It was the day before Halloween or, devil's eve and Draco had been doing some serious thinking.
He decided to listen to his mind, telling him how toxic he was and that Harry definitely wouldn't want to kiss him.
He couldn't be in a relationship anyways, his heart wasn't ready to be vulnerable after the war.
News had gone around that Draco was having a party and he had great pleasure when he heard people whispering about it.
"Malfoy?" Harry called in an innocent voice, the room silenced and heads turned towards Harry and him and Draco gave him a scornful look.
Harry's eyes flickered over to the doors and Draco nodded. He scooted his chair out and he stood up, he walked by staring people.
He looked at them and some shook their heads. He rolled his eyes and continued to the door.
He reached the doors and he opened it, turning the door handle that was surprisingly warm.
They met outside of the door and they stared at each other. Harry's emerald eyes looked innocent from the table but now they looked, lustful? Maybe it was just Draco's mind.
Harry reached down and grabbed Draco's hand, admiring how beautifully pale it was
"Potter, what do you want?" Draco asked, but he didn't yank his hand away, he simply watched it as it go more and more shaky.
"Can you come with me?" Harry asked, pulling Draco, fortunately he followed and Harry started running, air was rushing through Draco's hair.
After a couple minutes of thrilling running Harry skidded to a stop and pulled Draco into an empty classroom.
"What are we doing here?" Draco asked, although he felt alive after that run.
"I need to talk to you," Harry said, dropping Draco's hand. He walked over to the nearest desk and climbed onto it.
Draco walked over to him, Harry was now almost eye level with Draco, the desk was pretty low.
"What do you mean by talk?" Draco asked, admiring Harry without trying to make it obvious.
"About the library incident, why?" Harry asked, staring at Draco's hair, it was fluffy, which wasn't like him.
"I don't know," Draco said, shaking his head, he reached up with his right hand and placed it on Harry's cheek lightly.
Draco eyes drifted to Harry's lips and he could help but stare as his mind screamed for him to stop.
"Malfoy?" Harry asked in a trembling tone, Draco looked up into Harry's eyes and stroked his cheek.
Harry didn't know what to do, if he should resist or if he should just let whatever was happening, happen.
"I'm sorry for punching you, but you looked ravishing with the blood on your face," Draco said in a bland voice
"Really?" Harry asked, leaning into Draco's hand ever so slightly. "Definitely," he replied, in his normal taking a deep breath.
Draco leaned in and something mentally stopped him, thank goodness, something stopped him from messing everything up.
He dropped his hand from Harry's cheek and whispered, "goodbye Potter," before turning around and walking out the door.
He couldn't kiss him, it'd mess with his head, when he'd already made a decision. He wouldn't need to see Potter today anyways, he'd be safe.
The party.
Why him?
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Black Ink | Drarry
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