You've Got Mail ➶drarry [COMPLETE]

Chapter 5

"I'll catch up with you." Harry muttered to Hermione, rounding the corner and slipping into the bathroom. He urged his mind to stop spinning as he frowned at himself in the mirror.

Lightning-shaped scar. Stupid, messy hair. Eye bags. Nothing special. But he felt... different. He felt exposed, as if he were still naked with Draco's eyes gawking at him. Harry cringed. Oh no, how was he supposed to face Draco after what had happened?

He hastily readjusted the bag on his shoulder and left the bathroom, speeding through the corridor. The last thing he wanted was to be late to Potions.

While he walked, he kept replaying the conversation in his mind.

He shouldn't have told them; Ron appeared shocked, maybe even disgusted--and Harry hadn't even told him about the subject of last night's dream. There was no doubt that he would figure it out soon.

Come to think of it, Hermione likely already knew and was using the idea to fuel her boyxboy fanfiction fantasies.

Harry was certain that his day couldn't get any worse. He was proven wrong, however, the second he stepped into Potions.

Harry's usual seat had been taken by a pair of Gryffindor students, and Ron was seated on the opposite side of the room, beside Hermione.

She made eye contact with Harry and mouthed SORRY with a sympathetic shrug that said "this wasn't my choice."

"Potter!" Harry's head snapped up. Professor Snape was beckoning to him from the front of the room.

"Sir?" Harry replied nervously. He made his way to Snape's desk. Harry glanced at the clock. To his relief, he wasn't late, but Snape often had his own unique interpretation of the rules.

But Snape wasn't concerned about Harry's punctuality. No, this was far more embarrassing.

"This letter is for you, I believe?"

Snape uncurled his fingers, dropping a tiny piece of parchment in his hand. The front unmistakably read "Harry" in big black letters. A response!

Harry's eyes widened in horror. Why now, of all times? He snatched the letter and shoved it in his pocket, trying to control the redness of his face. He muttered a thank you and started towards the back of the room.

"Potter," Snape drawled. "Don't let me find your mail laying around again."

Harry nodded stiffly, forcing his legs to guide him to the back of the room. He hoped that Snape hadn't opened the letter. He would rather the entire student body of the Slytherin house read it than Professor Snape.

Thoughts of the letter completely left his mind, however, when he was faced with finding a new seat.

The only open seat was next to no one other than Draco Malfoy. Of course.

Draco wouldn't mention what happened last night, would he? The kiss? Or there was also the awkward bathroom encounter. Jeez, there were so many topics to avoid.

Trying to ignore Draco's smug grin, Harry set down his books and sat.

He watched out of the corner of his eye as Draco stared at him. It was like a game. Who would look away first?

Leave me alone, Harry willed silently, butterflies in his stomach. He couldn't help but feel his heart sink in disappointment when Draco turned his attention towards the front of the room.

"Now that we're all...settled," Snape began. "Turn to page 394."

There was a restless sound of flipping pages followed by dull groans from the students.