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by the wonderful muffliato13
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SIMON
"Stop following me!" Draco shouted.
"Not until I know what you're up to," Harry spat right back. Draco could see the veins pulsing in Harry's neck.
For a second, Draco imagined telling the truth. He could feel the hot lump rising in the back of his throat at the thought of breaking down. Coming clean. Asking for help to get out of this mess he'd got himself in. He'd only done it, any of it, for his family. To help his father get back the power he deserved. But how could Harry, an orphan, ever understand that? He'd never understand what family meant to the Malfoys.
Draco choked the lump in his throat down. "Then I guess you'll be following me forever, Potter."
"Fine." It was a promise.
The water turns off abruptly in the bathroom and I clap my laptop closed. I slip out of bed and shove my feet in my trainers. I want to be out of here before Baz gets done in there.
And I was just getting to a good part.
It's embarrassing how into the story I'm getting. I'm becoming Drarry trash, checking for updates three times a day. When I first heard of it, I thought it was kind of silly. I've seen the movies, and it never crossed my mind that Draco and Harry might be anything but enemies, much less shove each other's tongues down their throats. I only read the first fic because I thought it would be good for a laugh. But then they actually did stick their tongues down each other's throats and...
I don't know. I guess I'd just been thinking about it a lot anyway. Kissing. First kisses. Whether or not I was brave enough to do that with Agatha. And then I read the fic and suddenly it was all I could think about. How was my first kiss ever going to stand up to that? Sure, I've wanted to kiss Agatha since the first time I saw her. She's heavenly. But I know it's not the same for her.
When I got us out of that well last term, and we were both dripping and shivering and I was holding her in my arms... I should have done it then. I can't just pull her into an empty classroom and lay one on her. With a girl like Agatha, you have to be more than ordinary to deserve her.
I told myself I'd just keep reading fanfic to get ideas, but it turns out they aren't all as good as that first one I read. Some are so poorly written, I could have done, and others go straight from kissing to groping and into areas I'm really not ready to dive into yet. With Agatha. (Or anyone.)
But that first author I found only writes Drarry. I don't think that's unusual, for an author to fixate on one pairing like that, but BlackPrince is prolific. She's written over a hundred thousand words of just Drarry. Drarry in the rain, Drarry going on adventures, Drarry where Draco saves Harry from a dragon... And lots of kissing. Always the kissing. It's the best part. She doesn't rush through it like the other writers. And it's not a prelude to inevitable sex, which, to be honest, squicks me out a bit. But the way BlackPrince writes it, it's just... nice. Exactly how I want it to be.
It's crazy how into it I've gotten. I think more about Drarry kissing now than I think about me and Agatha. I'm starting to think nothing is going to live up to BlackPrince's writing. I wish I could talk to her. I mean, I leave comments and sometimes she responds, but I mean really talk to her. Ask her how she thinks of these things.
There's this one scene in her oldest fic, where Harry kisses Draco first. (That almost never happens in her fics.) They're in the Forbidden Forest, it's first year, and you know Voldemort is nearby, but they don't yet. They're just scared. They're eleven and scared, and Harry takes Draco's hand. It's the sweetest thing. And I kept expecting Draco to pull his hand away, to call him a tosser, but he says, "Don't let go, Potter. Or I'll make you regret it."
Harry grabs one of Draco's shoulders and kisses him lightly on the cheek. It happens so fast, Draco wonders if it happened at all.
"I won't," he whispers heroically.
It's sad that I've read it so many times I have it memorized. But I want it to be like that. I want it to be innocent and inevitable and ordinary as breakfast. No pressure. I have enough pressure on me as it is.
Anyways, I can't get that scene out of my head, so I put it down on paper instead. I drew it last night while Baz was out stalking about the Catacombs like I knew he would be. I uploaded it this morning and tagged BlackPrince.
I hope she likes it.
I hope it's not weird. I hope...