Needing you

Ugggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. Classes.

Fuck classes.

Wait. No. sorry, that wasn’t exaggerated enough. Fuck the ever-loving fuck out of classes. Like, fuck them so hard the fucking bed breaks. Fuck them as hard as your dad fucked you over when he left you.  Fuck them as hard as I fucked your mother last night. (Which was hard (believe me))

So, potions. It sucked, naturally. But the main point of focus for Harry was the fact that a certain blonde guy was missing.

Okay, so maybe that shouldn’t be the main point of focus when he’s in a class he’s already failing, but he can’t really help it. Ever since their encounter yesterday he hasn’t been able to keep the other off his mind. And then to notice that he wasn’t attending his favourite class of all time… it only made it worse, really.

He was pretty sure Malfoy had never missed a class in his life, especially not potions. And after the events of yesterday it was safe to say, against his better judgement, that he may have been a bit worried about the other boy. Even though he’s a prick, he’s also a very mentally unstable prick, and with him being off the radar right after having a breakdown, it wasn’t a sign of anything good.

So, after being released from the class Harry wasted no time in grabbing his stuff and hurrying out of the room. Not that that was anything new, there’s no reason to stay in a classroom if he doesn’t have to be.

However, instead of going in the direction of the stairs to go to his next period, which was transfiguration, he walked the other way and hid in a small corner so he could safely pull out the marauders map without it being seen.

His eyes immediately skipped towards the eighth-year dorms, expecting to find Malfoy’s name there. He didn’t, but hey, nice try Harry, props to my boy.

Okay so, somewhere else then... Library? No. Common room? No. Great Hall? No. Kitchens? Nope. Okay so no Malfoy in the castle. That’s a bit worrying.

Somewhere on the grounds then probably, he wasn’t allowed to leave Hogwarts without supervision as a side-effect of his parole, don’t ask Harry how he knew that.

Wait, no, hold up. Do ask why Harry knows that. Ask him right the fuck now, the little creep.

Why in Merlin’s name is he worrying about this? It is quite literally the furthest of his business. Oh god he’s obsessing, isn’t he? Oh god, Hermione’s right. He stared out in front of himself in horror, his face pale and his complexion looked as if he’d seen Severus Snape personally take his mother in front of him. Except maybe that would be a bit worse than Hermione being right about his obsessive personality, however, our drama queen doesn’t care about that. Harry is absolutely shattered. Shattered I tell you.

He really needs to stop thinking about Malfoy. Yes, that’s right. No more of that. Okay so what then?

Logically he could still go to transfigurations and McGonagall would easily let it slide, however, he didn’t want to. Because who wants to do schoolwork? Not him. So instead he was going to waste away his time in the forest, because that’s obviously a thousand times more productive than getting a degree. Yes Harry, so smart.

So, putting away the map, he started making his way towards his spot.

***

“Er…. Hello?” His voice was mostly confused as he looked at the sight in front of him. He got no response though.

Well… okay… so… sleeping Malfoy. At least, he hopes he’s sleeping. Is he dead? Nah, surely not. Maybe? Should he check? Would he endure great bodily harm if he did, and it turned out Malfoy was sleeping all along and suddenly woke up? Hmm… such tough decisions.

Harry slowly inched closer to the still body laying against a large oak tree, walking like some sort of B-tech ninja in case said body decided to wake up.

As he got close enough to see that the blonde was in fact still breathing, he let out a tiny, relieved sigh, whether that was because the other was still alive or because he hadn’t woken up, he didn’t know, probably both. So, happy that he’d done his round of lifesaving and helping the community, he sat down against a nearby tree and pulled out his notebook, it was his spot after all. No need to leave just because Malfoy decided to take a nap.  

As he reached to pull out his quill from his back, he snuck another glance at the boy. He actually looked quite serene like this. The large oak with big branches reaching all around, looking like something out of a magical forest, which it was, but that’s beside the point. His hair was a bit messy and covered his face somewhat, but it didn’t look bad perse, it seemed more natural. But then again, Harry had never truly understood the reasoning behind hair gel, it just seemed sticky and annoying.

