Sinners //Drarry Fan-Fiction//

Chapter 2

' Why is he just staring at his arm?'

Harry thought. Malfoy was just... staring at it. The boy moved his head just so, attempting to see what shocked the other so much.

He could see as much as writing, but knew what it was.

Harry instantly felt pity for whoevers name was inked onto his skin.

P.

That was all he could make out. He rolled his eyes when he realized who's name ended with a P.

Parkinson.

It had to be her, they were almost inseparable, it made sense. Besides, he couldn't think of another last name that started with a P, at least, no one at his school-

Potter. his last name. But no, it could not. He refused to be the soul mate of that horrible snake.

" P-Potter?" the voice next to him whispered.

Harry snapped his head to the blonde next to him, who in that moment looked like his biggest fear was right in front of him. He quickly pulled his sleeve down, and hid it under the table. He averted his eyes to the ground, mumbling, " Pick a potion."

It took a minute for him to understand what he said.

" I... I... uh... "

Suddenly, the sent of Malfoy grew stronger, overwhelming him. Harry watched as the blonde grew a confused expression, to one he had never seen on him.

He couldn't even tell what emotion it was.

All he could hear as he rushed out the door was Malfoy yelling at him for not picking a potion.

Like that mattered when the whole freaking room smelled of that wrenched brat.

Harry was deep in thought of why the room suddenly smelled like that, what that damned expression Malfoy was wearing was, and why am I thinking so much of him-

" POTTER I SWEAR TO MERLIN GET BACK HERE OR SO HELP ME."

Harry halted and turned, startled. It was none other than him, marching toward him.

As he approached, he drew out his wand, Harry doing the same.

" I am not about to fail potions because you walked out of the room because of a damn potion. Might I add, one that wasn't even ours."

" Why... why do you care? Can't you just do it yourself? You would prefer it, better than working with ' The-Boy-Who-Lived.'"

To the surprise of the raven-haired boy, Malfoy did not know what to say.

" Well? Go back to that stupid class, I could care less that Snape is going to rip my head off. "

The other boy took a breathe, putting his arm with his wand down, hanging his head.

" I care."

Harry flung back. Did Malfoy, the one who wouldn't mind it if I offed myself right this second, say he cared if I died?