Draw The Line

A Step Back: Chapter 37

Draco and Harry had climbed the winding staircase till they reached their room, which was situated at the top of the stairs. Games had ended early as the eighth-year Quidditch team had their first match the next day and they all decided it'd be a good idea to get decent sleep the night before. They also stayed away from alcohol for the first time since the game nights had started.

Draco had gone over to his bed with a wide yawn and was fussing with his dresser. Harry watched him a moment before crossing over and sitting down on Draco's bed.

Draco looked up when he heard the creak of his bed.

"I wanted to talk," Harry said, looking over at Draco. Draco suddenly felt nervous as he went to sit next to Harry on the bed.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothings wrong, I just-" Harry paused a moment gathering his courage, "I wanted to ask you if you'd be my boyfriend? I know you wanted to date for a bit first, but it's been over two weeks now and we've gone on several..." Harry trailed off, realizing he was starting to ramble.

Draco sighed, and looked down at his hands, "I don't think we should..."

"Why?" Harry said; he had thought that it had been going very well between them.

"You deserve better than me," Draco started, and Harry was about to interrupt when Draco continued, "What would people think? The savior of the wizarding world, dating a Death Eater-"

"Former. You aren't anymore, and it wasn't your choice." Draco gave him a sad smile.

"I was a Death Eater, and will be one as long as this mark remains on my skin." Draco yanked his sleeve up, showing the dark ink that painted his skin. It was slightly faded now, but it was still there and Draco hated to look at it. He yanked his sleeve back down. "And my father too, he wouldn't be okay with me dating a guy, let alone you. He'd kill me."

Harry didn't know what to say so Draco plowed on.

"You need someone better than me."

"I don't care what others think. I like you, Draco. I don't want to date someone else."

"Right now you don't, but you'll find someone better. You're the chosen one, no one will be pleased when they find out you're fooling around with me: a Death Eater."

Harry was getting frustrated and angry, "Is that what you think this is? That I'm just fooling around with you?"

"Well what are you doing then? I find it hard to believe that you find much more than a snogging partner in me," Draco knew it was just his insecurities talking, but couldn't stop himself. He was scared, and when he was scared he ran so he was going to try his best to end this as soon as possible.

Harry was fuming now and shot back, "How could you ever think that?! Why would I go on dates with you and everything else if I only wanted to have someone to make out with!?"

Draco turned slightly pink, but recovered quickly, "You know what, I don't care what the reason was! I told you I can't do this, it won't work."

"It will! We can keep it quiet or-"

In a last ditch effort, Draco said the first thing that came to mind to get him to stop talking and to just end the whole thing, "I don't like you! I don't, alright? I don't want to date anymore!"

Harry stared at him a moment as the words sunk in, Harry could tell it was a lie by the way Draco's voice trembled slightly as he said it and by the look in his eyes. The words still stung though and Harry turned, grabbing up a cloak from the top drawer on his dresser - which he'd left open that morning - and started towards the door. "Fine. Whatever you want," he said as he disappeared around the door frame, leaving Draco still on the bed in the dorms feeling like his heart was just ripped from his chest.

It's your own fault, he told himself.

A/N: Sorry for the short update guys!

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