's a prick. However, he's my prick." He looked confused. Like he was pondering something important. "Do you get what I'm saying?"

"Wh-what? I thought he was single..." Confusion was poured into his voice bowl, "wait, we're both talking about-"

"-The boy you were waving at yesterday!? With the platinum blonde hair? Dreamy grey eyes? Snarky comments?" His head slowly nodded.

"But, he said he wanted to talk to me..." Jacob confessed. "Why would he want to talk to me, if he was with you." 

'What!? Why would my Malfoy want to talk to him!?' Ignoring the fact I referred to him as mine, I was fucking pissed.

Before I could knock this guy out, another voice interjected. "Greetings Garbage, Scarhead," Malfoy smirked.

Hearing him insult Jacob hurt me. Usually, he only insulted me or my friends. Only referred to me as "Garbage". Normal people wouldn't be hurt by this. But, I've known him for years. We had a special bond. As in, a special hatred for each other. And just each other. Not for stupid new students like Jacob. Dubwa didn't deserve to be called "Garbage". He wasn't good enough to get that title from Malfoy.

Before he came, I was Malfoy's target. His prime victim. The person he loved to make fun of the most. All of his insults targeted at me. Just for "breathing too much of his air". Malfoy sent me death threats and hurtful messages. Not him. Only I got the malicious tone from him. I was the person he wanted to kill. Jacob was just some newbie to our game. I'd make sure he wouldn't win. Even if I had to play dirty.

"What do you want, Git?" I hissed.

"Calm Down, Potter." Malfoy smiled. "For once, I'm not here to bother you. I'm here for Dubwa."

"Wh-what?" My heart was beginning to crumble. Though I had to remain tough, this was just another prank. Just another thing for him to laugh at. "Like hell, you're not here to bother me! You always do. Malfoy, you stalk me to ruin my life!" I exclaimed with a laugh.

"Hey! I never stalked you!" He huffed before regaining his composure. "Okay, yes, I may have purposely bothered you in the past but," he glanced to the side,

"-But?" A saddened look spread across my face only for a second. Before I quickly masked it. Reminding myself that, 'This is just a prank. He's lying... Right?' My thoughts started to slip away from the possibility of him joking. Even if I believed that Malfoy was telling the truth, I had to deny it. It just couldn't be true. Right?