The Potter Problem (Drarry)

Chapter 8

"Draco you daft git. He was probably too surprised to react right away! How would you react if someone you thought was straight and disliked you kissed you! You ran before he got the chance!" Draco looked up, eyes wide.

"You think I-I ran out too quick?" Pansy nodded, and the boy turned into a blank face as he stared into the distance, thinking about what had happened with Harry, the feeling they had shared. Maybe Pansy was right, he was too quick to tell.

"You can crash here tonight. Tomorrow, talk to Potter. I'm sure you won't be disappointed." Pansy said, and Draco thanked her before laying on the small couch in the corner of Pansy's room. He fell asleep thinking of what to say to Harry.

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Harry woke up with swollen eyes and a cracking heart. He was angry, beyond angry. He knew he would find Malfoy sooner or later, and when he did, the blond was gonna get it.

He dressed and headed for breakfast, anger burning in his stomach. He entered the Great Hall, sitting down at his usual place at the Gryffindor table. Hermione and Ron were in some heated discussion, and while Harry was now furious with Malfoy, he was still unhappy that Ron had hit him. Speaking of the blond prat, Draco entered the hall with Pansy, talking about something Harry couldn't tell what. Pansy then said something to Draco, causing him to look up at Harry. He smiled slightly, and Harry's stomach erupted in butterflies, but it quickly turned to jealousy and hate. He sneered at the blond, giving him the most powerful glare he could muster. Draco's smile dropped, and he quickly became distracted with his breakfast, head down. Pansy noticed, and leaned over to him.

"Draco, what's wrong?"

"He sneered at me. I told you he would hate me! I bet he's glaring right now. Pansy, what am I going to do?" He whispered, despair in his voice. Pansy looked over at Gryffindor, but Harry didn't look all too angry. A bit miffed, yes, but the overall emotion on his face was disappointment. 

"He looks sad to me." She stated, thinking. "I still think you should talk to him. Even if he is angry about the kiss, it's not like you can avoid him. You still share a room. It's not like you can avoid it." Draco looked up at her with pleading eyes.

"Couldn't I just stay in Slytherin? With you, or Blaise, or even-" He was cut off by a tap on his shoulder, turning around to see Professor Snape glaring at him. 

"Malfoy. Dumbledore wishes to see you in his office.....now." The greasy haired man stated before swiftly walking off. Malfoy gulped, looking at Pansy for help. She just shrugged as he got up to leave, walking out of the great hall. He could feel Harry's eyes boring holes into the back of his head as he left, walking to the gold statue that marked the entrance to Dumbledore's chambers, stepping in as the spiral staircase revealed itself and started to move. Once he made it to the top of the steps, he knocked on the wood door, before being granted access.

"Ah, Mr. Malfoy. Please do sit down." Dumbledore gestured to the chair across from his desk, and Draco sat in it nervously. "I presume you know why you are here?" Draco shook his head, playing with his hands in his lap. "Well, Draco, I know that you did not stay in your dorm last night. May I ask why?"

"I'm really not comfortable haring that, Professor." Draco said quietly, still looking at his hands. 

"Well, Draco. All actions have consequences." Dumbledore spoke, "So, as of today, you have lost permission to access Slytherin common room. The password has been changed, and the portrait has been informed to not let you in." Draco looked up at Dumbledore, astounded.

"But sir-"

"Unless of course, you would like to tell me why you did not return to your dorm?" Draco sighed, shaking his head. "Well, then I suggest you head back to your dorm to pick up your books, and head to potions." Draco nodded, exiting the old man's office. He walked quietly up to his dorm, upset, but relieved to know Harry would already be at potions. He entered the room, walking over to his bed before opening his trunk, collecting the supplies he needed. They spilled all over the room, however, when he was yanked back, head slamming against the wall as he was held there by the front of his robes. He groaned, realising it was Harry. 

"Look, Harry, I'm sorry about yesterd-"

"How long have you been planning this?" Harry growled, glaring at the shocked boy. "How long!"

"'Planning? Planning what? I haven't planned anything, I just came back to get my-"

"You know bloody well what I'm talking about, Malfoy. You kissed me." Draco winced at Harry's harsh words. 

"Listen, Harry, I know you don't like me, I'm sorry, I just couldn't control myself." It was Harry's turn to be confused.

"Why are you apologizing?"

"What?"

"I said, why are you apologizing. This worked out exactly as you wanted, what do you get through apologizing?" Draco looked at Harry as though he had grown two heads.

"Harry, I assure you. I definitely have wanted to be pressed up against a wall by you, but never has it involved you getting pissed cause I kissed you. Look, I know you don't like me, but I just couldn't resist. I'm sorry." Harry stepped back, letting go of Draco.

"You mean, this wasn't some plan to get me to fall for you?" Draco's heart rate jumped, hearing Harry say that.

"I would love it if you fell for me, Harry." He almost whispered, staring into the surprised eyes of the tan boy, "But I wouldn't want to hurt you." Harry stared at Draco, expression melting from one of confusion to one of pure joy. He ran over, pressing Draco against the wall again, lips crashing onto his. Draco responded eagerly, lips moving in sync as he wrapped his arms around Harry's neck, pulling him closer. Harry licked his bottom lip, but Draco denied entrance, pulling back to look at Harry's confused face. "You like me?" He asked, in a manner that seemed as if he was afraid of the answer. Harry's heart melted, resting his forehead against Draco's, he breathed out a single word.

"Yes."