Mixed Messages (A Drarry Fanfic)

A Warm Feeling

(Draco)

Life officially sucked. Like, he knew that before, but now it was official. Draco had that feeling in the pit of his stomach, that feeling that he got every time he thought of the dark lords' mission for him. He felt sick and worthless. Hopeless. He couldn't do anything to change the situation. But this was just a silly crush, not a serious situation. It felt the same, though.

Draco leaned his head on his desk and stared across the room at Harry, who was whispering in Ginny's ear. Any other day, he would've made a snide remark, but now he simply traced a swirly pattern onto his desk with his finger. He wasn't the only one being a little creepy, though.

Raven's furious eyes bored into the back of Draco's neck, causing him to shift uncomfortably. He accidentally made eye contact with her, and instantly regretted it. The look of cold venom in her eyes made him want to hide. She was gripping her quill so tightly that she ended up breaking it. Draco attempted to look aloof, and flash a charming smile her way, but it came out more as a wimpy grimace. He turned back to Harry. He'd never gone this long without snapping at him.

    "Mr. Malfoy!" Professor Flitwick shrieked, snapping Draco out of his daze. The poor teacher was red in the face and was glaring pointedly at him.
    "Am I boring you? Because if I am I can always send you to see the headmaster. I'm sure you will find what he had to say very interesting."

Draco rolled his eyes and pretended to yawn.   
    "So sorry, I was asleep. Would you care repeating that?"
Professor Flitwick raised his wand, and Draco flinched, expecting the worst. His father would hear about this. Instead, he only sent a piece of chalk flying at him.
    "Now then. Back to the lesson."
But Draco didn't even hear. He just continued staring at the boy he loved.

Lunch was by far the worst time of day for Draco. Raven sat at the opposite end of the table, pointing and gossiping about Draco to everyone she could. She never failed to throw a few death glares his way.

Crabbe and Goyle were still stupidly star struck, fawning over Raven like there was no tomorrow. No doubt, if it came down to it, they'd choose Raven over him. Draco clenched his hands into fists. The only person who sat semi-close to him was Pansy, and she was reading a book.

All Draco could do was stare at the Gryffindor table, at one boy in particular. Was he snogging Ginny?! He was!! Draco felt sick to his stomach, and pushed his food away. He stood and promptly left the Great Hall.

    "Might as well do something in the Slytherin common room," Draco decided.
When he got there, however, he soon realized that it was boring. No one was there, and he certainly couldn't play chess alone. He groaned and leaned his forehead against a wall. He wasn't sure how much more he could take if this, being nice. It was such a... warm feeling. Draco didn't like it.

He glanced at his watch.
    "Only 15 minutes before Herbology starts," Draco muttered, "might as well get there early"

Draco had almost gotten to Herbology when he heard something from the closet. His pulse quickened. He was head boy, he could do things. But why was he scared?? He flung the door open, preparing to expose the person inside, when he felt his heart stop.

Harry was there with his shirt off.

And so was Ginny.