Perhaps, Perhaps, Perhaps

CHAPTER FOUR

Draco stared after Harry, wondering why he was in such a hurry to leave. He could tell Harry was lying about being sick- that much was obvious. Perhaps it was what he said about him and Pansy? He sighed, and sipped thoughtfully at his orange juice. It was obvious they liked each other- couldn't they just get on with it, and admit it? Then again, Draco just couldn't understand how people only his age could already have a relationship. Seriously, they hadn't even hit puberty yet!

Crabbe looked longingly at Harry's untouched toast. "Do y'think he'd let me have that?"

Draco rolled his eyes. "Is that all you ever think about, food?"

Crabbe reached his pudgy arm across the table and snatched Harry's toast off of it's plate. "No, I think about girls a bloody lot too!"

Draco groaned. He might as well give up trying to have an intelligent conversation with either of the twits that sat at his side. "I'm going to go join Harry. You two are giving me a headache."

Goyle raised a hairy eyebrow at Crabbe, who just shrugged. Draco stood up and turned, then walked briskly out of the main hall. His mind began to wander as he walked through the halls, making his way to the Slytherin house. Would Harry and Pansy end up getting together? His lip curled in mild disgust as he imagined Pansy running her boney fingers through Harry's soft black hair, her rough lips caressing Harry's smooth ones, her tongue forcing itself into Harry's warm mouth, tasting him, devouring him. Harry really does deserve better than that, he thought.

His eyes are so shocking, so amazingly green, his lashes curl out so delicately . . . I couldn't imagine anyone else looking into them and having him look back- truly look back- at them but . . . me . . .

His pace slowed down, and his eyes turned cloudy. A faint smile crept over his lips, and his eyes closed delicately. Suddenly, they snapped open, and his lips parted into an expression of shock. Had he just been . . . thinking about Harry . . in . . . that way? He shuddered, and wrinkled his nose. Must've been something I ate, he told himself, not wanting to believe he had just thought that on his own free will.

Turning to face the wall, he blurted "Thunderfrog", and walked into the Slytherin commons. As he started across the room, he noted a pale figure sitting in a green velvet chair across from the fireplace. The figure looked over at Draco, and made its features visible- dark messy hair, round black glasses, and a lightning scar.

Harry smiled weakly at Draco. "What brings you here?"

"Crabbe and Goyle. They're bloody gits, they are- Pansy's not much better."

The sitting boy nodded and looked back to the fire as Draco sauntered over to a vacant chair. "I understand completely." He looked back at Draco, who was making himself comfortable in the large green chair a few feet away. As he moved his head, his silvery blonde hair shimmered with every move, glistening so gently in the firelight, looking almost as if Draco was glowing...

Harry's eyes widened. He'd been thinking of Draco again! Draco looked at Harry with an expression of concern.

“You okay? You look a bit . . . pale.”

“Well, like I said, I'm not exactly feeling the best . . .”

Draco smiled comfortingly at Harry. “You feel better, okay?” He stood up, and walked slowly over to Harry's chair. Resting his hand on the other boy's shoulder, he murmured, “Wouldn't want it to get worse.”

Draco's insides were going mad as he felt the warmth of Harry's shoulder through his hand, and the tingles his body got when the were close. Draco knew now. He knew that it wasn't just some notion he had while walking back from breakfast, it was real. He had a crush on his best friend- Harry Potter.