Apple of My Eye || Drarry

Chapter Three: Confessions

That evening, Draco skipped dinner, unable to look at Potter after what had happened in potions today.

His stomach growling angrily, he headed down to the dungeons, murmuring the password and slipping inside the Slytherin common room.

He headed up towards his dormitory, only bothering to kick off one shoe before slumping on the bed. He groaned, and covered his eyes with his hand, pinching the bridge of his nose. He heard a soft knock at the door.

"Draco?" A feminine voice asked—Pansy.

"I'm worried about you, are you alright?"

"Yes, I'm fine Pansy. Leave me alone."

He heard a humph and a second later the door was open, Pansy storming inside.

"What is WRONG with you?!" She shouted. "I haven't heard a single word from you since potions! And then you just don't come to dinner? You're a spaghetti noodle as it is! You're going to starve!"

He chuckled. "Im FINE Pansy. I just needed some time to think." 𝐴𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝐻𝐴𝑅𝑅𝑌... 𝐻𝑖𝑠 𝑏𝑟𝑖𝑙𝑙𝑖𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑔𝑟𝑒𝑒𝑛 𝑒𝑦𝑒𝑠, ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑡𝑜𝑢𝑠𝑙𝑒𝑑 ℎ𝑎𝑖𝑟--

"Snap OUT of it!" Yelled Pansy. She took a deep breath, and sat down on the bed. "Draco, please tell me what it is. I'm worried! Can we just talk it out? Please Draco?" She made sad puppy dog eyes and an exaggerated pouted lip.

He rolled his eyes at her. "Fine." He said, but didn't continue.

Pansy got this goofy grin on her face and prodded, "Is it a giirrlll!?" She poked him in the side and giggled.

He shot her a yeah-sure-it's-a-girl-Pansy-have-you-even-met-me look and rolled his eyes again.

"Ohh! A guy!" She exclaimed.

He didn't respond but the blush and small smile told Pansy what she needed to know.

"Who is it! Do I know him? Spill Draco the suspense is killing me!" She said, turning on to her stomach and facing Draco, her legs doing the stereotypical gossip-girl swing, her chin resting on her fists.

He laughed. He sighed. He looked up into those eyes, those kind eyes, those eyes filled with actual interest and excitement, the eyes of a girl who had stayed friends with him through everything. He broke down.

"It's Potter, Pansy! I can't stand it, his stupidly perfect glasses, his annoying unruly hair that I just want to run my hands through, everything! And then on top of all that, I smelled him Amortentia today! Ugh Pansy, you know what that means!" He looked down and ran his hands through his hair, groaning.

"Oh Draco, you've fallen for him. Hard." She said, a playful smile tugging at her lips.

He scowled at her, and went back to looking at his knees.

She gave him a giant, giddy grin and said, "Well go for it! Did you happen to see what he what he smelled in the potion? That way we'll know how to attract him... or who to eliminate." She said, a huge mischievous grin consuming her features.

"I couldn't see." Draco said. "He blushed when we made eye contact after we smelled it, but I don't know what that means exactly, maybe there's someone—"

Pansy shrieked. "Aaahhh!!! Draco! He smelled YOU! He likes you back!!!"

"You think so?" Draco asked sheepishly, not daring to hope.

"Definitely."

He smiled stupidly, but then looked concerned again.

Seeing his expression, she said, "Well go get him! I'll be your wing-woman, two steps behind you, here if you need me."