MULTIPLE TIME SKIPS HERE LMAO
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"It's funny you say that," Draco said dryly, "You said it yourself, You said, and I quote; 'I Should've left you in that fire.' "

A flash of regret sparked in Harry's eyes, but Draco ignored it, and continued to stare up into Harry's eyes.

"I didn't meant it..." Harry mumbled, dropping his eyes on the floor.

"Really? It seemed to me that you meant it. Every word." Draco stood up, facing Harry, "But it's true. You should've. All I've ever been to you was a twat. I've never given you a reason to even help me from that fire. But you did anyway, Because you're Harry fucking Potter. The boy who cares too much."

"Draco," Harry took a deep breath, closing his eyes, "I really, honestly, didn't mean it."

"Yeah, and how am I supossed to believe that? With your words only?" Draco questioned, crossing his arms. Draco was so close to him, all Harry could smell was Draco's cologne, which smelt of spruce wood.
"Is there any proof whatsoever that you don-"
Draco's sentence was shortened by a pair of lips meeting his own, but they left as soon as they came, and so did the boy who kissed him.

Draco's heart was pounding against his chest, he felt as though it were going to beat out of it, and all he could hear was his pulse.

He stood there in shock for three whole minutes, his fingers brushing against his lips, only one questioned ringing in his head, was that real?

*

Harry has been doing his best to ignore any existance of Draco. It did only happen last night, but he stuck close with his friends.

I guess the roles have reversed, he thought to himself.

"Harry, what the hell is wrong?" Hermione hissed in his ear.

"Yeah, mate, you've been acting off." Ron stated, looking over at Harry.

Harry shrugged, "just not feeling well. I didn't get a good sleep last night."

"Yeah, I know," Ron said, "I woke up at midnight, and you weren't in your bed, or even in the common room. Where the bloody hell were you?"

"...Library..." he mumbled, "Hey, I'll catch up with you two after. I'll meet you in class," he told them, as they turned to the door to the dining hall.

"What? Harry, you need to eat breakfast. It's the most important meal of the day," Hermione mumbled.

"Yes, I know, but I have something important to do." He lied, quickly scurrying off.

The truth was, he couldnt stand even the scent of food. Everything that has happened in just a day has been making his insides churn, and just the thought of food nearly made him vomit. And plus, Draco was probably in there- something he really didn't want to face.

He made his way to Hagrids hut, eager to distract himself from anything, knowing he'd be late for potions either way.

*

As soon as Harry stepped foot in the potions classroom, it smelt strongly of what he knew to be Draco's cologne.

Furrowing his brows, he stepped over to his two friends, who were brewing a type of potion, "why does it smell like Draco's cologne?" He mumbled in Hermione's ear, in which she immediately began to have a coughing fit, to what Harry guess she was choking on....air?

"What did you just say?" Hermione questioned after her little fit.

"I said; 'why does it smell liks Draco's Cologne.' "

Hermione's face turned red, "Harry James Potter, you better tell me that you're kidding. You are, right?"

"No?"

Hermione closed her eyes, "Harry," she whispered, " we're brewing the Amortentia potion."

Harry's heart skipped what seemed to be three beats, "shit." He whispered, "you can't tell Ron-"

"Tell Ron what?" Ron said from his side.

"Nothing!"

"Tell me." Ron frowned, before wiggling his brows, "is it a girl?"

"No, Hermione and I were discussing your birthday present." Harry lied, keeping a straight face.

"Birthday present?" Ron raised a brow, "my birthday isn't for a few months."

"Yeah," Harry stuttered, "But you know how Hermione is... she likes to be organized."

Ron paused before smirking, "alright. continue on, then." He smiled while turning back to his potion.

Hermione grabbed Harry's shoulder, turning him to face her once more, "Are you and Malfoy dating?" She hissed, "and since when do you call him 'Draco?!'"

Harry let out a breath he was holding in, "listen, we aren't dating. I dont know why I smell his cologne, maybe I just like the scent in general. I dont know." He replied, turning his body so he was facing the potion infront of him.

Hermione gave him a questioning look, crossing her arms, "alright. Then why do you keep sneaking off at night?" She asked, "off to see Malfoy? Because I know for certain you arent going to the Library."

"No," Harry lied, "we aren't seeing eachother, okay? I'm sneaking out because I'm stressed about everything. I don't want to talk about it. Just, believe me, okay? I promise, Malfoy and I aren't dating."

