They had moved their fight out into the hallway, Harry yelling and Draco shooting spells in his direction. Making sure not to actually hit him of course.
It had been professor McGonagall who had stopped it and gave both boys detention for a week. News of their fight spread fast and Harry got several pats on the back for giving Draco a black eye.
When Harry came back to the common room that night Ron gave him a smug look and told him that he had been right, "get over your obsession, he's no good." Ron had said.
Harry went to bed quickly, in attempts to avoid an argument. he even got out of bed early the next morning to evaded his friend, Ron had not been right at all, but Harry didn't want to talk to him about. He just let him believe that he had been right the whole time.
Although now it would be even harder, now he had to abstain from looking or talking about Draco.
It was even harder when Draco would stare at him, now he had to ignore him and then explain to him after why.
After breakfast was done he walked the lengths of the halls with Ron and Hermione to the potions classroom. Double potions with the slytherin that morning.
But he was stopped half way by none other than Draco Malfoy. He smirked as the trio grew closer, crabbe and goyle by his side.
"Hmmm, potter. You walk around this school as if you own the place. You may be the chosen one to everyone else, but to me, you'll always be the coward who craves attention, and receives it only by punching innocent civilians. How do you sleep at night?" Next to him, crabbe and goyle snickered.
"Better than you, how do you sleep knowing you'll never amount to anything more than a rich snob with no actual talents. Just a shit load of money."
"You're going to need to see Madame pomfrey for that burn" Ron said, giving Harry a high five.
Harry smirked as Draco grit him teeth and gave them his worst scowl. He didn't say anything more than that, he turned on his heels and vanished into the classroom.
"What a git." Ron said.
Harry swallowed, he didn't actually mean what he had said. He believed there was more to Draco than his money. Although he couldn't help but feel a bit hurt by what he had said to him.
"You two really shouldn't egg him on like that. Just let it be. He probably would get bored with you if you just stopped saying anything to him." Hermione said wisely.
Ron snorted but didn't start an argument like Harry suspected he would. They walked into the classroom and took the three remaining seats in the back of the classroom. Professor Slughorn droned on about the chemical properties of Alihotsy whilst Harry stared at the back of Draco's head. His slicked back hair shone from how much Hair gel he had used that morning, Harry noticed it was more than usual.
His mind started to drift in and out of consciousness and he suddenly not in the classroom anymore. He was in the room of requirement the room that he had gone with Draco. The beds had morphed into one bed in the middle of the room below the window, the lime green sheets shimmered as the light reflected off the silk sheets. He pulled himself closer to examine further.
"Harry." he heard from behind him. He spun and found himself face to face with Draco. Tears streaked his cheeks and he held tightly to his left arm. "Harry." he said again.
"What's going on?" Harry took his hands in his own and put them by his sides. "are you okay?"
"I've made a huge mistake." he sobbed. " I-I don't know what to do."
Draco went to put his arms around Harry, but he pulled away. "Draco-?" instead Harry took his left arm and rolled up the sleeve. Draco gave no resistance, just cried and shook his head.
he pulled it above his elbow before turning his arm to reveal the figure eight formed by a snake that had been printed on his skin. His fingers brushed the skin along the picture and he swallowed.
"help me, Harry. I don't want to do this."
"calm down. we can figure something out, we should first seek out the Dumbledoor and-"
"No." Draco shrieked. "He can't know. no one can. Do you know what he'll do to me if he knew about the mark! he would turn me in, I can't spend the rest of my life in Azkaban!"
"we can trust him-" was all he was able to say before Draco had pushed him to the floor and was running towards the door. "Stop!" he tried to get off the floor but he couldn't. His body had been paralyzed.
"Harry!"
His eyes shot open and he was back in the classroom. In a panic, he got up off of the floor and turned in a circle to survey his surroundings. His eyes caught Draco's, his cheeks were bright red and everyone seemed to be staring at him. which was odd, shouldn't they be staring at Harry who had just been on the floor.
"are you okay, Harry?" Professor Slughorn asked. He was off to the side of the classroom behind all of the students.
"I-I think so. what happened?"
no one answered his question before Draco grabbed him by the elbow and pulled him out of the classroom.
"what the hell is going on? Don't you think pulling me out of the room would seem a bit suspicious. you're the one who wanted this relationship to be private."
"Not as suspicious as you screaming my name in the middle of class before collapsing to the floor. And I might ask you the same question, what the hell is going on?" Draco released his grip on Harry arm and turned to face him. He had pulled him to the hallway with the Slytherin common room. "might I ask what you were dreaming, cause to me it sounded a bit like sex. Not that I know what that sound like. But what the hell, I kissed you once and now...ugh, no. I don't think I could, we are on two different side of this war, Harry. And what do you mean by, 'relationship'? This is not anything."
"It wasn't like that, Okay? we were in the room of requirement and you were crying and you showed me your arm and It possessed the mark and I don't know what happened after that." Harry suddenly felt mighty embarrassed about the whole ordeal. He had kissed him, wouldn't they now have a different relationship than before. Surely something would have changed.
Draco scowled before moving Harry out of the way so he could get by.
"Can I see your arm?" he asked. He had not turned around but he could imagine the face he had just made. The answer to that question was, No. It was always a no.