His Damn Grey Eyes - A Drarry Story

Chapter Five

Harry's brain had completely stopped working.

Malfoy just fucking kissed him. Lips on lips. Malfoy's lips on his lips.

He wanted to stop Malfoy before he ran out, but the impact of his actions left Harry immobile and frigid. His breathing was way out of control. To be honest, Harry thought Malfoy was going to punch him, which he would've much rather preferred. How the fuck was he going to explain any of this to Ginny? Malfoy wasn't even gay.

Harry plonked himself down on a table so he could get his bearings. His lips were still tingling from the touch, which he didn't know if that was a good sign or not. His nose also hurt, because the Slytherin had attached himself to him at such force that he dug Harry's glasses into his face, which wasn't the most comfortable way to wear them. His legs felt like jelly, and not in a good way. He was in utter shock at what had just happened. The way Malfoy just threatened him and ran away didn't help either, he needed some sort of explanation.

He pushed himself back onto his feet and exited the classroom he was in. Suddenly, he didn't feel like flying. He felt too distracted and disgusted that if he started flying there was a strong possibility that he would fall off. He was just going to go back to Ron and Hermione, what he had just been through then couldn't be any worse than what he might walk into now.

Almost zombie-like, Harry made his way up each moving staircase and down each corridor until the reached the Fat Lady. He uttered the password quietly as she granted him entrance into the common room, which was packed with students just chatting. In the corner of the room, he saw Hermione and Ron sat on a chair with a blanket over them, looking as loved up as ever. Harry couldn't tell them what had just happened. For a start, they probably wouldn't even believe him, and he wasn't sure Ron would be able to keep his fists to himself once he informed him.

As Hermione laughed at something Ron had said, her eyes latched onto Harry's stationary state at the entrance of the room. She waved at him, letting him know that they were over there, and Harry joined them.

'Where's Ginny?' Ron asked as Harry took a seat on the floor in front of them.

'Errr somewhere with Dean,' Harry said quietly.

Hermione's expression changed into one of concern as Ron started babbling. 'Dean? Oh don't tell me thats starting again. I never heard the end of it last time. Argument after argument. Honestly I was sick-'

'Harry what's wrong?' Hermione silenced Ron's endless chatter.

Harry, suddenly realising how weird he was being, forced a smile on his face and relaxed. 'Nothing why?'

'You look like you've just had the shock of your life.'

She wasn't wrong.

'There's nothing wrong. Just... err... remembering the Care Of Magical Creatures homework I haven't started yet.'

'Harry that's due tomorrow!' Hermione yelled, throwing the blanket her and Ron were under in distress. 'You have to do 4 whole sides of parchment.'

'It's Hagrid, I can get away with it,' Harry lied.

He'd done the homework days ago. He never liked disappointing Hagrid, so he always made sure he was doing his best for him.

'Harry Potter, you should not think like that!' Hermione scolded him, slapping him upside the head with her palm. 'That is a toxic mindset.'

'Hermione if it stresses you so much, I will go and start it now. You can check it for me once I've done though.'

Hermione nodded with thin lips. 'Don't write utter rubbish. I know what you're like.'