Harry Potter - Series Fan Fiction ❯ Love For What You Believe In ❯ I Wonder If ( Chapter 3 )

Draco was taken back but openly welcomed the embrace from the other boy.
“I admire you” he said stroking Harry's hand with his own.
“How could you admire me? I'm really quite pathetic if I do say so myself” Harry chuckled these words obviously amusing himself.
“Don't you dare say things like that about yourself ever!” Draco stood rage pouring from him. You’re amazing and even that word does you no justice. The things you’ve seen and overcome. And yet here you are still standing tall.
Harry finally realised the connection between them as he stared up at the furious face of Draco. His mouth iron clad, his eyes burning with emotion, but his words crystal clear to Harry.
You're amazing yourself Draco… To fight for what you want and not what’s expected of you. It’s truly incredible Harry smiled raising himself level with the blonde. His mouth agape and his eyes wide Draco stood gaping at Harry.
“Well, places to be Draco, people to see” Harry proceeded in taking off his trousers and putting on his moderately clean clothes and folding his Quidditch uniform over him arm and placing his broom over his shoulder.
Draco drank in every drop of Harry's milky skin as he changed, the blonde still standing aghast.
Harry put his lips to Draco's ear and gently brushed them against the lobe.
“Talk to you later, Malfoy…” Harry whispered. He walked off leaving Draco even more dazed than before. He collapsed to his knees heart pounding and breath ragged, he pondered what had just happened momentarily and shakily got to his feet leaving the changing room, still in a daze.
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Harry entered the small cabin to a large cup of tea and, to his dismay, a rock cake.
“Took your time” Ron said leaning back in his chair.
“Yeah got distracted… So how are you Hagrid?” Harry decided changing the subject quickly was the best plan of action.
“I'm good `Arry. `ow about you then me lad?”
“I'm good same old same old really” the brunette smiled his mind barely in the room. Where are you… he thought to himself nodding as Hagrid explained his day in full detail.
Well if you really must know I'm on my way to the prefect's washroom to bathe; that Gryffindor changing room is a mess, it needs a good clean if you ask me. Draco had answered.. He could see the smirk of the blonde clearly in his mind. Harry looked round out the window off towards the school
“Everything alright Harry?” Hermione asked him following his gaze.
“Oh - er yes. Fine.” Harry's face had gone slightly pink Draco had made him think about that bath tub which the blonde would soon be getting into, naked; and had inevitably made him curious, especially accompanied by that ever so seductive smirk.
“Are you sure you look like you have a bit of fever?” She probed; Harry decided to go with her idea.
“Well I do have a bit of a headache. I think I'm gonna go lie down - I'll see you at dinner yeah?” he lied so smoothly that nobody batted an eyelash at the thought of him lying.
“That's a shame `Arry. Get a good rest” Hagrid said patting him on the shoulder.
“Feel better soon” Hermione smiled at him, sipping her tea.
“See you at dinner then mate” Ron also smiled at him.
He left the small cabin and headed towards the Gryffindor dorm.
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Draco sat in the large pool of a bath, watching the multicoloured bubbles float above his head. He sighed aloud.
“Why is he affecting me so much…” the blonde pondered his own question but did not dare to admit the conclusion. He had gone down to the changing rooms to find the answer and had found it, but was not sure what to make of it.
“Father would definitely not approve – not that I care to seek his approval anymore… Mother would support me I reckon” he thought back to the times of when his father used to beat him and take his wand, locking him in his room for days on end because he was `a disappointment'. His mother used to free him whenever his father was out. Oh how he despised his father for making his life hell. The name Malfoy was tarnished in such a way that Draco never thought he would be able to lead a normal life. His father's failures had got them into a bad situation. Nobody trusted the name Malfoy anymore and so nobody trusted him. He wasn’t like his father – he had different views, a different attitude – but nobody seemed to see that..
“until Harry” he sighed
“It’s as Harry says it, nobody cares for more than a name, I'm just like he is…”
Do I really feel this way about him…?
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Harry dumped his gear in his trunk and fell onto his bed. He was confused to say the least. There was just so much that he didn't understand about the past hour. If he thought Malfoy being nice on the train was weird, this certainly topped that. The way they had both acted towards each over, the embrace they shared… and the thoughts.
“I mean I can hear him. And I like it…” he admitted to himself. He liked this feeling of being close to someone, so close that that they really know you. It felt like a friend, a real friend that knew what he was feeling, really knew.
Do I really feel this way about him…?
Harry sat up. His heart was pounding and that vital phrase was echoing through his mind.
“Me?” he said to himself pondering the possibility. Harry found that even the slight chance that Draco was thinking this about him made him ecstatic.
Harry had discarded his robes on the bed leaving the dorm in his tight jeans and fitted black shirt.
His destination: the prefect washroom.