ok, this is another story I just randomly thought of. I'm working on the next chapter of Reflections. so this one is Harry/Draco. the first one I've ever written, actually. ehm, this is set in...5th or 6th year. I'm choosing to ignore all that business about death eaters and such. so just temporarily forget that stuff, ok? ok. hope you enjoy it.

Warning: preslash, or slash, whatever you wanna call it.

Disclaimer: Don't own Harry Potter.


There's Something About Harry

Chapter One

It was common knowledge that Draco Malfoy and Harry Potter had been mortal enemies ever since they first laid eyes on each other. There wasn't even a solid reason for it; they simply hated one another. They couldn't see eye to eye on anything and bickered at every opportunity. This particular day in double potions shouldn't have been any different.

The Gryffindors and Slytherins filed into the dungeon classroom, glaring daggers at each other as usual. Both groups grumbled amongst themselves about the injustice of having to endure a class with the other house, as usual. And although there were no outward signs of any fluctuations in this routine, something had changed.

Draco Malfoy stared unseeingly into his empty cauldron as Snape called the class to order, wondering how it could have possibly come to this. Something truly horrible had happened, something that had turned his life upside-down in one swift blow, and he'd never even seen it coming. This very thing had shattered everything be believed in, taken away everything he stood for, and Draco didn't know what to do next. And who do you suppose was at the bottom of it?

Yes, it was, of course, Harry Potter who was responsible. Draco glared at the back of his head. If it weren't for him, the delicate balance and order of Draco's life wouldn't be in shambles. If it weren't for him, Draco wouldn't be doubting his health and sanity. And the stupid git didn't even know he'd done anything! No, Harry was blissfully unaware of Draco's inner turmoil, and that he was the cause of it all.

Because the fact was, even though Draco couldn't and didn't want to explain or accept it, somehow, despite the years of enmity, despite the constant fights and arguments, despite their many differences, somehow along the way Draco had fallen completely and hopelessly in love with Harry.

The worst part of it was that he didn't even know why. It was Harry Potter! The golden boy! He was insufferable! Unbearable! Intolerable! But…but still…he had such nice eyes…such a lean, fit body…such--

At this point, Draco smacked his forehead in frustration, causing several people in the vicinity to stare. He closed his eyes and tried his hardest to banish all those treacherous thoughts, but to no avail. Lately he'd been seeing Harry in a whole new light, and there wasn't a thing he could do about it. There was just something about Harry, although he couldn't say what.

Putting his common sense and better judgment aside, Draco had to look at the facts. The first, however unpleasant, was undeniable: he was in love with Harry Potter. The second, equally distressing, but also equally important: he didn't know what the bloody hell to do about it. He knew he couldn't just attempt to ignore it for the rest of his life, but he also couldn't be open about it. His reputation would be completely ruined and he'd probably be laughed out of Slytherin. It's not like he could tell Harry either. First of all, he was sure that Harry hated him with a passion. And besides that, he probably didn't like boys. Even if he did, Draco didn't have a chance anyway.

But wait. That couldn't be true! He was Draco Malfoy! No one was immune to his charms! Not even the great Harry Potter. Draco was sure he could win him over. It would be easy.

Hold on. Was Draco actually considering trying to seduce Harry Potter! He groaned inwardly. Yes, he was definitely insane.


Harry Potter looked uneasily over his shoulder and turned to Ron and Hermione. "I think Malfoy's up to something," He reported. "He's been looking at me funny ever since class started." Ron and Hermione glanced to the back of the room, and sure enough, Malfoy was gazing at Harry in a most un-Malfoyish way; his eyes were unfocused and his mouth was hanging slightly open.

"Weird," Ron said.

"He's acting…rather strangely," Hermione remarked as Malfoy hit himself in the forehead and then took up staring at Harry again. Harry silently agreed. Malfoy's unwavering gaze was quite unnerving. "Come to think of it, he's been acting oddly for a while now. I mean, he hasn't bothered you for almost a week. That has to be some kind of a record."

"He's probably planning something," Ron said darkly.

"Yeah, maybe…" Harry answered as he measured out ingredients for the potion they were supposed to be making.


Draco observed Harry and his friends looking over at him and putting their heads together. Every so often they'd steal glances back at him. He panicked slightly; what if Harry suspected something? Just in case, he resolved to insult Harry after class so that things would seem normal.

Draco decided to make his move when Snape ordered them to clean up and bring samples of their potions to his desk. He hastened to pack away his ingredients and fill a small vial with his potion. It didn't come out exactly right due to his…various distractions and considerable stress during class; the board indicated that the finished potion should be a light shade of blue, but his was more of a murky green. He didn't worry much about it, though--he was on good terms with Snape and therefore should get a passing grade on it at least. And anyway, he had other things to worry about at the moment. He hurriedly dropped off his mediocre potion on Snape's desk and immediately searched the room for Harry. He was with Weasley and Granger at their table, packing away his things. Good.

Draco fixed a sneer on his face and swaggered over to Harry, fully intending on making a snide comment about something or other. Crabbe and Goyle fell in line behind him as he approached their table. Ron muttered something to Harry, who looked up defiantly as Draco stopped in front of him.

Draco opened his mouth to speak, but his mind went completely blank as he stared into Harry's emerald eyes. Why was he standing there, again? Without thinking, he found himself speaking the first words that came to dazed and unclear mind. "H-How's it going?"

Harry opened his mouth to retaliate and then processed what Draco had actually said. He frowned and looked bewildered. Both Crabbe and Goyle's mouths fell open in confusion. Draco stood there stupidly for a few more moments before coming to his senses. He flushed and tried to think of anything he could possibly say to explain his behavior. When nothing credible came to mind, he did the next best thing: ran away.

"Stupid stupid stupid stupid stupid…" Draco muttered furiously as he raced out of the classroom, past his surprised classmates and down the corridor. What had possessed him to say that! If Harry hadn't been suspicious before, he had to be now!

Meanwhile, Harry, was still frozen with shock at his desk, staring after Draco.

"Did I miss something?" Harry said at last.

"What just happened?" Hermione questioned.

"He acted like a lovesick schoolgirl!" Ron exclaimed.

Harry looked at him in horror. "Do you…do you think?"

They stared at each other for a few moments before saying together "Nah."

"It would never happen," Ron agreed. Harry nodded, but still…Why had Malfoy acted like that? It was true--he'd been acting odd around Harry for the last couple of days. But it just couldn't be true! Could it?


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