Chapter Six - Anger and Disregard

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As you know, we all have to deal with the pain of school. My finals are coming up soon, and I may not be able to update within that week. So, I will either prepare a bunch of chapters for you guys before I got idle on wattpad for a week, or I might just make them all when I get back.

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Ever since the night in the library, Harry could barely get any sleep. He stayed up thinking about that night, and that night only, confused on why it meant so much to him. They just completed a potion. That was all.

Harry fiddled with his fingers a bit in Snape's classroom. Potions with Slytherin in two periods, Harry, two more periods.

That was all Harry could think of. Just getting to talk to Draco again. He had so many questions flooding in his mind, he just needed to ask them and get them out of his system.

"Mr. Potter, I suggest you pay attention or you won't be able to complete your two rolls of parchment due tomorrow. Twenty points from Gryffindor. Pay. Attention." Snape said and bared his teeth the slightest, turning back to his board of notes.

Harry just nodded awkwardly, and went back to looking at his books and parchment.

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"You actually had fun last night?" Pansy asked Malfoy, narrowing her eyes. They were in Professor Sprout's class learning how to properly feed a mandrake. Draco still couldn't believe they were continuing this subject.

Draco nodded, "Kind of did. Doesn't matter though.. It was one night. It was just making a potion. "

It got rather quiet now, except the entire class was socializing. Finally, after what seemed after forever -

"Ahh, I see. Okay. So, you like him?" she asked with a smile.

"What! No? Never would I like Potter. That's nasty. " Draco fought back quickly, and Pansy giggled.

"I'm sure you do. I'm surprised your father hasn't heard about it yet."

"Don't bring up my father, " Draco spat, "that's none of your business."

Pansy crossed her arms and scoffed lightly, "Then don't have such a nasty attitude towards me. It's not my fault you're the snotty rich kid always bragging about your daddy. "

"Shut up, Pansy, " Draco muttered, "I wouldn't say stuff like that. Your mother is a joke, anyways. "

"You don't even know her," Pansy continued, "So shut your mouth. " she snapped back.

"You're a girl. Stop telling me what to bloody do and pull your head out of your arse." Draco snapped. He knew he shouldn't of said that.

"Then stop always telling me about how your father is going to hear about it! Always complaining to me-- don't tell that rubbish to me, go complain to your mummy." Pansy snapped

Draco clenched his jaw, "Just because your parents are poor doesn't mean you get special privileges. You're just like weasel, I swear."

Pansy's face turned completely red, and her mouth hung open. Closing it, she looked away from Draco, and decided not to say another word.

Draco rolled his eyes and went back to his potion. He could tell by the look on her face she was upset. Very, very upset.

Thankfully, the rest of the class went fast and soon Draco was walking into Potions class with the rest of his Slytherins.

"Please, please class take your seats! I suggest you all handed in your potions by now, no? " Slughorn asked, and the class just responded in a low 'yes'. A smile spread across his face and he nodded with a smile, "Excellent! Now, I know I didn't say I wouldn't make you guys write a report, but I do think that it is a good idea. So get with your partner and complete a full side of parchment for it." Slughorn said.

There was a fumble of movements as all the students got up. Harry awkwardly got his books and stood up, slamming right into Draco as the both of them dropped their ink, books, wands, and now Harry's robes were drenched in black ink.

"Damnit, Draco, are you kidding me?" Harry murmured and sent him a look, kneeling down and picking up his books.

"Sorry.." Draco murmured and kneeled down to help Harry. There was a huge mess of ink on the floor, and Slughorn came waddling over with a frown. "Oh, boys, leave everything be. I'll clean it," He said softly. Both Harry and Draco backed away. With a flick of Slughorn's wand, all the ink was cleaned up and the books were back in order on Harry's desk.

"Thank you, Professor." Harry murmured quietly and sat down with Draco. "How did you even bump into me like that?" Harry asked.

"I was going to sit down with you, but I guess you were coming to sit with me." Draco murmured quietly. Pansy looked over at them now.

"Oh okay. So that just means you're clumsy.." Harry murmured with a smile. He received a soft shove from Draco.

"Oh, quiet, Harry. You're just as clumsy as I am." he said gently, and Harry smirked lightly, letting a chuckle escape his lips.

Pansy smirked to herself now. She knew just how to get back at Draco this time.

"Okay, let's start writing." Draco said. Harry nodded and went to go dig in his bag, placing a clean role of parchment on his desk.

That until, with the professor not noticing, a crumpled piece of paper landed in front of him on his parchment.

Harry picked it up, squinting at the small letters written across it.

Meet me after class in the empty third corridor.

That was all the note said. It certainly didn't look like anyone's handwriting he knew. Shoving the note in his pocket, he sighed softly and continued his work.

Pansy then stood up and went to walk up to the professor's desk, but on her way slipped a note in Draco's robes that told him to meet him in the same place, two minutes after Harry's time.

Draco, once he felt the weight in his pocket, pulled out the note, read it over a few times, and shoved it back in his pocket. He was confused, but would deal with it later on.

"Okay, I think we should start out how we made the potion. And then we can continue on how it all unfolds and creates one big and advanced potion. " Draco explained.

Harry just nodded, "Sure, yeah, sounds great. " Harry murmured.

"Are you alright?" Draco asked, narrowing his eyes at him.

"I have a lot of questions to ask you," Harry blurted to Draco. Draco was quite surprised at Harry's sudden boast, but he just smiled and nodded.

