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“Hangman”

Draco/Harry

“Hey Malfoy!” said Harry upon spaying Draco, going into potions class.

“What Potter.” He sneers, “What’s so important that you would dare approach me?”

He indicated to Crabbe and Goyle that they should go ahead.

Harry turn to ‘Mione and Ron “You guys go ahead, I be there in a few seconds”

“O.k. Harry but hurry you know how Snape is.”

He nodded his head to let her now that he heard and then turn back to Draco.

“Well Malfoy, I was wondering if you would like to play a game.” He looked at the slytherin, and waited for his reaction not getting none he ask him “Are you scare Malfoy” Harry mocked.

“No Potter, I am not afraid. You are on! What is this game of yours about?” stupid Potter

“Its call, hangman” he said, and saw him hesitate

“What man?” Draco said carefully, that is it, Potter has lost his mind.

“Its call hangman…what you do is ...” and proceeded to explain the rules of the game.

Brows lifted sardonically. “Potter, you’re implying that I play a muggle game with you”

“Yes that is what I’m implying” Harry looked at him, taking in the cool composure of his features with a lift of his own brows.

Draco lean his weight against the wall he looked across at Harry and said, “I’m accustomed to play first in everything, Potter”

Not arguing with that “That’s fine, I wait for you at 8’oclock in the rooms of requirements” and walk off, not giving him anytime to reply.

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“Potter, are you here,” Draco called out.

“Yes over here” following the voice, he came upon a table, were Harry was currently getting everything ready for the game or trying more like it, as he could not open the ink bottle.

“Give it to me,” he said, with a hint of brusqueness. Taking it away and opening it.

“Thanks” he paused, studying him and said, “are you ready?”

“Yes Potter, I’m ready” sitting down, he picked up the quill and proceeded to get ready, finishing he said “Potter, this word is used everywhere by everyone and is an eight letter word” with his quill poise over the parchment, he looked up at Potter and waited.

“Oh right then…” tapping his finger on his chin, he said “I got it, A, you never go wrong with that one” looking at the paper to see if he got it right he notice the head. “Well I guess that’s not always right, my second vowel is, E,” and on went the game.

After another five minutes with no results, he said, “Potter, do you give up?” he put in with indolent humour. “Or do you rather be hang”

His eyes sparked with resentful resignation. “A fact you no doubt soon remedied”

“Of course” he responded in an amused drawl. “if you don’t get the next letter right”

“Yes I give up” he sighed, grimacing before looking up again. “Now let me see it, what was the famous word” taking the parchment away from Draco, he could not do nothing else but stare at the words. I love you, Harry

“Harry?” he said his name softly.

“Yes” he looked up, and for the first time ever the mask was gone, stripped from him by an emotion so intense that his every doubt vanished.

“I need to go,” he choked. “I didn’t mean to give way like this. I’ll be all right once I get away from here.”

“I don’t think so.” He paused; Draco was gazing at him with hope faintly dawning in his heart, searching his features as if seeing them for the fist time.

“What are you trying to say, Harry?” Draco whispered.

“I love you, Draco” he murmured as his mouth closed over his, his actions proving more than mere words could ever convey…