Please Be There If I Remember

Chapter Thirty-Three: Valentine's Day

But for some reason, the thought stayed with him for the rest of the day, and Draco had to pretend like he wasn't itching to stare right back at Harry.

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"Who are you going to go with for Valentine's Day, Blaise?" Draco asked to distract himself from the utter turmoil he was in at the moment about Valentine's Day, just like he had been in for the past four days.

He had yet to ask Harry, and Harry hadn't talked to him in the past while either except to make plans for another lesson in the Room of Requirement.

Draco tried not to be bothered by it, but his skin was boiling under his robes and his heart was filling up with this feeling that maybe Green eyes didn't like him at all, and that's why he hadn't talked to him.

Draco wished he could run away from his thoughts, but no matter where he went, they seemed to catch right up with him. Still, he tried by distracting himself with what Blaise was saying.

"Oh," Balise said, glancing at his fingernails. "No one."

Draco smirked.

"I know when you're lying, Blaise, you can't hide that from me."

He rolled his eyes. "What if I was just pretending to lie so that you thought I wasn't, and that I was actually going out with someone when in reality I just don't care for anyone in this school and, that was the real truth all along."

"First of all," Draco said, sounding offended at Blaise's line that he didn't care about anyone in this school. "Ouch. And secondly, what a mouthful, I'm surprised if you understood even half of what you just said because I sure didn't."

"Maybe I'm just better than you," Blaise easily taunted.

"Yes, and pigs fly," Draco answered with yet another eye roll.

"If you put a levitation spell on them, they do. Thanks for proving my point."

Draco scowled when he realised Blaise was right. "Fine, avoid the question. Whatever. I don't really care, anyway."

Blaise scoffed. "Ya, because you're too busy worrying about going with Potter to bother about my problems."

Draco completely froze from where he was sitting on his bed in the dorm.

"What?" He asked, and it came out slightly choked and garbled.

"You heard what I said. It's so obvious it's actually insulting that you're shocked."

"I'm not—"

"Yes," Blaise said, leaning forward from where he was resting against his bedpost, homework long forgotten on the bed behind him. "And pigs don't fly."

Draco kind of wanted to punch him in the face, but, using all his gathered strength from deep within his core, he refrained. It was close, though. Very, very close.

He took a deep, settling breath. Then, "I so do not want to go out with Harry!?" (Okay, that was a lot less calm than how he wanted that to come out.)

Blaise, the bastard, had the actual nerve to laugh.

It was a quick, blown-out sound that echoed across the room, mingling with Draco's sudden fast breaths and flying through the room. He thought it sounded awfully like a horse.

"Harry? You're on a first-name basis now? Now this is something to commemorate," Blaise said with another trademark snort. "I honestly wish I could see that again, Draco. You have to find me a pensive, Theo has got to see this."

"Theo will not be seeing anything, Blaise, you hear? And you can't tell anyone, swear on it. If he ever found out..." Draco was full-on panicking now.