Call Me Harry (Part 3)

        The next morning, I unlock my office to find a new, large stack of papers waiting for my approval. I sigh and mentally prepare myself as I sit at the desk.
I couldn't sleep at all last night. Thinking about Potter and the advice Pansy gave me has me confused and frustrated. If Potter were to show up, I don't know what I'd do. Would I give into him? Or would I keep my pride? For years he's always been my enemy…until now. I don't even know what to call him. He might just be my sexual harasser.
I begin to delve into the reports, my mind partially wandering. It shouldn't surprise me that Potter's the main topic of discussion in my head, since he has been since I was a child, but the issues are completely different. I used to loathe him for being the "Chosen One." Always being talked about as if he was the savior of the world (well, the Wizarding World). I became obsessed with him, trying to become another savior. When the Dark Lord appointed me as his "Chosen One" I was in a state of bliss.
        Until he gave me the job to kill Dumbledore. I knew I couldn't do it. I knew I didn't have the guts to kill a man I had secretly respected for years at Hogwarts. Thoughts and fears began to arise. I began to doubt myself and the fact that the Dark Lord could win. The day Potter saved me from the Room of Requirement, I knew I was on the wrong side.
        I'm thankful the Dark Lord lost. I didn't think that I could live in such a hostile world. I miss my father but I think my life is better without the pressure of him looming over my shoulder, constantly pouring hate into my ears. His last words were praise for the Dark Lord. No loving words for my mother. Nothing for me.
        I stamp another paper and toss it into an envelope.
        I don't even remember the last few papers I've approved. I stop and pull my thoughts together. What do I do now with my current issues with Potter? Do I let him get the better of me? Or is he really trying to get something? Does he really care?
        I don't have time to finish my thoughts when the door opens and there he is. His button-up shirt is wrinkled and his tie is loose. His hair is a mess, curling this way and that. Then I notice his eyes; sagging, tired, and unfocused.
       He walks towards the desk and places an envelope in front of me, "An important message from the Head Minister. He had me look over it in his office but he wants you to read it as well and approve it."
       Before I can reply, he's gone.
       Something is wrong. He's never ignored me like that. He's always making sly remarks or poking fun at me. He didn't even look me in the eyes. I don't know whether to celebrate or worry. I hope he's alright. Not that I care. I mean…do I?

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      I sent Potter an owl.
      I used one he wouldn't recognize from Pansy and wrote a time and place to meet that night. I just want to check in on him but I don't think he'd want to talk to me if he knew I was the one who sent it. He may not even show up but I want to give it a try.
      I've reached the park where I said to meet and walk in circles around the block to clear my mind. If I really do care about Potter then, what do I do or say? Should I tell him how I feel?
      I finally sit on a bench and keep my eyes out for Potter. The air is cold so I slip my hood up over my head to keep my neck warm. I imagine his arms around me, breathing on my neck. I shiver.
      In no time, I hear his motorcycle and turn to find him dismounting it still wearing his work uniform with his leather jacket over his button up shirt. He turns and sees me on the bench. He freezes for a moment then seems to sigh as he walks towards me. I hear a thumping in my head and realize it's my heart beating faster as he gets closer. He sits at the other end of the bench and looks straight ahead. Again, no eye contact.
     "What do you want, Draco?"
     His voice is tired as he almost mumbles out the words. I watch him for a moment, his shoulders slumped as he leans on his knees, resting his head on the back of his hands.
     I turn away from him before whispering, "What do you think I want?"
     That gets his attention and he looks at me with his eyebrows raised, "How should I know what you want?"
     I get frustrated, "Well you seem to know so much, Potter so I figured you'd know why I brought you here."
     I don't know why I snap at him. I guess it's because of his change in attitude.
     He sighs angrily, "You know what, Draco? I give up. I don't even know why I even fell in love with a man like you."
     A lump gets lodged in the back of my throat as he stands to leave. Love? I feel a panic run through me and I stand to follow him to his motorcycle. He's just grabbing his helmet as I wrap my arms around his waist, "Wait! Harry! Please!"
     He tenses and I know he hates me. He's going to shove me off and leave. I feel him turn to face me and I lift up my eyes to plead once more but his lips caress mine.
     For a moment, I'm frozen, my mind racing with questions.
     I push the questions away and kiss him back. I don't care what I'm thinking. I'm going to let my body do the talking. I reach up and take his jaw into my hands to try to pull him closer. His warm lips have taken my focus and I barely notice his lanky yet strong arms wrap around my shoulders. This is bliss.
     After a few minutes of thorough snogging, which I quite enjoy, his lips leave mine and I find myself wanting more.
     "Call me Harry," he whispers.
     I look up at him, about to protest but his eyes seem to plead with me. Those beautiful emerald eyes.
     "Please, Draco. You just called me Harry a moment ago. I just want us to be equals."
     He's right. I did just call him Harry. I was so caught up with myself and my body spoke for me. I didn't even realize it until now. I try to swallow the lump that has resurfaced in my throat. I can't call him Harry. At least not while his eyes are on me. His fingers push the hair from my face and his lips kiss my forehead.
     Now.
     "H-harry," I whisper.
     I can feel his lips curl upward into a smile, "Yes, Draco? Did you say something?"
     Git. I release my arms from his neck. His fingers wrap around my wrists gently as he pulls me back into him, lips almost to mine.
    "Because I thought you just said my name," he taunts me with his warm breath.
    I can't take it. I give in.
    "Harry. Please."