She narrowed her eyes at Harry, "fine. But why does he keep staring at you?" She asked, flickering her gaze towards the other end of the room, meeting eyes with Draco.

Harry turned his head, looking over his shoulder,  "I don't know." He sighed, turning to his potion once more, "Usually it's glares. He's probably glaring at me."

Hermione crossed her arms once more, "Harry, if anything is wrong you need to tell me." She said softly. "I'm worried for you."

"Yes, mother." Harry agreed sarcastically, as he began adding the ingrediants to his potion.

*

"I thought you wouldn't come tonight." Draco commented, as he heard Harry's sharp breaths, which was the effect running up the stairs had on the poor boy.

Harry calmed himself, "of course, I'm supposed to be the pants tonight, aren't I?"

Draco smirked, flicked his wand once more, having the same track as yesterday come on quietly, and stuck his wand back into its place.

Harry bowed slightly, putting his hand out, "May I have this dance?" He smirked.

"My, Potter. Such a charm." Draco teased, taking his hand.

Harry pulled them close, and put his opposite hand on Draco's waist.

After a few minutes of awkward silence, Draco broke it, no longer being able to contain his curiosity.

"Why?" He bluttered.

Harry raised a brow, "you're going to have to be more specific. "

"Just... why?" Draco repeated, "...why are you agreeing to dancing with me?"

"Because we both need practice?" Harry said, as though it were obvious.

"Then..." Draco paused; looking into Harry's eyes, "why did you kiss me?"

Harry's cheeks flushed, "I... it was a mistake..."

Draco's heart sank, and he almost felt disappointed.

But what did he expect? He knew Harry wasnt gay. He suspected it, yes, but rumours were rumours. Anyone would say anything to get attention.

He quickly pulled himself together, putting his mask back on, his eyes clouding over once more.

"No, nono." Harry stopped dancing, pulling apart from Draco, "stop doing that."

"Doing what?" Draco asked flatly.

"Stop putting on that stupid mask and clouding up your stupid eyes." Harry hissed, "stop hiding your emotions from me."

Draco rolled his eyes, scoffing, "Does it matter if I hid them or not?" He asked, "You wouldn't care if I was sad- or anything else- either way. You're my enemy, Potter. You hate me. Always have... from year one." Draco spat.

It hurt him so, so much to say, let alone face, the truth.
And Harry picked up on the fact Draco said "you hate me" instead of "we hate eachother-" and it pained him to think about it... because that means all the shit Harry has done to Draco, was done on his own account... because Draco never really hated Harry. He just pretended.

"No one cares. Everyone notices when I've done bad. Everyone notices when I've been mean. Everyone notices all the bad things I've said, and done. No one notices how much I'm really hurting. So why start? They dont care. You dont care. Not even I care. Stop acting like you do, Potter. You hate me. We get it, you're the golden boy. You try and help everyone. But I'm past being helped. I'm better off being alone anyway." Draco ranted, not realizing there was no fresh tears streaming his cheeks.

He didn't notice his mask had fallen off.
He didn't notice his eyes were unclouded.
He didnt notice he was now vulnerable.

And he most certainly didnt notice how much hurt Harry was seeing in those silver eyes if his.

"Mal....Draco..." Harry whispered, not knowing what to do.

It seemed like every time they were alone together, one of them ended up breaking down.

For Harry, it was usually with anger.
And for Draco, it was, oddly enough, with sadness.

"I'm tired of this...feeling." Draco mumbled, silent tears still streaming his face.

"What feeling?" Harry asked soflty.

Draco bowed his head in his hands, his body shaking.

He tried to maintain himself, tried to fix his posture, tried to wipe away the tears, but they just kept falling.

Harry sighed, wrapping his arms around Draco, allowing him to cry into his chest.

And... it almost felt right.

This is the second time he's ever hugged him, and each time sent a field of butterflies to his stomach... and he hated it.
Hated it with a passion.

But... he couldn't stop it.
And something told him he wouldn't try.

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Why do I always show how weak I am to you? Why do I always break down when I'm near you?

Why do I feel so... vulnerable.

I can't fall inlove.

Malfoy's don't love.

Malfoys don't care.

Malfoys don't feel.

Then why am I feeling all of these... mixed emotions towards you?

Hate.
Lust.
Pity.

Love.