Mixed Messages (A Drarry Fanfic)

Hurt Me

(Harry)

Harry let out a yelp, and dropped Ginny, who had her legs wrapped around his waist. She fell to the floor with an "oof". Both of them were red in the face. It's not like they were actually going to.... do it in there, but it didn't make Draco walking in on them any less embarrassing.

    "What the bloody hell are you doing, Malfoy?!"
Harry snapped, reaching down to help his girlfriend up.
Draco's face was a sickly green color, but soon turned red with fury.
    "What was I doing? What was I doing?!? What were YOU doing with Weaseltte?!"

    "That," Harry growled, shoving his face in Draco's, "is none of your bloody business!"

Draco pushed Harry back roughly, and Harry felt a little awkward when he realized that Draco had just touched his bare chest. Draco obviously realized that too, for his face flamed like a fire.
    "It-I didn't want- it most certainly was my business!" Draco shouted, "but I wish it wasn't!"

At that moment Ginny let out a squeak.
    "Class is starting!" And without even looking back at her boyfriend, took off down the hallway.
Draco and Harry just stood there, in the doorway of the closet, breathing hard and just glaring.

    "What do you have to say to me, you prick!?" Draco snarled.
    "I don't need to say anything to you, Malfoy!" Harry shot back, covering his chest uncomfortably.
Draco narrowed his eyes.

    "If this ever happens again I'm going straight to the headmaster!" Draco said haughtily.

Harry rolled his eyes.
    "I don't give a damn what you think you can do. It's my life, and you don't scare me in any way."

And that's when the door exploded off its hinges. Draco had his wand out and was furiously blasting at Harry.

    "WhAt THe BlOodY HelL, MaLFoy?!"
Harry shrieked, diving out of the closet and into the hallway.
   "This is the thanks I get for saving your life?!"

Draco ignored him and shouted, "sectumsempra!"
Harry flung up his wand and sent "expelliarmus!" flying his way. It hit Draco square in the chest and he flew backwards before colliding with a wall.

At that moment, Professor McGonagll came rushing down the hall, holding her skirt with one hand, and sending red sparks in their direction with her other.
    "Enough! Potter, Malfoy, what are you doing?"

Harry was out of breath and holding his side, still shirtless.
    "I dunno. How about you ask this prat?" He spat, kicking at Draco, who just barely managed to roll out of the way.

He jumped to his feet, and when Harry met his eyes he was surprised to see betrayal in them.
    "You don't get it, do you, Saint Potter? You have hurt me so much. Everyday-" he cut himself off and turned on his heel, rushing down the hallway.

Harry saw what he wanted to hide. Tears. What in Merlins beard was going on? Professor McGonagall shouted at Draco, but he ignored her and disappeared behind a corner.

McGonagall turned a stern and disapproving eye to Harry.
    "I'll deal with Mr. Malfoy later. You, on the other hand, are going straight to Dumbledore's. I hope you'll be doing some explaining."

Then she grabbed his arm and dragged him to the entrance of the headmasters office. The statue of a golden eagle seemed even more imposing than last time. No matter what, Harry always seemed to visit Dumbledore's office way too many times.

    "Oh Potter?" McGonagall called, causing Harry to turn. She gave him a major stink eye and huffed.
    "You may want to put a shirt on."