Drarry: Need for your gaze

Chapter Six: Draco

He carried through with my wishes, staying silent for the entire car ride there. Well, with the exception of saying "here" when he opened my door for me. It was just a thing he always did. For once he didn't make some statement along the lines of my future husband better open every door for me. Though this time, he didn't. Most likely because I asked for silence.

But, the whole husband thing was because I came out to him about being gay in Third Year. He was extremely supportive and accepting. That very day he took me to the beach and male modeling studios to look at the boys. One of the only things he said was that he solely wished for my happiness. Whether it'd be with a man or woman. The other being that he already knew. My father was just waiting for me to come out before he acted on it.

I waited in the car as he stepped out. Knowing that he wanted to open my door for me. Opening doors for me was an addiction or something. He just loved to do it for some bizarre reason.

My feet hit the pavement of the parking lot slowly. I wasn't thrilled to be talking about my problem. But, I knew it'd help. It was never good to bottle up feelings. That was something I learned the hard way.

He knew I was anxious. However, he also knew what would make me feel a little better. So, without hesitation, he wrapped his left arm around me in a kind of side hug. Comfortingly rubbing my left arm as well.

"So, we still in silence mode?" he softly questioned.

"No..." I mumbled.

"Okay listen, Draco," his voice became serious, "my 'Draco Is Having Problems With Potter' (DIHPWP) alarm mechanism has been firing since I saw you. Just know, that whatever it is, you're still my son."

My father's words relaxed my tense muscles. Calming me was a skill he possessed. Even I, didn't know how he could always comfort me. Maybe it was because he was my dad and always knew what to say. Yeah, that seemed like it. Plus, my dad always understood me. I've always had such a strong relationship with him. It'd be hard to imagine myself without one.

"Draco, you coming in?" He asked with a smirk. Knowing that I got lost in my thoughts.

We calmly walked in. The place was almost empty. Like an apocalypse of some sort took place, only here. There were some muggle teens here. Most likely to have sneaked out for a secret date.

"So, you want fries? Anything else?" His voice caused me to stop viewing the couple.

"Yeah, fries and a Sprite." I nodded. 'Pleases' and 'thank you's' weren't a common thing in our family. It's just always been awkward for any of us to say it. So, we'd simply nod.

My father left to retrieve the food. While I turned back to the couple. A boy and a girl sat across from each other. Both had only a small drink. They held hands.

"We're gonna get married one day." The boy declared to her.

"Aww, Stephen! You're so cute! Of course, we will!" She laughed. "I'll be Toni Smith!" the two proceded to kiss and declare more feelings of love.

Little did they know that something would happen and they'd break up. They'd be separated by college or work, or even family. Then they'd grow to just be awkward strangers. Or, maybe they would get married. Maybe they'd end up with a big house, nice car, great job, and little youngsters too. At least, that's what I hoped for them.

But, just looking at those two made me think of Potter. How we could've been delusionally in love like that. Thinking of the future and stupidly putting each other in it. How he could've declared that we'd be wed one day. I could've laughed like she did and say "I'll be Draco Potter." We could hold hands and kiss all night long.

Looking at them made me long for him more. 'God it has barely been a day and I'm already missing him.' I internally sighed.

That's when I noticed the girl's top. There was nothing out of the ordinary about it. No, it was just green. But, that was the problem. The shirt wasn't just any shade of green. It was his. She wore it without knowing the impact. Potter's eyes flashed through my mind. Causing me to think about how beautiful they were. How mesmerizing his breathtaking emerald eyes were. How I'd never been able to wake up to them like I hoped.

"You got a problem?" The guy snapped me out of my thoughts with his voice, "why are you looking at my girl?"

"Yeah, Creepo I'm taken." She smirked, thinking I was jealous of the man because he was with her. Instead, I was jealous because she had the man she loved. Or, thought she loved.

"Your shirt...," I spoke quietly. "Your shirts' the color of Potter's eyes."

"Potter?" They asked in unison.

"Just a boy." I turned away from them. Ignoring their questions about Potter.

"Alright!" My father smiled with a tray full of food. "My wraps better not be a messy disaster."

"We can hope." I chuckled.

Father sat across from me. It would've been weird and awkward of him to sit beside me. "Now, tell me, what happened with Potter?"

I still didn't want to tell him. I've been ranting to him about Potter for years. But, it hurt that I was done. "I'm done with him." I calmly spoke. "There's this new boy named Jacob. Probably a half-blood or something like that. He has blonde hair and I can't remember his eye color.-"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa," he cut in, "why are we suddenly done with Potter? Did he hurt you!?" Anger flashed through his eyes.

"No, no," I reassured him. "If anything, I hurt myself. It's just, I've grown too attached, you know? I only told him... I guess yesterday, that I was done with him. But, I don't think I'll be done with that boy."

"Draco, it's only been a day. Give it time. You'll get over him." The reassurance in his voice vanished. "Eventually." He muttered under his breath.

"But Dad, even a damn shirt reminded me of him. I know I shouldn't feel like this. That I should've already cut him out of my life, but...." I trailed off.

"-But?" The pale man encouraged me to continue speaking.

"I... I..." I paused, taking a deep breath, "I'm scared that it's already too late. I think my feelings have grown stronger than just a crush...."

"Oh..." A sad look reached his face, "you think you love him... Don't you?"

My response to him wasn't vocal. Instead, a nod.

"Oh, Draco. What are we going to do?" It was obvious that my father feared my feelings wouldn't be returned. He had all reason to think as such, I mean, what chance did I really have with Potter? Right, no chance.

"Nothing," I whispered, placing a fry into my mouth. "There's nothing we can do."