分卷阅读13（2 / 2）

“I’m not quite finished.”

“Go anyway.”

He heard the rustle of Harry’s clothing as he stood. His heart jumped to his throat as he heard the bedroom door click shut. This was his only chance, and he was letting it slip through his fingers. He rolled over, his head spinning as he stood up too fast, or maybe it was the adrenaline. He tore open the door and raced across the room, grabbing Harry’s wrist just as he reached the door to the hall. Harry stiffened at his touch but didn’t turn around.

Draco pulled gently at his arm until Harry turned to face him. Harry swallowed visibly.

The silence between them physically pained him, but none of the words flying through his mind felt right. Harry opened his mouth to say something idiotic no doubt, something ruinous, something that wouldn’t make the mess of words he had spat out before any clearer. He had to stop him.

Draco fisted his free hand in the collar of Harry’s shirt and pulled him closer, willing himself not to think about how terrible an idea it was to even make eye contact with this man for another second.

“Malfoy.”

The sound of his own name shook him from what must have been a momentary instance of insanity. He let go of Harry’s wrist, letting the hand clutching at Harry’s shirt fall to hang limply. He turned away from Harry shaking his head.

“Sorry. I wasn’t thinking straight. Go.”

“Are you sure?”

“Even if I wasn’t, I don’t have a choice.”

Harry sighed.

“You might want to change the password.”

“You might want to forget it,” Draco replied, without turning around.

“I don’t want to,” Harry replied. The entrance opened, seemingly more slowly than it ever had before, and still Harry was gone all too quickly.

“Idiot. You fucking idiot,” Draco murmured.

Harry hurried down the hallway back to his rooms.

“I love you, Malfoy. I love you, Draco. I love you, I’m sorry,” he whispered to himself. “See, it’s not that hard to say.”

Yet he couldn’t say it. He couldn’t say it out loud, not when Draco was there to hear.