Promise
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Harry could feel Malfoy staring at him even as they walked. The Gryffindor boy led the way past the small crowd of students, tuning out Ron's shouts for him not to leave with Malfoy and into an empty hallway, just like the first time Malfoy kissed him. Harry almost shivered at that thought. He walked into the hall bathroom, Malfoy quickly behind him, almost at his heels. Potter could feel the tension, the thick tension building the longer he was with the Slytherin. The quiet didn't help.
Harry stopped and turned, leaning against the wall, arms crossed. Malfoy stood in front of him, looking like he felt awkward as he stood straight with arms at either side of his hips. "So," Harry began. "what is it? It must be important if you begged me to talk to you."
"I did no such begging." Malfoy barked back, eyebrows dipping as his expression turned nasty; this amused Harry.
"Wipe that grin off your face," The platinum blonde growled. "this is no laughing matter. I came to discuss with you. I'm not here to profess my love."
"Not for a second time?" Harry tilted his head, feigning innocence with the look he put on. He thought Malfoy was going to pull out his wand and Avada Kedavra him for that, but instead, the other male's look was unreadable.
Malfoy took a step closer to Harry. "I think you know what this is about."
"I believe I do," Harry raised his head. "but I don't know if I want to speak of it."
Malfoy's laughter filled the empty bathroom, deep and filled with nothing but venom. "Potter, your ignorance is bliss. How could you not want to talk about how you saw my father? You have avoided this far too long. You are too weak, you are soft. You are too close to your friends and that will be the death of you. I meant what I said that night, I won't let you tell anyone about this. I do know, however, that you have said something. Weasel was too reluctant to let you go. Something scared him.. something made him want to pull you right back into the dorms, and I have a feeling it's because of something you said."
Harry gulped. He knew Slytherins were cunning but fuck. could Malfoy read minds? "Yeah, and so what? It had nothing to do with your dad."
"Oh?"
'Fuck,' Harry thought. Why did Malfoy have to talk like that?
"What else was it about then?" Malfoy was getting closer now. "Was it about how I kissed you? Were you warning Ron about me? About how I kiss boys?"
"No," Harry said with enough anger it stopped the other, giving about a foot of distance between each other.
"Then what was it?" Malfoy said softly, a short pause between each of his words.
The brunette's crossed arms became tighter around his body, he hunched over a bit like he wanted to curl up and hide from the world. "I wasn't telling you off to Ron if that is what I mean. You love to make a story for yourself, don't you?"
"I'm only trying to get the answer from you."
"Why does it matter so much?"
"Because if this gets out I'm officially out of Hogwarts, my father goes back to Azkaban, and my entire family name is in the dirt."
"It isn't already?"
That was the set off, and Harry realized that too late. Only when his back was slammed against the wall, feet slightly lifted off the flooring, collar being tugged away from his neck by Malfoy's hands, and the boys were practically breathing in each other's air did the Gryffindor process what he had said. Did Harry regret it? No. Did he feel bad? Also no. Malfoy deserved the truth.
"Say it again, I dare you." Malfoy said in a flat voice, unwavering despite how angry he looked.
Harry felt his heart rate spike. "Say what?" He tested.
"You know what," Malfoy's voice was almost a whisper.
Harry became unsure. Would he get murdered in this bathroom if he said it again? How far was too far? Was he already there and there was no point in holding back anymore? He could feel Malfoy's hot breath on his neck, how tight his grip was on his button-up. A button had popped off from the force of being pulled up and left Harry's left collar bone exposed. He could feel the Slytherin's eyes on it, and he couldn't bring himself to mind.
"You're already dragged in the dirt. No one sees you as a respectable pureblood family anymore. Get that through your thick skull, Malfoy." Harry said, his tone nothing but calm. He heard Malfoy take one last ragged breath before he felt lips slam into his own. The kiss was hungry and messy, nothing like the first couple of times. Malfoy's hands didn't leave Harry's shirt, and for once the brunette appreciated something the blonde had done. If it weren't for the other holding him up, Potter knew he would have slid down the wall with wobbly knees.
