Drunk In Love

CHAPTER TWO

Harry rushed into the common room, looking like he had just had another run-in with a troll. His normally messy hair had managed to become even messier, and his glasses were halfway off of his face. His usually bright green eyes were dark.

"Harry? What's the matter?" Hermione asked, being the first to notice Harry. Ron stood shortly after her and followed her over to where Harry was standing.

"Malfoy... Snape... partners..." He couldn't think straight.

"Harry... Harry! Just calm down and tell us everything." Hermione said as reassuringly as possible, though even she was concerned.

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Draco wasn't having nearly as tough a time as Harry. He was quite excited to be partners with him, actually. "Of course, no one would know that with what happened tonight," he thought. "Did famous Harry Potter blush because of me?" The thought brought a smile to his face, lasting only a second, though, as Pansy and Blaise had walked into the room.

"Hullo, Dray," Pansy purred as she walked over to Draco, sitting a little too close for his liking. He rolled his eyes and stood up, making his way into his room, the smile returning to his lips as he imagined Harry calling him that.

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After hearing what had happened earlier that evening, Ron and Hermione stood in shocked silence.

"Well? Tell it to me straight, I'm screwed aren't I?" He looked down, worrying about what the days would bring.

"Of course not, Har-"

"You're doomed, mate." Ron said in a defeated tone.

Hermione looked over at him with an icy glare, and he looked back with an innocent look. "What? He is..." was all he could say before Harry got up and went to bed.

Once he made it to his room and changed into his pajamas, he layed in his bed thinking. "Maybe it won't be too bad, I mean, what if he likes me? What if I'm hiding it for nothing...?" He thought as he drifted into an uneasy sleep.

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Draco was laying in his bed thinking about how much fun it will be making Potter embarrassed. "He's so cute when he's uncomfortable... wait, what? Did I just call Scarhead cute?" He shuddered at the thought, then started to drift off to sleep, a small smile sneaking its way back onto his lips.