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After Malfoy left I just sat in the baths for a while going over and processing what just happened. I fuckin' kissed Malfoy!
To be honest I don't know what came over me. I just wanted to tease Malfoy a bit. But when he looked up at me with that look… something just came over me. I've never seen Malfoy make that expression before. It was very- well… cute. And the touch of his skin was so soft, and bloody hell his lips-
Oh God, what am I thinking? It's bloody Malfoy for fucks sake! But my mind couldn't stop replaying what happened over and over again. I don't hate the ferret, but that doesn't mean I wanna snog him. I've never even thought of snogging blokes before.
Shit, he must hate me. Not that he didn't previously, but what I did must have freaked him out because what I did sure as hell freaked me out. Oh God, what if he's straight? Oh fuck, and I just kissed him without thinking. Fuck.
I hurriedly sprinted out of the bath. Not sure what I'm going to say but I have to make it right somehow. But when I went out to look for him, he wasn't there. Of course, he wasn't.
While I was out I got changed. I was determined to ask him tomorrow. I have to talk with him.
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Why is it that the times I least need him I would always run into him but the moment I need him he suddenly becomes 10x harder to?
When I entered the great hall for breakfast, Malfoy couldn't even look at me. Though I kept staring hoping for him to notice so we could talk. When that didn't work I decided, fuck it I'm going over there myself. But when I got up from my seat, Malfoy got up from his and made his hasty escape for the door.
Ok, so Malfoy is definitely avoiding me. I sat back down, no need to make a scene now Harry. This is a private ordeal; there is no need for the school to start spreading rumors… Oh fuck it, I don't give a shit. As I was about to move to follow him. Ron yanked my robe back down. "What are you doing mate? The war is over, Malfoy is just Malfoy, relax."
"How did you know I was-"
"Going to Malfoy? Harry, God it's 6th year all over again, It is so painstakingly obvious that you've been staring him down since he sat," Ron said with an unimpressed look on his face.
"What do you mean by that?" I furrowed my eyebrows at him.
Hermione sighed "If you think it's something serious you can talk to us, Harry."
Harry sat back down with a sigh. Whatever, I'm going to see him in potions today anyways. I'll just have to be sure to actually have a conversation with the prat.
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I rushed down the hallway, determined to get to potions first with the hope of talking to Malfoy before class. God, I don't think I've ever been in such a hurry to get to potions before. But as I sat and waited for Draco to come to class he came right when class started. Which is weird considering he's almost always early. Then again he is avoiding me.
It doesn't matter either way because we are potion partners and it's kind of hard to participate when you ignore your partner.
As Slughorn was going on about our potion we would be working on today all I could do was just stare at Malfoys side profile. He was being fidgety.
"Oh for Merlin's sake Potter, could you stop staring at me?" Malfoy whispered in an annoyed tone.
"Malfoy, I need to talk with you-"
"Mr. Malfoy and Mr. Potter, do you have a question?" We both shook our heads, "Well then you may begin,"
Malfoy handed me a knife while he dealt with the cauldron whilst still ignoring me. Though I was persistent, and wouldn't give up that easily! "Common' Malfoy, can we please just talk?"
"Potter-"
"Malfoy please I just-"
"Oh my God Potter, CAN YOU JUST SHUT UP!"
Then boom. The whole room was quiet and it was then covered with green slime. Our cauldron had exploded and we were covered in the nasty substance.
Slughorn just stared at us with a look one can only describe as if someone kicked his puppy "20 points from Gryffindor and Slytherin" the class groaned, "and you two will clean this mess up after class,"
If there was a competition for who looked the most distraught in the class, it would be Malfoy hands down. And though I should be in the same boat, I only saw it as an opportunity to finally talk to him alone.
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After class ended, Slughorn lectured us about teamwork and having to clean the classroom, blah blah. All of it was white noise to me.
Now the classroom is empty and it's just me and Malfoy now, bloody finally.
Malfoy walks over to the other side of the classroom to get started. Still obviously trying to avoid me. "Are you going to help clean? Or are you just going to stare holes in my head?" My stare doesn't waver.
I want him to look at me. "I don't know, can you look me in the eyes and finally talk to me?" He glared at me and continued to put up the leftover ingredients. "Bloody hell Malfoy, just talk to me please!"
Malfoy turned to look at me and stared at me for just a moment, as if he was debating saying something, then turned away quickly with a sigh, "What's there to talk about Potter?"
I walk up next to him, "Wha- what's there to talk about?! What's there to talk about is, well… What happened yesterday! And what's happening right now!" God this feels ridiculous, how long does he think he can tiptoe his way around this?
