Not Your Average Slytherin

Chapter 11

Harry picked at his breakfast. He couldn't sleep at all the night before, and now he'd lost his appetite. Stupid Draco.
"Harry, if you don't eat, you're going to feel weak during the game." Hermione said, a concerned look on her face.
Ron nodded in agreement, mouth full. "Yeah, then how will we beat the Slytherins? Don't you want to win?" Hermione shot Ron a glare due to his poor manners. Ron didn't seem to care.
Harry didn't even notice. "I'm fine, just not hungry." He said, which was only partly a lie.
Hermione and Ron exchanged a look before getting back into their typical back and forth, this time about how disgusting Ron's eating habits were. This let Harry tune them out. His eyes wandered across the hall to the Slytherin table. Draco wasn't there. He checked multiple times but he didn't see Draco at all. Was his appetite lost as well?
He went through his typical routine, looking for the blonde male every chance he got  but there was nothing. He wondered where he'd gone. Or why he cared. Draco hurt his feelings. He shouldn't be worried about him. But he was. It wasn't until the match actually started that he'd see Draco. Draco looked good as he always did but he didn't so much as acknowledge that Harry existed.
The shock and disappointment of this threw Harry off his game completely. Which was how he landed himself in the infirmary. Apparently falling off of his broom mid-game didn't help Gryffindor win because when he woke up, Ron told him all about their brutal defeat. How Slytherin wouldn't ever let this go.
Harry felt bad. Of course he did. He wanted to win, but he'd gotten distracted by a stupid boy. A stupid hot boy. And now they'd lost. It was a silent shame he didn't want to admit to. He wished he could just blame Draco but he knew Draco hadn't forced Harry to be off of his game. Harry messed it up all by himself.
Ron was in the middle of describing their loss when a voice interrupted him.
"You guy's absolutely sucked out there." Draco said, a stupid grin on his face.
Ron shot him a glare and got up to argue (and maybe fight) with him but Hermione stopped him. "Ron, lets go." She said, glancing at Harry. A silent conversation danced between them as Hermione seemed to get the situation way better than Ron did.
Ron tried to fight her but he was already being dragged out. With the door closed, Draco sat beside Harry, his eyes full of concern.
"You feeling okay, Potter?" He asked.
Confused by this sudden care, Harry just nodded. What else was there to do? "My heads killing me and I broke my glasses for the billionth time but besides that, I'm totally okay." He said quietly. Draco fixed his glasses with a quick spell and that was that.
There was an awkward silence for a second while Draco struggled to come up with something to say. Anything to say.
"I'm not ashamed of you." He blurted.
"What?"
"You asked me if I was ashamed of you yesterday.," Draco said, furrowing his brow. "I'm not. That's not why I've been so distant, I mean."
   Harry sat up. "Draco-"
  "No, I mean.. I haven't been..," he sighed. This was clearly hard for him. "I'm sorry. I was a dick and I.. you didn't deserve that, even if you did annoy me."
   Harry was quiet for a minute and Draco just waited. Slowly a grin grew on his face. "You're the worst at apologies." He said.
   "Hey, give me a break! I don't have to apologise most of the time!," he said, though Draco was now smiling too. "Harry, I've never liked someone as much as I like you. It's.. scary. I don't want to mess everything up."
   "I know how you feel. I'm sorry for trying to force you into coming out. That was selfish of me." His hand moved to Draco's and he gave it a squeeze.
  Draco leaned down and kissed his hand. Everything was okay now, it seemed. Draco didn't seem to want to be distant and weird anymore and, even though he hadn't gotten an explanation, Harry was fine with that. His head was pounding and he wasn't sure he'd even remember the reasoning. Besides, he was just happy that Draco wasn't with him in the infirmary to tell him that their relationship was a poor decision and that it should stop. He could still get kisses. Which was a win in his book.
"Harry, you guys really did suck out there. What the hell happened?" He said, causing them both to laugh.
   This was what Harry liked about being with Draco. Moments like this felt so easy. He wasn't forcing anything, he wasn't worried about messing up. It was just normal. And normal wasn't something Harry ever really experienced. He was glad he had Draco.
"I don't know, I was unconscious for most of the game, remember?" He said, pointing at his head which was wrapped making his already messy hair even worse. Madame Pomfrey promised Harry she'd healed him but his head still hurt like all hell, though he was used to getting hurt at this point.
"You should really stop getting hurt.," Draco said, leaning back in his chair. "Everyone's gonna think I'm abusing you."