'I had just walked into him, I couldn't believe that I just did that, and I kept on walking like it was nothing. Merlin, I bet he hates me now. Wait, what am I saying, it was just a brief collision, nothing too bad to worry about.' Harry thought frantically as he sped walked down the corridors of the castle. He was still confused and didn't know how to feel. 'Gods, I wonder what he wants to say to me, that he doesn't want to speak to me ever again? I just can't take this anymore.'
Harry was still quickly pacing the halls when he turned a corner and bumped into Ron.
"Oh! I'm sorry 'bout that, Ron. I- I just didn't know where I was going, sorry." Harry blurted out as he helped Ron up from the ground.
Ron just sighed and picked up his books, he turned back to Harry and smiled, "No problem mate, I reckon you're nervous about tonight?"
Harry raised a brow and swallowed. "How did you know about tonight? Did Hermione tell you?" Harry asked.
"Of course she did, you know, we're not all friends for nothing." Ron said and patted Harry on the back.
Harry smiled; he was glad that Ron was okay with everything, he hated fighting with him, it made him feel like another part of him was missing because Ron was his best mate, and he didn't want to ever lose that.
Ron shivered and crossed his arms over his chest. "C'mon, let's head back to the common room, it's freezing out here."
Harry nodded and they started to walk down the corridors, Harry tried his best to not think about the upcoming night, he was nervous as it is, he didn't want to spend his time worrying about how Draco feels about him.
Ron turned to look at Harry, "So... why were you in such a rush?" he asked casually.
Harry sighed and softly scowled; he couldn't get away from this subject. "I had accidentally bumped into Draco... but I panicked and just ran off. I don't think that was a very good impression." Harry said as he ran his fingers through his black hair.
Ron almost laughed, but he held it in; if he laughed then that wouldn't be very decent of him. So he just gave Harry a look of sympathy and kept walking. "At least you didn't hurt him." Ron tried to lighten up the mood, which eventually worked and got Harry smiling.
"Yeah..." Harry muttered and looked to the ground.
That night at supper, Harry was beyond depressed and tensed. He could literally feel Draco's eyes on him, and it was beginning to get very unnerving. Harry would sometimes glance at Draco, but would turn away quickly to avoid his icy stare.
"Are you okay, Harry? You've looked tensed all day." Hermione asked Harry from across the table, she looked very worried.
Harry nodded and took a bit of his dinner roll. "I'm fine... just a little nervous, that's all." he tried to shake the subject off, but it just didn't work.
"What do you think he's going to say to you?" Ron asked curiously.
Harry shrugged, he clearly looked very depressed. "I don't know... that he hates me?"
Hermione scoffed, "Oh come on Harry! He's been staring at you since the beginning of dinner, and it's not the kind of stare that's bad thing. It looks like he's admiring you or something. I don't know, Harry, I think he fancies you." Hermione said and smiled brightly.
Harry smiled a little bit and sat up straight, he turned around quickly again to glance at Draco, and found that he was looking at him; not with an angry look, but with a soft one. Harry smiled at Draco, only to have Draco slightly blush and turn away briskly.
Harry turned back around and looked at Hermione. "... Maybe he does. I'm not sure." Harry furrowed his eyebrows. "Egh, I'm not sure what to think anymore."
Ron patted Harry on the back, "Don't worry, mate, I'm sure everything will work out fine."
"Thanks Ron," Harry replied. "Hey... you know, Ron, Pansy's been looking at you throughout dinner too." Harry teased and playfully pushed him.
Ron glanced at the Slytherin table and saw Pansy smiling at him. He turned back around and blushed, "Oh sod off, Harry!" he said and pushed him back.
9:00 was coming faster than Harry had hoped, it was already 8:25 and he was more nervous than ever. Hermione said that he should keep Draco waiting, that he shouldn't seem too eager about it. Harry agreed and said that he would start walking to the Astronomy Tower at exactly 9:00, that should give him some time. Harry had planned to walk extremely slowly; he was too depressed to think about anything else but him. Draco.
Hermione said that she would wait with him until 9:00 came; she said that maybe it would ease him to talk to someone. Harry didn't think that was a very good idea, but he let her keep him company. She tried to keep his mind off of things by talking about Transfiguration and some new spells she had learned a while back, but nothing seemed to keep Harry's mind off of Draco. Everything that Hermione had said never made its way to his brain, he couldn't concentrate.
