Untitled Part 1

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Seconds felt like an eternity as the two boys were ahold of one another inches apart. Draco's pale face had dried from his tears by now and Harry was struggling to form his words but unfortunately nothing came out to break the awkward tension.

Until....

"What is going on here may I ask."
Intervened professor Snape and it didn't sound like a question. He was standing beside the bathroom door, raising an eyebrow and furrowing the other.

Draco let out a small gasp and so did Harry as they looked in shock and embarrassment. They got up in a blink of an eye attempting to seem as unsuspicious as possible. Potter began to wipe the dust off his knees and Malfoy straightened his tie as he gulped. Harry cleared his throat and scratched the back of his head before stuttering out some words in attempt to make it seem typical.

"I was just-  he- we were just- uhm-"

He was cut off by Draco.

"Potter was just helping me. H-he walked in on me when I accidentally slit my wrist due to a broken piece of glass. It's nothing professor."

"Is that so Mr. Potter?" Questioned Severus in what sounded like the slightest bit of doubt.

"Yes professor. W-we're done here." Responded Harry. He managed to walk passed the professor quickly.

And just as Draco tried to follow Potter out, he was blocked by Snape.

"Now listen Malfoy I don't know what is supposedly going on here between the two of you however I'm here to ask if you've managed to function the vanishing cabinet yet. The dark lord-"

"I'm working on it." Hissed Draco cutting him off as he brushed passed Severus and headed out.

It wasn't that easy to work with the cabinet. It requires time and concentration to make it function again. Therefore, Malfoy decided to take what he has left of 30 minutes to head to the room of requirement and practice some new spells on the vanishing cabinet.

He neglected all the thoughts of Potter while working.
Cross that. It was all that was going through his mind actually.

Why the bloody hell did that gryffindork help me? Hmph, of course saint Potter always has to come to the rescue. He probably doesn't even care, that git only did it to keep his reputation.......Or maybe not. What if...... no stop it Draco. I need to focus as best as I can right now to get this over with.

Trying and failing. Trying and failing.
He was fed up by now, it's not that it isn't working, he's actually getting closer. But he decided to stop and take a break for today.

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Harry was wandering through the halls, making his way to the library to pick up the books that he accidentally left there.

For fuck's sake why is it always freezing in here.

He was feet away from the library door, he sighed and continued.
Until he felt a familiar cold large hand slither around his arm, grabbing it tightly as he was pulled stumbling into the library.
He was pushed back against the inner door still feeling the veiny hand on him however now it was covering his mouth.

Harry looked up and saw Draco. He mumbled under his breath trying to break free of Malfoy's grasp that vetoed him from speaking. He could taste the metallic flavour of Draco's many rings that brushed against his lips.

The blonde boy kept his grip, glaring into Harry's eyes and signalled him to look outside.

Potter noticed professor Snape strutting down the halls with his long gloomy black robe levitating behind him. He stared at him until he was out of sight.