Chapter One – "Sentimental"
"Expecto Patronum!" seventeen year old Draco Malfoy yelled, his wand thrusting upwards, towards the illusionary Dementor advancing upon him. Bright light filled the room, disguising the shape of the animal now prancing towards the Dementor. Sweat beaded Draco's forehead as he concentrated on keeping his wand steady. Finally, the animal bore down on the Dementor, vanishing it from sight.
Draco dropped his right arm, his left coming up to wipe the perspiration from his face.
"That was great!" Harry Potter exclaimed, lighting candles and breaking off a slab of chocolate.
"Thanks," replied Draco, taking the strength replenisher from Harry and beginning to eat.
Harry watched as Draco ate the chocolate and felt a warm rush of love. He could still remember the day it all began.
They were having a Quidditch match; Gryffindor vs. Slytherin. Harry had caught sight of the Snitch and was flying towards it; rolling, ducking, gliding along when he'd seen Malfoy staring. Just staring. At him.
It had completely thrown Harry and he stopped in midair, allowing the Snitch to escape, without even realising it. He got a funny feeling in his stomach as Malfoy realised what he was doing at snarled,
"Scared, Potter?" But Harry hadn't answered. He'd just stared. Stared at Malfoy's golden hair, his misty grey eyes, his clear skin; so pale and heavenly, exactly the opposite of his rough personality.
Everything seemed different; the air was fresher on Harry's face, the sky brighter, the trees taller. So different, he hadn't seen the Bludger heading his way. He was still lost in Malfoy's eyes when the ten inch ball had flown straight at Harry and whacked his head, causing him to fall off his broom.
But he didn't care about falling hundreds of feet from the sky. He'd seen the look in Malfoy's eyes. He'd seen the fear. Seen the love.
And everything had changed.
Harry shook his head lightly and tried to focus on the close up Draco, but more memories were entering his consciousness.
He'd been so messed up for ages; not understanding his true feelings, wondering if he was normal or a freak, but when he'd started seeing Draco, everything had changed. Harry became happier and Draco was less ignorant.
It had brought out the good in both of them.
"You okay, Ree?" Draco asked him, walking over.
"Sure, Dray. Just thinking." Harry replied, sitting.
"Yeah? 'Bout what?" Draco questioned, sitting next to him.
"Quidditch match last term."
"Aha," said Draco smiling. "Thought so."
Harry looked over at him and grinned. Draco took Harry's hand and kissed it, interlocking their fingers. Harry lent over and whispered, "Hope you're not going all sentimental on me, Dray," in his ear.
Draco blushed and replied, "Never, Ree."