Not Your Average Slytherin

Chapter 4

  Harry had been acting weird all day. Okay, maybe not weird, but off. Draco tried repeatedly to get his attention but Harry either ignored it or sent him a murderous look. Harry really couldn't help it. He was upset. Maybe not with Draco but with himself. And he was confused.
   Maybe he just wasn't sure how to act around Draco after that. Whenever he saw the blonde, he thought of that kiss. Which was definitely not a good sign. He thought maybe as the day progressed, he'd forget. That didn't happen though.
   Harry just kept his head down and tried to focus on his work. After all, the OWLS were coming up. But his mind kept wandering.
   Harry had never even looked at boys before. Okay, well, maybe one boy but he figured that was it. Now he was having these dreams and that really wasn't helping. Well, okay it was one dream. But it really had him riled up. He wasn't into Draco. No, dreams like that happen. Other people probably dream about kissing their friends and it's definitely nothing. So why was Harry so upset?
After classes, Harry made his way to the library and it seemed someone followed him. He made his way to a quiet corner and began to get his books out when a certain Malfoy appeared. 
    "Potter, you okay?," He asked. He looked genuinely worried but, Before Harry could reply, he spoke again. "And dont lie. I'm not that stupid. Something is clearly wrong. And since Voldemort isn't coming back, what is it?" He asked.
    Harry sighed. Draco was the last person he needed to see in this crisis. Or even talk to. "I'm fine. Just didn't sleep well." Hey, at least that wasn't a lie. Or at least, it wasn't a complete lie.
   Draco didn't seem convinced though. "Oh yeah? Is that why you're avoiding me like the plague?" He teased, sitting across from Harry.
   Harry didn't seem to find it as funny. He didn't know what to say to Draco. Could they even have just a normal conversation? Harry thought they could but when he looked up, all he could look at were Draco's lips. Were they as soft as he'd dreamed? Did that matter?
Harry moved his eyes back to his book. "I'm sorry, I thought our friendship was being kept on the down low." He muttered.
"Well, yeah but.. you won't even look my way." Draco said, raising a brow. It seemed his playful mood had vanished. "Are you avoiding me?"
Harry sighed. "Look, I'm trying to study."
"And I'm trying to be a good friend.," Draco said, a little louder than he'd intended. "Harry, you won't even look at me. What the bloody hell is happening?" He asked, this time lowering his voice.  
    Harry couldn't answer, of course. What was he supposed to say? 'Why, actually I had a dream last night in which you and I kissed and I actually liked it'. That was not something he would ever say to Draco. No. He closed his eyes before finally looking up at Draco.
   "Draco, why do you bloody care?" Maybe it was the genuine malice and hatred in his voice but Draco backed down after that. The tough blonde looked.. genuinely upset. Broken. He got up and turned away.
   "Who said I did?" He muttered before vanishing.
Harry didn't get a chance to apologise, though he wasn't sure he wanted to. He couldn't study after that. His mind was on Malfoy. He knew he genuinely cared, he did. And Harry had no reason to be a jerk to him. He'd tried to justify it but Draco had been a friend recently. And Harry was the one who messed that up, not Draco. He sighed and decided he couldn't study. Especially not on an empty stomach.
But dinner wasn't the same either. When he went into the dining hall, he couldn't help but notice that Draco was nowhere to be seen. Harry sat by his friends and began to eat, trying to ignore the worry. Had he really upset Draco?
Ron grinned. "Did you hear about Malloy?"
"Of course, who didn't?" Hermione said as she put her book down. A terribly rare occasion. Harry looked up.
"What?" He said. "What happened?"
"He snapped.," Hermione said and Ron laughed with disbelief. "Some of the Slytherins say he was screaming about some Gryffindor."
Well, Shit. Harry knew this was his fault.
"Guys, I have to-"
"Harry, Malfoy deserved whatever upset him. He's a prat, don't forget that." Ron said as he bit into his turkey leg. The boy could always eat.
Harry nodded a bit. "Right." He said quietly. But he didn't, and that was the worst part. Knowing that Draco didn't actually deserve what he'd done. And it didn't seem so bad but.. Draco looked genuinely upset. And it was clear something had upset him.
But what could Harry do to fix it?