Chapter 2
Harry was woken up in the morning by Ron pulling at his blanket. “Wake up!” Ron yelled. “You’re going to be late for class. And you know how kindly McGonagall takes to latecomers.”
“What time is it?”
“A quarter till eight.”
“Fuck.” Harry said scrambling out of bed. He almost fell face first off the lifted bed.
Ron helped use magic to tidy up the unmade bed, “here, i brought you some pastries from the great hall.”
“Thank you!” Harry said grabbing it as he put on his robe. He shoved it into his mouth, rushing out the door. “Lets go-” he said through muffles.
Ron rushed behind him, both of them almost late for class. “Why’d you sleep so much?”
Harry didn’t answer, he was still buttoning up his shirt as they walked out of the common room. He wanted to make sure his scars were covered before leaving that room. Otherwise, he gets surrounded by pity stares and people praising him for fighting the dark lord. It was the worst.
Ron didn’t ask again, despite Harry not answering him. They just rushed down the hall to McGonagalls class, Harry hurriedly chewed on the danish. They arrived to the class just as she was closing the doors. “Boys.” she stated, raising a brow. “Take a seat.”
Quickly, before she changed her mind, they sat at the only open spots. Unfortunately they were separated. Ron took the seat by Hermione before Harry had a chance to process. Harry looked around for the next empty seat, discovering it was next to Draco.
Harry sighed, walking towards the table. He wiped his hands on his pants, for some reason they were sweating.
Draco looked to the right of him, his hair falling across his face. His hair was longer than ever, reaching his shoulders. Harry wanted to pull it back behind his ear. He wanted Draco to watch him with his sharp silver eyes. Draco smiled at Harry, softly. “Mornin’ ” He said, his voice in a deep drawl.
Harry didn’t respond, he felt heat rising up to his cheeks. He opened his mouth to respond, watching Dracos eyes flutter between his lips and his eyes. He said nothing. They were sitting in the back, saving him the embarrassment that was unfolding. They were hidden behind the heads and bodies of other students. It seemed as though McGonagals lecture was faded noise in the background. The only thing he was processing was Draco and the way his hair shaped his face. Excentuating his sharp features.
Draco moved his chair closer to Harry, bringing a hand up. Harry froze, what was he going to do?
Draco hesitated a moment, his hand hovering infront of Harry’s face. It was a brief pause before his hand seemed to cup Harry’s face, his thumb pressed against Harry’s lips. Draco swiped his thumb across the corner of Harry’s lip, pulling his hand away just as quickly as he put it on.
Draco pressed the thumb to his own lips, lightly licking at it. Harry’s face was definitely red now, “You had something on there.” Draco smirked, “Danish?”
Draco didn’t wait for an answer, turning to the front of the classroom. He raised his hand, “That spell turns a tortuous into a trumpet.”
“Correct, five points slytherin. At least someone was paying attention.” she said looking at Harry, her gaze sharp.
Harry seemed to snap out of his trance, what was going on? He was going to have a hard time this class.
Draco laughed lightly under his breath, so soft it was barely audible. Harry was going to have a hard time period.
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When McGonagall released the class, he was so lost in thought he almost stayed stuck in his seat. Draco pulled him out, his hand wrapping around Harry’s wrist. Once again, his touch was so soft and warm, Harry could feel his chest fill with warmpth. Harry didn’t argue or protest, he let Draco pull him. It was like his thoughts drained from his body the second contact was made.
“You airhead,” Draco said, letting go once they were in the hallway. All the students had already dispersed. Just how long was he staring off? “What were you doing, just sitting there?”
“I don’t know.” Harry sighed, running a hand through his hair.
Draco also sighed in response, “Make sure you pay more attention. Just because you’re the savior doesn’t mean you get a free pass.” Harry said nothing, lowering his head. Draco put his hand on Harry’s head, ruffling his hair. Draco hummed softly, “Go to your next class. Don’t be late.”
Harry looked up through his hair. Draco’s eyes looked sad, the bright silvery grey looked like story clouds, Harry still couldn’t bring himself to speak to Draco. He couldn’t bring himself to say anything has Draco dropped his hand. He couldn’t bring himself to say anything as Draco walked away. He couldn’t bring hismelf to say anything.