Day 16. Harry Potter. Harry/Draco. "Determined Draco VII" Title: Determined Draco VII Author:digthewriter Word Count: 650 Rating: PG-13 Warning: Angst Disclaimer: Harry Potter characters are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No profit is being made, and no copyright infringement is intended. Author's Notes: Continuation of Determined Draco Series
Potter must have seen that Draco was livid and he quickly added more information to his previous statement. “I was just meeting her for Christmas drinks and it blurted out.”
“You were meeting my mother for drinks? On Christmas?”
“Last year,” Potter said.
“Last year?” Draco nearly screamed. “You’ve told my mother since—”
“It’s just complicated, Draco,” Potter said. “I thought if I told her, I’d get over it, or she’d tell me I had no chance and I’d move on.”
“What’s the complication? Is she married?” Draco asked, scowling.
“She?”
“The woman you fancy? Is she married to someone else, is it? Gods, do not tell me it’s Granger. After all these year—”
“No! It’s not—” Potter sighed. “And no, he’s not married.”
“He?” Draco raised an eyebrow. “Really? You’re gay?” Draco asked and Potter nodded. “Seriously? With that hair?”
“Draco!” Potter glowered at him. “This is why I could never tell you!”
“Okay. Sorry, Potter. Bad time to bring up your hair,” Draco said, palms up as if he was surrendering. “Tell me more.”
“Well. He’s funny. Charming when he wants to be. He’s got this weird crooked smile thing—I used to hate it before—but now it’s like I can’t even not imagine it on his face. He makes me laugh. Like really laugh. I told you he’s funny, right?”
Draco sighed as he listened to Potter and watched his face light up when he talked about this bloke that Potter fancied. He didn’t know why but Draco didn’t like this git one bit. Maybe because if Potter told this man that he was in love with him, then maybe, he’d take Potter away from Draco and that would be—Draco scowled again.
“Also, he’s got these amazing eyes. And they go all dark when he’s concentrating on something and wants you to think that he’s not thinking about anything. He’s really smart. Like, intelligent. Probably one of the smartest men I ever met. I can’t say he’s smarter than Hermione because well—she’d kill me if I did that.”
Draco bit his tongue and tried to swallow the bitter taste of jealousy. He ran his hand through his hair, and then Potter started talking about this bloke’s hair. Really. Potter had it bad and Draco couldn’t believe it that Potter hadn’t told this person how he’d felt.
“Is he straight?” Draco spat out.
Potter looked surprised by Draco’s question. “No. Not that I’m aware of.”
“That you’re aware of?” Draco asked, confused.
“Well, I told you that I talked to Narcissa about him, right? So she informed me that she didn’t think that he fancied women. But she couldn’t be entirely too sure.”
“So why haven’t you told him that you love him?”
“I—” Potter hesitated, and then stopped himself from saying anything.
“What is it?”
“Well. What if he doesn’t feel the same way and that’ll ruin our friendship. I just—I don’t know. I don’t want to make things awkward between us.”
“So why do you just wish for this person to love you and not just tell them how you feel? That’s really not very practical, Potter. How is this person going to know. What if he likes you too?”
Potter shrugged and that just annoyed Draco even more. He got up to leave the room. “I’ll tell Mother you’re here,” he said. He was just about to go out the door when Potter pulled on his arm. “What?” Draco snapped. He really needed to get a hold of himself. He’d lived Potter for so many years and didn’t care who he liked or shagged but the moment Potter started to talk to Draco about it, it was starting to become a problem. This was starting to become a problem.
“It’s you, Draco,” Potter said softly.
Draco looked at him confused again. “What are you on about now, Potter?”