Is this love? [Drarry]

Chapter 5

Draco's POV

Harry was just opposite me, sitting crisscross by the head of him bed, me, by the foot. We were facing each other, but looking down at textbooks and parchment. We did say we were going to do homework, but I couldn't focus.

My gaze found his feet. Then slowly, followed up his leg, to his hand, up his arm, back down his torso, up the other arm, to his neck, and finally, I gazed at the boys face, hopelessly in love with every feature. He did things to me. Things I couldn't even describe. He didn't even need to say a word and I was head over heals.

I wanted nothing more than to scoot closer to Harry. I want to close the textbook he is so focused on reading. I would lift his chin gently, tell him he's beautiful, and plant my lips on his soft ones. I could feel it. The passion, the love. Years of rivalry released in one kiss.

"Dray? Draco, are you alright? Can you hear me? Hello?"

I was snapped out of my daydream by a hand waving across my face. Shit. I was staring, wasn't I. I shook my head as to gather my wits.

"Yeah. Sorry, what?" I asked, almost as confused as Harry must've been.

"Nothing. You were just spaced out."

I nodded, returning my gaze to the textbook in my lap, and began to read, but not before stealing one last glance of the man in front of me.

Only minutes pass, and I can't get the thought of snogging Harry out of my head. How it must feel. I couldn't handle it anymore, it was becoming too much. I might just try to fulfill my desires if I stayed alone with him for too much longer. I closed my book. "I'm sorry, but I have to go. I forgot I have.... plans?"

Harry looked up at me as I was standing. "What plans?"

"Wouldn't you like to know?" A smirk formed on my lips before I walked out of our shared bedroom, closing the door as I exited.

The truth was, I didn't have any actual plans. Just the plan to get away from Harry. I obviously couldn't just sit in the common room, I shouldn't walk the halls, it was getting late. But I needed to go somewhere.

I made it to the large sitting area of the eighth year "hangout," as people were beginning to call it, quite pleased to find only Hermione was out here, her nose stuffed in a book.

She looked up at the sound of my footsteps. "Hello, Draco." She smiled. She was actually particularly kind, somehow to me as well. Even after everything I've done to her.

"Hey, Hermione. What are you reading?" I tried to strike up conversation.

"Oh just some old book about ancient curses. What are you up to?" She placed the book on the oak side table and patted the spot next to her on the couch.

"Interesting. And I would sit, but I should actually be on my way. But thank you," I smiled in return, walking to the large door on the north wall.

"To any place in particular?" She stood.

"Not really. I just need an escape. I need to clear my mind."

"Do you want to talk about it? I know a place we could go."

I thought about it for a second. I actually would really love to talk about it. But with Hermione? Would she be weirded out by my secret love for her best friend and my ex-enemy? Maybe, but reluctantly, I agreed. "Actually that sounds quite nice, if you wouldn't mind."

"Of course not! Anything for a friend." She led me out the door and we began walking down the long hallways to who knows where.

...

"Oh, Merlin! I'm such a git! I'm so sorry we can leave." Hermione apologized relentlessly.

"No, no it's okay." Without thinking, I assume, her place to go was the Astronomy Tower. I hadn't been up here since the whole not killing Dumbledore incident.

"Come on. We can find somewhere else." She said, turning around to leave.

But before she did, I opened the large door and stepped into the small stairway. She hesitated, but followed.

"I truly am sorry, I wasn't thinking. We can go somewhere else if you'd like."

"No. This is perfect. I need to get over my past anyways. It's actually surprisingly peaceful up here."

"That's why I like it." She said with a gentle smile.

"Oh no." I announced as a realization came to mind. "You haven't been snogging Weasle up here have you?" I pretended to be disgusted, when in reality I envied their relationship. I wanted one just like theirs.

"Maybe once or twice," she joked, a small laugh emerging from her body.

I laughed as well.

"So what did you want to talk about?" She queried, sitting down against the wall and pulling me down with her.

I adjusted so that I was facing her. "Well. It's kind of a lot."

"I'm prepared."

"Okay. So I guess I should begin with this. I think I'm gay." I flinched, waiting for a response.

"No way!" She sounded more happy than disgusted or anything, so that was a good sign at least. "Do go on."

"There's this boy." I leaned my head into the wall imagining Harry. "He's amazing, and perfect, and all I want to do it start snogging him at any time of the day, no matter where we are. So I'm sure you can imagine the issues that come along with that factor. But I'm also so worried that I am going to do something incredibly stupid and regret it with my whole being. We've just gotten close, and I don't think I could go on if I lost him. Not to mention that he doesn't even like me back, I don't even think he likes men at all, but I can't stop thinking about him. About his hair, his eyes, his lips, his hands, his arms, his... maybe I shouldn't go there but you get the point. I just have a terrible crush on someone who would never like me back."

Hermione let out a small chuckle. "May I ask who this mystery boy is?"

"Can you keep a secret?" I asked cautiously.

She nodded.

"It's Harry."