Harry looked at the clock and grumbled, he just couldn't take this waiting any longer, it was killing him and he just wanted to get it over and done with, but time was playing him and each minute that went by seemed like an eternity.
Back in the dungeons, Draco was pacing his dormitories for about 20 minutes. He didn't know what he was going to say to Harry, but he just needed to get it through to him that he didn't hate Harry. Draco almost threw a tantrum when he stumbled over his words countless times, he had never been in more a mess than now, and no one was even around.
"You see, Harry, I- I don't really hate you..." Draco stuttered, trying to find the right words to say to Harry, but he shook his head and kept on thinking. "No, that doesn't sound right," Draco said as he tried different ways to get his feelings out.
"Harry, I, err, didn't think you would come. I j-just wanted... argh!" Draco grew even more frustrated when he looked at his gold watch, it was five to nine and he only had a few minutes to run up to the Astronomy Tower.
Draco sighed and walked over to his wardrobe and pulled out his wardrobe. 'This is good... he'll find me irresistible.' Draco thought to himself as he got dressed. Draco smiled and practically ran out of the Slytherin dungeons.
Draco got to the Astronomy Tower at 9:05, it was a very hard task to make it there in ten minutes because it was so far away from the dungeons, but he had made it there anyways. Once he got to the tower, he still had no idea what he was going to say to Harry, and he bet that Harry was very nervous about even coming to meet him.
Draco began pacing back and forth again, just like what he had done in his dormitories. He let out a breath and tried to keep calm, 'Harry should be here soon... Gods, I don't know what to do.' Draco thought.
He walked over to the wide open windows and stared out at the night sky, looking up at the stars and moon made him feel a little more at ease. That is until he heard walking coming up the staircase of the tower. Draco began to panic again and he bit his lip to keep from blurting something out that he didn't want to say.
The door open, and Draco froze, he was still facing the window and he didn't know if it was Harry or not.
"Come a little late then, Potter? I should have expected it." Draco drawled, but immediately regretted it.
Harry was indeed behind him, and he winced at Draco's amused tone. He walked forward, his Gryffindor bravery finally peeking through.
Harry was now right behind him, and Draco could feel Harry's breath on the nape of his neck. Draco's breath hitched and he closed his eyes.
Draco spun around and came face to face with Harry, Harry's green eyes sparkling, making Draco's knees feel weak.
"So, what did you want to tell me, Malfoy?" Harry spat back, hurting a little inside.
Draco felt a pang of sadness when he heard Harry hiss his surname, although he usually called him that, now it was different because he knew that Harry felt the same, and yet it still seemed as though Harry loathed him.
Draco froze up again, "Oh, well, I... err, um. I-I just wanted to say," Draco stuttered.
Harry raised his brows amazed that Malfoy was tripping over his words. "Well? Get on with it then." Harry urged.
Draco was panicking, he hadn't been this nervous ever before, and now it hit him like a brick to the head. Draco tried to say something, but nothing would come out; so he did the only thing he felt like doing, and the only thing he could do. Draco moved in and pressed his lips to Harry's, not forcefully but softly. Harry hesitated, his eyes wide, but he relaxed and closed his eyes. Draco's tongue traced Harry's bottom lip, asking for entrance, and Harry obliged. Their tongues moved together smoothly and soon after, both began battling for dominance.
Harry's arms had made their way to Draco's waist, while Draco wrapped his arms around Harry's neck. Harry pushed Draco up against the wall and kissed him more passionately. Draco moaned quietly and the kiss broke, both of them gasping for air.
"So, I guess that answers what I told you." Harry whispered into Draco's ear.
Draco smiled and nodded, he licked Harry's earlobe and kissed his cheek. "Yes, it does. I've wanted to do that since first year." Draco panted.
"Well then everything that happened between us was a lie?" Harry asked, now looking into Draco's silvery eyes.
"Well... I guess, since I've only pretended to hate you." laughed Draco as he stroked the other boy's hair out of his face.
Harry just smiled and
laid his head on his shoulder, Draco's arms now around Harry's
Author's Note: Well, there's chapter 8, I hope you all liked it, and now I think that's a bit more improved than my other chapters... which I think were complete crap, but I had a laugh anyways. So, I intend to finish this story, just as long as I still get lovely reviews. Thanks!