Drarry

Chapter 3

SORRY! I'm terrible for not adding to this in so long but i checked and saw that quite a few people were asking me to write more so i decided to sit down and write another chapter! Please forgive me :)) 
I don't edit these (i'm a lazy ****) so excuse grammatical/ spelling errors or typos please

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Harry's POV

Harry was certain that it had been a flash of silvery blone hair that had whipped behind the tree. He would recognise those icy locks any day. "Malfoy?" he called softly, surprised that he did not mind that Malfoy was there. In fact, a part of him almost wanted Malfoy to be ducking behind that tree.

Originally, this walk had been something to give Harry some space to clear his head of the muddled thoughts flying through but now he felt like he needed someone there. They didn't have to be talking, just sitting, watching the leaves shiver in the cool breeze that was sweeping through the forest, the moon glowing eerily and casting long, looming shadows. That person could be Malfoy.

Sighing, Harry carried on walking, since he hadn't had a reply he decided to assume that no one was there. Or that if anyone had been there, did not want to be disturbed. Yet as he walked past the great, thick tree with it's gnarled roots and long, heavy branches, an arm darted out from behind it, snapping it's fingers around Harry's wrist.

Instinctively, Harry's hand reached for the wand that was tucked in the waist of his pajamas but as he looked up to see who the attacker was, his green eyes were met with the shimmering silver of Malfoy's eyes. For some reason, this did not calm Harry, instead it sent chilling shocks through his nerves, his stomach flipping as their eyes locked. 

"I didn't mean to startle you," Malfoy apologised, his fingers still curled around Harry's arm. He hesitated before pulling his hand away, his eyes sliding back down to the floor. 

Harry cleared his throat, pulling himself together. "You didn't," he assured Draco, fully aware that a soft blush was glowing on the boy's usually ivory complexion. "Can i sit?"

Draco's POV

The question startled Draco more than anything and he blinked a couple of times, staring from Harry's strikingly emerauld eyes that were brimming with curiousity to the space in front of the tree where Draco had been sitting not long ago. 

"It's okay if you want to be alone, i just thought since you grabbed my arm..." Harry trailed off, becoming more and more awkward by the second as they stood in silence, waiting for an answer.

Draco shook his head vigorously. "Of course! No, that's why i grabbed you i guess... Get's lonely out here."

"If you get lonely, why do you come here?" Harry asked, lowering himself down, too. He lost his balance a little as he came down, bumping into Draco's shoulder and grabbing it in order to catch himself. Draco's heart fluttered and he covered Harry's hand with his own, partly acting as a way to help Harry but partly- No. Draco stopped himself there, snatching his hand away and glaring at the moon as if to blame it for the peculiar feelings that were crippling him.

"Sometimes the loneliness is refreshing," Draco replies, softening as his eyes meet with Harry's again. There was something in Harry's eyes that made Draco pause, a depth to them that he had never seen in anyone. Harry's eyes held his life and hid nothing. Draco felt that if he looked at them for long enough, he would know every wonderful detail about Harry Potter. They were wide and beautiful, drawing Draco in like a drug. 

Harry's POV

Smiling, Harry's eyes fell away from Draco's tracing the angle of his jaw bone, the hollow if his cheek under the sharp, elegant cheekbone. They travelled further, marvelling at the shaddow of his collar bone, the gentle, lean curve of his stomach and the bulging muscle that layered his long, slim legs. His ivory skin was everywhere, blending in with the glow of the moonlight as if he had been made using the same materials of the moon. 

Harry nods, meeting Draco's eyes once again. "Sometimes," he whispers softly. "I'm sorry, i have to ask- what's changed?" Draco's eyes narrowed slightly with confusion at the question. "One day you're calling me a blood traitor and now you're allowing me to sit next to you and chat as if we've been friends for ages."

To Harry's surprise, a wide, dazzling grin split his face with no trace of smugness or superiority or sarcasm. It was simply a genuine smile. His teeth sparkled under his full upper lips that were a bright pink, growing pinker as the wind bristled past them. "I've been asking myself the same question," he admits.

"Harry?!" a familiar voice calls out and the heavy footsteps of Ronald Weasley blundered towards them. Harry jumps to his feet, peering around the tree to see a mop of ginger hair bobbing towards them.

Spinning on his heels, he sees that Draco was gone. As if he had never been there to begin with. Nothing but the whispering of the trees and the slight print of where Draco sat remained.