Well, I may as well get to the main point while we are still alone, "Look Malfoy, I just wanted to say I'm sorry about yesterday… I just-... I shouldn't have kissed you last night," my face heats up from the memory and the embarrassment and now I suddenly can't look at Malfoy. Another thing I realized is that now that I'm talking to Malfoy, I have no idea what the fuck I'm doing. "I should've asked, but- I don't know, when I just saw your face I-" I looked up to see Malfoy looking at me with intrigue. I couldn't help but pause and just look at him for a moment. Goddammit, bloody hell, why is the git being cute?!
"Yes, go on," Malfoy prompted.
"Uuh and the main point is that I'm sorry."
"WHA-no no no Potter, you can't just move past that. What were you going to say?" Malfoy smirks and leans into me.
This arsehole is messing with me! I then glared at him and turned around to do some cleaning, "Never mind Malfoy," I grumbled.
There was a long and awkward pause. Then Malfoy spoke up, "I forgive you, Potter."
I looked over at Malfoy, and I couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief, then I looked directly at Malfoy,"Oh hey, you're finally looking at me!" I say with a grin.
Malfoy scoffs, "Really? Was the absence of my beautiful gaze all you worried about?" Malfoy said arrogantly in, I think, a sarcastic manner.
I tilted my head back and laughed, then with a roll of my eyes I replied with, "Yeah Malfoy, I've been worried all day and night just to get a glimpse of those beautiful silver eyes," and just to add a tad bit of theatrics, I put my hand on my heart.
Then Malfoy giggled, fuck. "Come off it Potter, we still have a ton of work to do,"
I turned back around to resume cleaning up the potions table with the biggest grin. I never knew Malfoy of all people could be good company, it kind of makes me curious to find out more I don't know about him.
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It honestly felt too fast. I wish I could just stay in Slughorn's classroom with Malfoy just a bit longer. Damn, that's weird to admit. But the civil conversations I had with him made me crave more. He may not be such a prick as I previously thought he was.
As soon as I knew it it was already time for dinner in the dining hall. I sat down with Hermione and Ron, and the first thing I'm greeted with is Ron's mournful expression, "I'm sorry you had to stay in potions with that slimy git, mate," he says as if it was my funeral.
I rolled my eyes and chuckled, "Oh it wasn't that bad Ron," though despite my words he still patted me on the shoulder as if congratulating me for being such a brave soul. "Seriously, it wasn't that bad."
"Yeah, sure it wasn't," Ron shook his head.
Hermione rolled her eyes at Ron then directed her attention at me, "So what were you and Malfoy fighting about this time anyways?"
Well shit, I can't exactly tell them. Well, I guess I can though, but at what cost? "Oh, well you know, the usual. Malfoys acting like a git and I'm just fed up with it," I quickly came up with a half-assed lie.
Hermione did not buy it at all, "Really, because it didn't sound like-"
I quickly interrupted her in the hopes of distracting her, "Oh, Hermione! Did I tell you Ron did dreadful on his History of Magic quiz?" Hermione noticed the subject change but changed her attention towards Ron with raised eyebrows. Ron elbowed me in the ribs and gave me a look that one could only describe as betrayal.
"Bloody hell," Ron sighed as he waited for Hermione to rage on him for his grades and how he should study harder for his final year.
As they were bickering my attention was preoccupied with the other side of the room where a certain Slytherin sat. I tried to not make it obvious, but I couldn't help but glance at Malfoy. Damn how embarrassing.
Sometimes our eyes would meet from across the room, not for long, but just for a moment. I'm not sure how to describe it when our eyes would meet, it just felt different from our usual.
"Hey, Harry" my attention was temporarily taken away when I looked up to see that Ginny was standing behind Ron greeting me. Oh.
"Oh, hey Gin, how are you?"
"Mmm, I'm fine Harry, you?"
I politely smiled, "I'm fine thank you." Ginny then turned to Ron for something.
Ever since this summer, it has been weird. Since the war, we've kind of been distant, despite our close relationship with Ron, with this wedge between us we thought it best to just break it off.
Now that the daily awkward polite greeting was over, resumed eating dinner while sparing Malfoy
With a sigh she then asked, "Ron, is it happening again?"
"Sadly, yes. He's gone bloody mad again just obsessing over Malfoy. "
I turned my head sharply and glared at Ron.
"Whatever" I mumbled. Though I knew Ron just called me out, I just couldn't help it and took one last glance at the Slytherin table but couldn't find the silver head. Mmm must have finished dinner early then along with the rest of his henchmen.
Well, this looks like it will be an interesting year.