Chapter 2
>I groan and say "maths" she mocks my previous action and as the ring bells, draco unwraps his arm from me and I turn, standing up as we start our way to mathematics.
20 minutes into the lesson, groaning I say "pythagoras theorem is diabolical it doesn't make sense !"
Draco from in front of me turns and chuckled at me "well it would help if you studied"
"Oh ha-ha I have a social life so it doesn't cross my mind" slumping into my chair .
He straightens and tells me with a smug expression " and by social life do you mean calling your friends for a few hours a day watching Disney?"
"Shut up, yes." I whisper harshly. Screw him for knowing me too well.
2 hours later..
It's the end of dinner and we basically just spent it with Ron and hermione talking about a bit of everything. Walking up the *extremely* narrow stairs towards geography, I was zoned out looking around, not thinking about anything just staring. I feel draco wrap his arm around my shoulders stroking my arm in a comforting motion. Leaning back into his shoulder, we turn into the classroom and he lefts go of me while we get our books and sit in our seats. Thankfully, we are next to eachother so I don't worry about being with people I'm uncomfortable with. Plus, we have fun, do out work like, but we have a good time the whole hour.
Today it's coasts and rivers were learning and it makes no sense. I barely slept last night because mum was out late again so I felt tired half way through, I knew draco didn't care therefore I rested my head onto his shoulder with a sigh. We sit at the back corner and the teacher knows we do our work so he doesn't bat an eye.
He is showing us a 10 minute video of something to do with rivers so draco moves his hand and gently scratches my head.
Draco pov:
I know signs of when harry hasn't had the best night at home, he becomes more clingy and tired throughout the day. In times like this, I try to be the best friend he needs and I don't mind when he needs comfort because I enjoy it just as much as him, it makes me know someone is there and it's too bothered by my presence. One that hints for it.
We're sat here in geography and he layed his head on my shoulders breathing in and out whilst watching the video our teacher put on for us all to study. Before I know it, schools over and we both walk out of the building ready to go home. He took my hand and held in his own as we make our way home and because he's tired I walked him home just so I know nothing happened to him. Though I trust it wouldn't, it was just to make sure .
"Bye, see you tomorrow?" I turn and ask him.
Sleepily, he says while squeezing my hand "yeah, I'll see you tomorrow"
With that, he walks in the house and I turn the other way to walk home.
That Saturday...
Harry pov
: I invited all my friends to my house where we play a vital of video games then just sit in a circle on my floor just talking after a game of truth or dare. I'm sat in between draco and hermione my legs criss crossed. My legs begin to ache causing me to wince and stretch them. My body turns and scoots closer to draco as he slowly grabs my legs to lay over his allowing me to sigh in contentment by not only being able to stretch them, but also because I feel my muscles relaxing under his touch.
Draco pov:
His legs have been still in the same position for the past 20 minutes and he winces making me acknowledge they are aching. Therefore I gently take his ankles and lay them over my lap, stroking my fingertips up and down his leg softening his tense muscles.
After around 5 minutes of this, neville, across from pansy speaks up:
"You know, I'm surprised you two aren't dating because I thought you were"
We both chuckle "no. No were not, just really good friends!"
One hand stroking his leg and my other stroking a thumb at his ankles. The pain fades from his face at the comfort.
"Feeling better?"
"Yeah. Much better, thanks" he says whilst smiling.
"Always"
The next day (sunday)
Harry pov:
I have not been able to sleep all night. I know we are just friends and that's all I've ever known but since neville's comment last night about our situationship it's gotten me questioning everything. I've been thinking about it since yesterday. As I'm laying down in my room, music on, my mind retraces back to a memory of draco from last night playing with the fabric of my trousers, stroking my leg.
I've never noticed his beauty entirely, obviously he's attractive to anyone with a sight, but he's beautiful. I sigh in frustration, a groan in the mix. What is happening to me? He's my best friend. Nothing else. Plus even if I did like him, he's never like me back. I'm not good enough for him and just because he is also gay doesn't mean he loves every guy he sees.
I can only settle as his best friend, and its okay.
Truly.