Demortia

Chapter2: Love Philter?

Harry whistled admiringly as he entered the apartment. It consisted of a small living room and two bedrooms both leading to a bathroom. The living room was in beige tones and had a large bay window overlooking the Quidditch pitch. Harry was blown away by this extraordinary sight, even Draco was amazed. In the center of the living room were two sofas in ecru fabric, separated by a soft carpet as white as the snow that made you want to lie on it. The living room also had a large fireplace but no fire was snoring inside today.

Harry walked to the bay window and opened it wide to bring fresh air into the room. He inhaled a long time and went out on the balcony. He closed his eyes and began to think of his situation. Really, it had been a shock to see himself older and in love with Draco Malfoy, moreover. Especially since he found this Malfoy particularly beautiful and attractive. Why did he think that too? He was still not gay? Yes, he would know it anyway if he was gay. It was still him the main concerned! And what about Malfoy's behavior? Harry did not know what to think of sudden blushes that often took blond ... He had swallowed a potion that made him blush all the time or what? He was annoyed not to understand what was happening to the blonde. Why was Hermione never there when we needed her? He kicked furiously into the railing of the balcony. Why did Malfoy have to throw that damn stone on that potion?

- Well, Potter, what did you do that poor railing? a trailing voice quipped behind him.

Harry turned abruptly and glared at the blonde as a throbbing pain lodged in his foot.

- What do you want me Malfoy? You can not stay in a corner of this fucking apartment and stop breaking my feet right? It's all your fault if you find yourself stuck in an impossible future! Make yourself forget a little!

Draco's face closed, hurt. He reformed very quickly a hateful and contemptuous expression and swayed in a nonchalant but dry tone:

- Fuck you Potter! I had just told you that I let you choose your room. Now, go show yourself!

He turned and walked out of the balcony with a furious step. Before entering the room completely, he stopped and tossed at Harry without turning around:

- It does not make me more than happy to meet you here, with you, Potter. On the contrary !

Draco closed the bay door behind him, leaving Harry awkward and stunned on the balcony. But why did that stupid Slytherin react oddly too? He did not understand anything anymore. Harry thought he had to clear it up with the blonde. He hurried into the apartment, limping slightly, and entered the first room that came to him. No one. The room was beautiful. She was in blue tones. Initially, it seemed cold but it had the merit of being still quite relaxing. Harry thought it fit perfectly with Malfoy's character, although he did not know why he had that thought. He left the room and decided to go see in the second room. He crossed the living room and approached the door. He rested his hand on the handle but hesitated before entering. After all, the blonde had made him understand that he did not want to talk to him. His Gryffindorian character prevailed and he lowered the handle by pushing the door. The room was identical to the other except that it was in yellow tones. She was much warmer. Why did Malfoy choose this room? Hearing the door open, he had turned around. He was lying on the bed, his head buried in the pillow, his arms glued along his body.

- What do you want Potter? Draco asked wearily.

Harry felt stupid all of a sudden. Why had he come already? He did not know what he meant anymore. The questioning look of the blonde did not help him to gather his thoughts either.

- Uh ... I just wanted to apologize for speaking badly to you earlier, said Harry in a small voice.

Draco raised a sarcastic eyebrow.