The boys only parted to catch short breaths and Harry's hands were now tugging at Malfoy's shirt and the back of his hair. A growl erupted from the Slytherin's throat when Harry made a soft sigh as tongues pushed past lips. Malfoy kept pushing Potter against the wall like he wasn't already trapped between it and the blonde's body. Finally, the two parted to pant and Malfoy wiped spit from his mouth. Harry stared at the other with a dazed look while Malfoy looked like he was about to pounce on the shorter boy at any second. "Draco," Harry whispered.
"Fuck.." Draco cursed. "Why can't you say my first name all the time?"
"We are never going to be together, Malfoy."
"Don't start calling me that again." Draco sounded desperate.
Harry fixed his glasses that had slipped to the tip of his nose, ignoring the boy he had just made out with.
"Harry," The gentle tone Draco said his name in made Potter falter. Who was he kidding? He couldn't resist his rival, but he could pretend he could.
"Stop it,"
"No."
"Could you just leave me alone? You can't keep playing with me like this." Harry tried to fix his shirt the best he could in the mirror above one of the sinks quickly before making a B line towards the exit. He grunted as his arm was tugged with force, making him stumble back and into something hard. Looking up, Harry realized he made contact with Malfoy's chest, and his head was tucked securely between the Slytherin's shoulder and neck. "Are you crazy or something? Deaf? I said I want nothing to do with you. I made that clear more than once." The brunette struggled against the oddly strong hold Malfoy had on him, making Harry again wonder what his intentions were. Why was Malfoy putting so much effort into not letting Harry escape?
"Harry," This wasn't as pleasant as it had been before. Malfoy sounded rightfully pissed off. It only made Harry want to leave more. "Why are you struggling so much? Why do you keep running away?" His nails dug into Potter's arm, one of his hands going to grab his throat and hold Harry's head to his shoulder with force. The Gryffindor had little time to think about whether it would bruise or not because panic started to flood his brain.
"Let go!" Harry kicked Malfoy's knee, making the blonde groan and get set off balance, stumbling backward. Potter took quick steps back, soon turning and setting off in a run. The door slammed in his face to his surprise before he could make it out. Turning, he saw Malfoy with his wand extended towards where Harry tried to run.
Harry felt so angry. Malfoy dragged him out here to 'talk', but really, he wanted to fight again. The Slytherin boy was more stupid than he had previously thought. Harry might have been shorter than the other but he was better at fighting. He learned to be, completely the opposite of the sheltered rich boy that had some sort of sick obsession with hurting him. "What is wrong with you?" Harry spit, his voice hoarse from the choking. Malfoy stared back at him, wand still pointed in his direction. "Cat got your tongue? You're all talk until it comes to it. You can't fight, you can't stand up for yourself. You wonder why I hate you, why I don't want to be with you? Well here is a great example. My hate for you runs deeper than your own ego."
Malfoy had been quiet all this time. The only thing besides staring at Harry he had done was lower his wand. Harry was only more frustrated by this. "What is this between us?" He asked. "You randomly kiss me in the halls, you stalk me like a creep! This isn't how relationships work, Malfoy. Even I know that." Harry's voice grew just above a whisper. What was up with him and ending up around the worst of people? Here, at Hogwarts, he got to get away from his horrid 'family'. The school used to be a haven for the boy, a place he could be himself and see his favorite people. Now it was all ruined thanks to Draco, he didn't seem to have an ounce of empathy in his body. "I don't know what you think this is, but it's sick. It's like I'm some kind of prey to you. I don't want you Malfoy, and I never have. I hate you, understand?" Harry hissed, turning his back to the tall blonde in front of him.
Harry could hear the exhale of a long breath as his hand yanked at the door handle, expecting it to need force to budge. But when he pulled it, it opened with ease. Harry blinked and leaned on the doorframe, arms crossing over his chest. "You need to learn how to be a good person, Malfoy. You can't expect everything to go your own way, and especially not for everyone to like you when this is how you truly are. And.. and I can't be the one to help you. We aren't even friends. You need to leave me alone." He pushed himself from the doorframe and turned the corner, disappearing behind the wall, and leaving Draco in the bathroom.