Drarry |Impossible Tasks. Chapter 2|
Draco Malfoy sighed into his porridge, trying his hardest not to look over towards the Gryffindor table. It had been a week since his “incident” with his green eyed enemy and he had not stopped thinking about him, which annoyed the crap out of him. What had happened between Harry and himself had been replaying itself over and over in his head and he found himself nigh after night, tossing and turning in frustration . He was completely confused, unsure of who he was, what he wanted . In fact, that wasn’t true. He wanted Harry, he just didn’t want to want him. The memory of his kisses still lingered on his lips, the feel of Harry’s body against his, warmed his skin.
He had spent hours locked away with Pansy Parkinson , trying to convince himself he was enjoying himself as the two of them explored each other’s bodies , but even after leaving Pansy, he still found himself laying in bed, thinking of Harry.
“Mr Malfoy” a soft voice said from behind him, bringing him back to the present . With a feeling of discomfort , he realised his daydreams had an effect on his body.
Reluctantly , he turned his head to meet the cold eyes of Professor Snape. A wave of hatred rushed through his body and his lip curled in contempt as he regarded what was once his favorite professor .
“Might I talk to you Mr Malfoy, for a moment?” Snape said.
“So, talk!” Malfoy replied loudly , causing several heads to turn their way.
“In private .” Snape hissed.
With a growl of frustration , Draco shoveled another spoon full of porridge in his mouth, the scalding food burning his mouth, distracting him from his thoughts of Harry. He pushed himself back from the table and stormed behind the Great Hall, Snape following behind, like a whisper .
“You might do well to remember , I am still your Professor , Draco. You should regard me in the correct manner .”
“Oh, I am sorry Professor !” Malfoy spat. “Perhaps I should bow down and kiss your shoes while I am in it. Why do you think I owe you anything, why do you think I should give you any respect when you show none to me, to my father!”
“My loyalties lie with the Dark Lord, as well as you know, I owe no one but him respect .”
“And I don’t have to listen to this.” Fumed Draco,standing in Snape’s face. He looked at him with a scowl, his eyes burning with hatred before turning away. Snape lunged forward and grabbed his arm and Draco pulled away
“No, just leave it!”
“Draco…” Snape implored. Draco waved him away and stormed in the direction of the study hall, for no particular reason other than it was away from Snape.
His anger was bubbling inside him, tears springing in his eyes. He put his hands to his face and screamed in frustration , his anger at the world, at his impossible task, at Snape and most of all at Harry, leaving him close to breaking point.
As Draco turned. the corner, he pulled up short. Harry Potter himself was storming in his direction, having not noticed him yet. Draco was unsure of himself , what should he do? But before he could decide , before any thought entered his head, Harry finally noticed him. Both boys stared at each other and then, in the same instant, they moved towards together
Draco wasn’t sure what was about to happen, but he couldn’t read Harry’s features . And what would Draco himself do? Shouldn’t he ignore him, confront him? Should he punch him or kiss him? Fuck.
The time for thought was gone. Nose to nose, the boys stood in a tense silence, trying to read each other’s expressions . There was electricity in the air, so much so that the hairs on Draco’s arm stood on their ends. Neither of them speaking . Draco couldn’t help the excitement that was coursing through his veins and he knew there would be no punches thrown between them.
No, if that was the case, it would have happened . They were waiting for a signal . Draco could feel it as sure as he could feel his heart beating and he smiled slightly at his thoughts .
“Where were you going Malfoy?” Harry asked huskily, his eyes taking in the features of Draco’s face .Draco felt himself shrug
“I don’t know, really . What about you?”
“I don’t know either .” Harry replied in barely more than a whisper . The silence hung over them again, and the tension was getting too much.
“Can we-” the boys chuckled self consciously and it seemed to break the tension . Harry took a deep breath, exhaling slowly , and then he spoke.
“Can we talk please? No fighting , or -mmm, anything .” He asked ,rubbing his neck in a nervous gesture. All at once, Draco felt nervous and scared and he couldn’t connect the two emotions, for why should he feel scared?
And yet…
Harry was going to say something that would change his life one way, or another and he couldn’tdecide what he wanted to hear, what he should be happy to hear.
They walked in a companiable silence,heading towards an empty classroom, Harry first and Draco couldn’t help but let his eyes drop , checking out Harry’s behind, then silently cursing himself as he did.
What was happening to him? Harry sat, pushed a desk to the wall, jumping up and leaning back, looking completely at ease.
Draco tentively sat beside him, waiting for him to start and giving him a gentle nudge when he didn’t .
“So, you wanted to talk ?”
“Yeah.” Harry said with a sigh. “It’s about the other day”
“The othe-“
“You know what I mean Draco, don’t play dumb”. Harry whispered .
“Right . Ummm, well… What about it?”
“I don’t know what happened . I don’t know why I kissed you back. I mean , I hate you Malfoy, and you hate me!” Harry exclaimed , his face puzzled .
Inside Malfoy felt hurt and he didn’t know why. Everything Harry had said, was the truth.
“Back to Malfoy now, am I?” he whispered huskily.
“I- No. No. Draco. I’m sorry.” Harry replied turning to look at him.
“Can I stop you there? Please?”
“Go ahead, I can’t get my words out anyway .” Harry said with a smile. It made Draco chuckle, and Harry’s green eyes softened .
“Look Harry, I don’t know why it happened either . I don’t know why I kissed you. I don’t know why you kissed me back. All I know is that it happened ! And, God help me, Harry I liked it! For once in a long time, I actually felt something other than anger. I know it’s crazy and I can’t believe I’m going to say this, but well, I haven’t stopped thinking about it!” Draco admited reluctantly . He could feel himself blushing and looked away, cursing himself for even saying anything . The silence between them, became prominent until Draco felt it pushing down at him, making his breathing difficult . He was thinking about just leaving , he felt humiliated but just before he could move , he heard a whisper from Harry.
“Yeah, me too.”
Draco’s head whipped round to face him, watching the blush spreading all over his cheeks.
“So, what now?” He asked, inching closer.
“I don’t know.” Harry replied , moving closer himself.
Their breathing became heavier as they looked at each other, excitement crackling between them.
