Born to sin

Chapter Four

Draco's p.o.v

It'd be a lie if I said that Harry Potter isn't cute.
Right now I'm watching him clean out gross cauldrons and getting muck all up his arms but somehow he's still adorable as hell. I want to help him but Professer Snape would be even harder on him.

*two hours later*

I wait for Harry at the door and we walk up to the great hall together before going to our tables. Blaise sees me and Harry walking together and comes up to me, frowning.

"what was that?"

"um I think me and Potter are cool now."

I smile.
Blaise glares at Potter.

"since when are you and that dick 'cool'??"

"I knocked him over and apologised."

"you apologised to Harry fucking Potter?! The one you hated more than anyone only last year?? Holy shit Dray are you sick?"

I just laugh and push him away before piling up my plate with food, deciding today was a pasta kind of day.
Pansy won't leave me alone, even trying to sit in my lap but I snap at her and shove her away. She looks real hurt but I don't care.

" y'know, Parkinson there's this thing called personal space and you keep invading mine so back off!"

All through dinner I keep looking over to the Griffindor table, trying to see Harry. Blaise notices and raises an eyebrow at me but I just lob a mint humbug at him.
After dinner we make our way down to our domitory and get ready for bed.

" hey Draco?"

Blaise speaks from in the bathroom as he brushes his teeth.

"yeah mate?"

"are you gay?"

His question catches me off guard and I manage to smash my head on the side of my bed in surprise.

"no I'm not ."

"you sure? You never talk about girls and you've never had a girlfriend despite how many you have to choose from."

"I'm not fucking queer, alright? Just drop it."

He looks angry as he raises his hands defensivly before getting into his bed and pulling the curtains on his four poster bed closed, blocking him from view.
I go and sit on my bed, glaring at the floor as I think about my feelings. Maybe Blaise's right. Maybe I am gay. What if I have a crush on Harry?
I frown again and stand up, not feeling the slightest bit tired so I decide to go and sit by the fireplace in the common room.
I sit in a comfy armchair by the fire, basking in the heat and light its giving off. I'm holding a book but I don't attempt to read it as I somehow drift off.

*morning*

I wake up as sunlight streams through an open window, birds calling to each other in the dense trees of the forbidden forest. Standing up groggily, I check the time. It's half past nine so I didn't sleep too late. I quickly get changed into muggle clothes and go up to the Great Hall where a few students are studying. Saturdays are always pretty quiet with the Hogsmead visits and such. Of course I got up too late to go today but that doesn't bother me. I head over to the library to do some research for our history essay about Wanda the weird. Pretty boring stuff to be honest. I look up as someone sits down next to me. It's Harry. I smile warmly at him as he lays out a bunch of books. It seems as though he hasn't been keeping up with the homework recently then.