It was not too strange to see Malfoy without a scowl on his face recently, he’d been trying to keep to the background this year, not wanting to draw any attention to himself, so he mostly kept his complexion neutral. But nevertheless, it was different seeing him remain neutral, and seeing him so at ease, it was a little strange to be honest. Hmm.. interesting, these were definitely not thoughts that he was going to be examining in his head for the next couple of days, not at all. Because he was not obsessing. Ha, take that Hermione.

And because he was so busy with absolutely not obsessing over Malfoy, he had no problem focussing on continuing the drawing he was working on. And he totally didn’t subconsciously start sketching the scene in front of him. Nope, no way Hosé.

***

He heard rustling around him as he slowly came back to consciousness. His face felt uncomfortably smushed together, Merlin’s beard how long had he been sleeping?

Draco rubbed his face as he opened his eyes, sitting up straight against the trunk of the tree. He rubbed the sleep out of his eyes and stretched out his limbs, feeling quite refreshed funnily, since he was… y’know… sleeping against a tree. And as he came to his senses his amazing survival instinct kicked in and he suddenly realised: Wait, rustling sound? That’s not good, maybe you need to check out what it is.

As he turned his head to look around to see what creature had probably wandered into the area, he didn’t expect Harry Potter to be sitting about 5 meters away from him, staring directly at him, now that’s a terrifying thing to wake up to, if ever.

Also, if you’re American and don’t use the metric system, 5 meters is equal to 500 centimeters, which is about the same size as a canoe. And if you don’t know how big a canoe is, that’s about 5 guitars. Or, if you’re Australian, it’s about 4 red kangaroos, which is about the same length as 8 mini refrigerators. Or if you’ve never been to a hotel, about 7 tennis rackets or in other sports-themed things about two-and-a-half Michael Jordan’s. But maybe you’re not into sports so it’s also about the same length as 3 Napoleon Bonaparte’s for the history nerds (or the French… ew). Now if you still don’t know how much five meters is then I really don’t know what to tell you, I did my best.

Anyway, a creepily staring Harry Potter, yes. So being the brave being he is, upon seeing this let out what he calls a very manly scream.

“What the hell- Malfoy! Stop it! Why are you screaming!” Harry said, screaming himself.

“What are you doing here!?” Malfoy said, still screaming.

“What the- I’m sitting. Can’t you see?”

“Why are you sitting there staring at me while I’m asleep!? That’s so many levels of creepy!”

“I wasn’t! I just came here, like normal. And you just happened to be here. Merlin calm down, no need to feel special Malfoy.” Said blonde huffed in response, staring incredulously at the other. Who stared right back.

“… Fine, can you leave then? I quite enjoy it here.” Draco said as he turned to look down at his nails, no need to make any more eye contact than necessary.

“What? Me? Malfoy I’m the one who found this spot. You leave.”

“Absolutely not, I go where I want Potter. And I want to sit here. So, you must leave.” The other huffed angrily.

“Hell no. If your lazy arse doesn’t want to move then fine, but I’m not going to be driven away from a spot I claimed at the beginning of the damned year.”

“Fine.”

“Fine.”

Neither of them moved. And then they continued to not move. Eventually Harry stubbornly looked back down to his notepad and began frustratedly scribbling while Malfoy moved to get a book out of his bag. No way he was going to lose this, this was his spot.

And so, they continued their battle of who would give in first, and they both were not set on losing. So, they sat and did their respective things, in silence, battling. It may have looked like they were just sitting together and enjoying each other’s company to anybody else, but no, this was obviously a fight.

They stayed like that for what had to have been almost two hours before they both realised it was time for dinner, most people were probably already in the great hall, even. They tried to look at the other when they thought they were being subtle, however, they weren’t.

“So… are you gonna go?” Harry was the first to break the silence.

“I don’t know Potter, are you?” Malfoy sneered back.

“Maybe…” They looked at each other, then slowly they put their items into their bags, almost mirroring each other’s movements. Harry slowly started to rise, and Malfoy followed.

Malfoy pointed toward the path.

“After you, Potter.” Harry rolled his eyes in response, but walked towards the path nonetheless, surprised Malfoy followed. And so, the two boys made their way back to the castle, Harry walking decidedly faster than Malfoy, and towards the great hall. They were both quite hungry after all.