The Potter Problem (Drarry)

Chapter 7

Harry was on his way to herbology with Ravenclaw, smiling to himself as he headed out to the greenhouse. He recalled the conversation he had with Hermione at breakfast this morning. She told him about what had happened with Draco the night before, and it made Harry rediculously happy that Draco and Hermione were now on relatively good terms. He had looked up at the blond to catch him already staring at Harry, turning away quickly and trying to hide his blush as he went back to his breakfast. Hermione had been relentless with the questions after that, desperately trying to figure out what was going on between the boys, but all Harry had said was that they were friends. Truthfully, Harry didn't know himself.

Herbology was uneventful, though Ron hadn't shown up. Hermione was worried, but Harry figured he had just not done his homework, again, and wanted to skip out on the lecture he would undoubtedly receive from Professor Sprout.

Hermione and Harry entered the large doors into the castle, Heading towards the staircases, when they heard shouting coming from a nearby corridor. They ran to the corridor, only to see Ron punching Draco square in the nose. Draco doubled over, falling to the floor, clutching his now bloody nose, as Ron went in for another hit.

"Stupify!" Ron was knocked backwards, landing roughly on the hard ground. Harry ran over to Draco, helping him to his feet. Draco smiled at him gratefully, before wincing in pain at his nose, blood in a constant stream down his chin.

"What the fuck, Harry!" Ron yelled, getting up from the ground as Hermione just stood back and watched.

"No, Ron. What the hell? Why the fuck were you beating up Draco?" Harry yelled back, blood boiling.

"He tried to talk to me! Get all mushy and apologize. He's going to hurt you, Harry! He's going to turn you over to Voldemort!" Ron screamed. Harry was shocked that he would even accuse Draco of something like that. "You didn't have to bloody stun me!" Ron said angrily, wiping dirt off his robes.

"Actually, I stupified you." Hermione jumped in, causing the three boys to turn to her in shock.

"Why?" Draco asked, surprise evident in his eyes.

"Because, Draco. You didn't do anything, and he was going to hurt you, badly. Also, I knew you wouldn't hit him back. He's Harry's friend and you wouldn't want to hurt Harry." She stated, looking at him with sympathy, before turning to Ron. "As for you, you need to apologize."

"I'm not bloody apologizing to him! Can't you see what he's doing, Hermione! He's tricking you!" Ron yelled. "Don't be stupid." He bit, an audible gasp coming from Draco and Harry. Ron instantly regretted the words, but it was too late. Hermione stalked up to him, slapping him across the cheek, before turning and storming off to Gryffindor tower. Ron glared after her, before snarling at Harry and Draco and following Hermione.

"Let's get you cleaned up."

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They were sat in their small bathroom, Draco on the toilet and Harry on a stool directly across from him. In fact, Harry was a bit too close for Draco's comfort, he had never been this close to the boy and his scent was intoxicating.

Harry had a wet towel in his hand, and was cleaning the blood from Draco's face.

Draco took a deep breath, before speaking.

"Harry... I would never... turn you in, to Voldemort." Draco whispered, sounding weaker than he had meant to.

"I know." Harry replied, and their eyes locked. They were so close, Draco could feel Harry's breath on his face, emerald eyes staring into his icy ones. Draco's breath picked up as Harry leaned closer, eyes still locked on Draco's, until their lips were almost touching. Harry blinked, before looking down and backing away. Draco's heart sank, and he had to try very hard to keep his disappointed from showing on his face.

Harry stood, rinsing out the bloody cloth before turning back to Draco and pulling out his wand.

"Okay, Draco." His voice was shaky, and he was hoping Draco wouldn't notice. "Ron broke your nose, so I'm going to have to realign it so it can heal properly. This will hurt a lot, do you think you can handle it?" Draco nodded, and Harry cast the spell, causing Draco to let out a little shriek of pain. Harry quickly cast another spell, and the swelling immediately went down, almost disappearing.

Draco stood, moving past Harry to look in the mirror above the sink. His face looked normal, and he turned back around to look at Harry in awe.

"How did you learn that?"

"Hermione." He answered sheepishly, avoiding Draco's eyes. It hurt, but Draco had to mask it. "You should probably get some rest so it can heal. I'll clean up in here." Draco nodded, before exiting the bathroom. He stopped at the door, turning back to Harry.

"Thank you." He said, before disappearing from sight. Harry let out a shaky breath, and turned to look at his reflection in the mirror.

His hair was a mess, as usual. He needed to shave, a bit of stubble lined his jaw. His eyes, green as ever, held something Harry had never seen before. There was an emotion growing in their depths, he could feel it. He swallowed the lump in his throat, finally admitting to himself something he had been dreading.

He was falling for Draco Malfoy.

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Draco had his head lying on his pillow, sadness seeping through him. Harry didn't want him, of course he didn't. How could he want the son of a Death Eater. He was disgusting, how could the chosen one ever want him. That's why Harry pulled away. He still hadn't come out of the bathroom, and Draco was beginning to worry. he knew it was silly, but what if Harry had fallen and hit his head? He quietly got up, and walked over to the door, silently cracking it open. Harry had both hands braced against the sink, his head hung. Draco was about to make sure he was okay, before he heard Harry muttering to himself.

"You twit. You can't like him." he whispered, his words filled with self hate,"He likes Parkinson anyways, you can't change that. He's straight, he wouldn't want you even if he was gay. Why would anyone want the damaged boy with no parents. He's straight. He's straight." He whispered. Draco's heart swelled, he knew Harry was talking about him.

Harry looked up at himself in the mirror, quickly spotting Draco behind him. He spun around, shock written all over his face. He stared at Draco, despair in his features as they softened, and he seemed to crumble. Draco strode over, slamming Harry against the wall. He winced, wide eyes scared as they met silver. Draco stared at him, just savoring his expression, the beauty of his green eyes up close, before smashing their lips together.

*A/N*
Ik, I'm evil. Cliff hanger ending, blah blah blah. Hey, the next chapter should be up soon. Also, thank you guys for over 500 reads and almost 40 votes!! Ot means so much. Ok, vote, comment, the whole shtick. Love you guys
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