"Okay, very well, what is it?"

"Well-.. Well," Harry went to say. He didn't know which question to even start with. "Wh-.. Erh.. "

That's when the Amortentia potion slipped into his mind. Should he ask him about that? No, then Draco would think Harry is completely bonkers.

"Yes..?" Draco asked.

Now that Harry thought of it, he really didn't have anything to ask Draco. It's like all those questions purposely answered themselves or went away.

"Never mind.. Let's just do the bloody report." Harry murmured. Draco nodded as the two of them started on it.

"Actually.. Meet me in the same place at the library after dinner tonight. Maybe the questions will come back. " Draco said, and Harry nodded. He would agree to that.

The rest of the class went by slow for Harry, and finally when it ended, Harry made his way to the third corridor. He made no sign to Draco, or even any of his friends that he was going there. Even if Draco was going the same place as he was.

"Hello..?" Harry asked as he peered around the empty corridor, until Pansy suddenly appeared.

"Harry! So weird to see you here, hm? Well I'm just here to tell you that Draco is talking to me again. He's completely normal again, too."

"And what does that mean?" Harry asked.

"Don't you remember our deal? Now you don't have to talk to him anymore! I mean, it's not like he wanted to talk to you anyways." Pansy said with a shrug and a smile.

"He-.. What?"

"Well, he's always complaining about you now and stuff. Said you're a pain in the arse and won't stop following him around. He's just acting to made you feel better, waiting for you to let go and grow out of interest in him." Pansy explained, trying to hide the smirk on her face.

Harry felt slightly saddened at this. He and Draco were having such a good time together.. Did it have to end?

"Oh, don't be sad." Pansy said and took a step closer to him. "There are always other doors open, you know?"

"Other doors? What's tha-" Harry went to say, but was cut off as soon as Pansy saw Draco making his way down the hall. She immediately smashed her lips into Harry's and cupped his face with her hands. Harry was much too shocked to pull away.

As soon as Draco pulled away and saw the two of them kissing, his heart nearly broke in half.

Pansy knew Draco was at least growing feelings for Harry.

What a backstabbing little bitch.

Draco's mouth, still hung ajar, swooped around and rushed out of the hallway. Pansy opened her eyes slightly when she saw Draco's blonde hair turn down the hallway out of sight, another smirk coming across his face.

Harry was still in pure shock. Shoving Pansy away from him, he reached up and wiped his mouth with his forearm.

"What the bloody hell is wrong with you, Parkinson?" Harry spat at her.

Pansy just smirked, "I told you.. Other doors are open now. " She said, and turned on her heel, walking off and out of sight now.

And lord, was Harry so confused.

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Draco shoved almost every student out of the way, making his way down to the Slytherin dungeons and shouting the password at the portrait which opened the Slytherin common room. He ignored any hellos he received and made his way down to his dormitory, slamming and locking the door. Sitting on his bed, let his face fall into his hands.

"So stupid.. How could you be so stupid, Draco?" Draco muttered to himself, shutting his eyes as a single tear went rolling down his cheek.

He really never expected all this to happen. As soon as he saw Pansy kissing Harry, as soon as he saw her lips against his, those lips he had been craving for a while now.. He knew he liked Harry. He knew he had feelings for Harry. He would never want to see or even talk to Pansy again. Harry.. That's a different story.

Maybe he'll show up in the library tonight, Draco thought.

Or maybe he should blow Harry off. What if Harry enjoyed the kiss between Pansy and he? What if he did it on purpose? Was Harry the one who stuck the note in his robes, setting him up to see that? But why would Harry do that? So many questions flooded his mind at once as he shut his eyes even tighter, more tears spilling out from his silvery grey eyes.

"God, I hate everyone. " Draco murmured. Draco then stood from his bed, digging into his drawers. He pulled out an empty piece of parchment and a quill, stealing some of Crabbe's spare ink by his desk.

He needed to write to his mother.

Finally, when he finished writing, he read over his sloppily written parchment.

Dear mother,

I think I need your help. I've fallen for someone I really wasn't expecting.. But I don't think it exactly worked out. He's kissed another girl, and I don't know if it meant anything or not.. I'm so confused. Mum, it's Harry. Harry, I think I like Harry. Please write back as soon as you can.

Love, Draco.

Hesitantly, Draco carefully shoved the parchment into and envelope and traveled up to the Slytherin common room where there was at least one window. Giving his letter to one of the owls, he watched as it flew off towards the direction of Malfoy Manor.

When Draco turned around, his face slightly tear - streaked, his eyes met Pansy's. He just sent her a nasty look and made his way back down into the dungeons. Pansy seemed to be enjoying herself, for she still had the smug smirk on her face.

"Told you not to talk about my mother," Pansy muttered to herself, plopping down on the Slytherin couch and beginning to start her essay from Professor Snape.

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Harry paced back and forth in his dormitory.

What just happened?

Why did it happen?

How did it happen?

Never would Harry picture himself kissing Pansy Parkinson, or even a Slytherin for that matter. Why did she do it? There had to be some reason why.

Then his thoughts drifted to Draco. Why would Draco hate him? He would have to ask him tonight..

Tonight.

He completely forgot about that. God, he couldn't wait until after dinner. Many, many more questions began to flood into his mind. If only he asked these during Potions. It would've helped him and Draco so much.

The words kept repeating in his head;

Tonight. In the Library. After dinner.