Baby's dont do potions ( Drarry )

Chapter 11 -

Author: its been months.. ... ... .... .  .... .... ..... ... .... ..AHHHHH

Soooooooooooo ... i might need  writing buddy to help me keep on track

Third Person P.O.V

The thought of sleeping was foreign to Draco,  his worries and thoughts were devouring him all       night.

Tossing and turning every few seconds trying to find physical comfort. But there was no use. Sleep is something Draco wouldn't get for a while, especially with everything that's going on around him and Harry. 

Its always something with Harry, Since first year till now. It was all about Harry. His Harry.

He's thoughts weren't bad at all. That's not the reason he is uncomfortable. They were.. better then good. They made him feel this weird sensation in his chest and stomach. Whenever he looked at little baby harry, his heart began to flutter? Is that what it is? 

It made him feel vulnerable. 

What was it called when his heart fluttered and there were butterflies in his stomach making him feel uneasy around him? why was it him and why did Harry make him feel his way? Why did this make him feel weak?

Harry's body was enticing. The way his chest would rise and fall in between the breaths he took during potions, as he struggled. The way his hair seemed even more messy during quitich. His green eyes that glistened in the sunlight or how they seemed to engulf everything in sight. The way his legs looked in skinny jeans, The way his arms looked in a tight shirt. His jawline looked like it could actually cut something.

This wasn't supposed to happen. 

Draco shook his head, to remind himself that this, these thoughts were wrong. They would be the death of him.

With thoughts filled by the raven haired boy, he leaped out of bed, and into the common living space. It being the early morning nobody was up, anywhere. This is perfect for Draco.

Draco grabs his sweater and walks out the door and into the hallway, his head empty of any emotion. Though his brain was bombarded with thought of Harry. Draco bites his bottom lip as he walks towards the Gryffindor tower. The Lady in the painting wasn't present, probably asleep. 

With the little hope Draco had, he softly knocked on the door twice. Stepping back when hearing a soft, but loud thud. 

Seconds later a tuft of bright brown hair poked out from behind the painting, accompanied by wide eyes and a soft smile.

"Come in Malfoy, you must be freezing out there in the corridors!" Hermione waved her hand signalling for the blond to come inside. Once inside Hermione sat down on a couch near the seemingly never dying fireplace. Draco followed suit and sat down across the couch from her. 

"So what's a person like you doing roaming around after hours?" Silence followed along side Draco's deep breaths and sighs. 

"You've known Harry ever since first year like the weasel right?" Hermione nodded in response, noting the idiotic question. The whole school knows they are the Golden Trio. 

"Malfoy get to the point, I have classes first thing in the bloody morning". The subtle tapping of shoes and finger tapping against a table can be heard across the common room and Hermione didn't have much patience left at this hour.