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Potter's Little black book
If you don't like slash, then don't read it. It's as simple as that.
Draco/Harry Pairing - Drarry
Romantic Slash
Draco Malfoy watched Harry Potter out of the corner of his eye with a sneer of disdain creeping across his marble lips.
Potter was sitting with know-it-all Granger and Weasel at a secluded, lamp lit table at the very back of the library. The three of them were pouring over a thick book, most likely something Granger had found and laughing to themselves, sharing private jokes. Immature of them, really.
He let his eyes wander back to his own work, a potions essay that needed to be completed by tomorrow, or his own Godfather would be forced to fail him.
His brow furrowed in concentration as he scribbled down a load of bullshit nonsense that made him sound smart, before he pushed the parchment filled with his neat calligraphy away from him to dry. That was worth at least an E or an A, he thought smugly.
He looked back over to Potters table, and was surprised to see that two thirds of the Golden Trio had deserted him. That was odd, know-it-all and weasel usually stuck to the Chosen One like they had a binding curse put on them.
Potter didn't seem to mind being deserted, instead, he was bent over a scroll of parchment, hastily scrawling on it for a moment or two, before he too got up and left the table, stuffing his parchment and battered quill into his bag. Draco watched Potter leave the library, happy to know that he was no longer in the presence of any Gryffindor douche bags.
And then he noticed a small rectangular object, discarded on the floor where Potter had been sitting not two minutes ago.
Draco pushed his chair back and stood up, trying not to call attention to himself. He straightened up his neatly pressed black suit and strode over to the table, bending down to examine the object.
It was a notebook.
Draco picked up the small battered leather bound book and unwound the worn string that held it closed.
A ton of loose photographs and yellowing pieces of parchment fluttered to the floor at his feet.
Bending down to pick them up he almost yelped at the sight that met his eyes. On the floor were scattered photographs of him! Draco playing quidditch, Draco strolling through the school grounds, Draco alone at the Black Lake, Draco on Platform 9¾, Draco with his friends, Draco at the Yule Ball, and many, many more.
What the fuck? Had Potter been following him ever since their second year? He must have been to get his hands on these photographs.
But Draco couldn't bring himself to feel scared, or stalked or even angry. Instead the only feeling that washed through him was flattery and…. Happiness. What the hell?
Draco straightened himself up, shoving the photographs back inside the book before anybody could read them, and then he dropped down in Potters empty chair and began to slowly read the slanted scrawl on the yellowing parchment of the book.
December 1st
Oh Merlin, Draco thought, this one was dated today!
December 1st
He's watching me. I can see him out the corner of my eye. All lovely blonde hair and that gorgeous face. Merlin I just want to…. But Hermione and Ron would never understand. Hell, Malfoy himself would never understand. Not in a million years. And it hurts so badly to love someone and not have them care whether you exist or not…
Draco slammed the book shut, an embarrassing crimson blush heating up his face. He couldn't read anymore. He just couldn't. Potter was so damn careless, leaving this thing lying around for anyone to find!
He stood up from the table, clutching the book tightly in his clenched fist, and stormed out of the library, forgetting all about his essay.
He needed to find Potter, now!
And he found him alright, sitting alone on the crumbling old stairs to the disused Astronomy tower, head in hands, messy hair sticking up very which way.
'Potter.' Draco said gruffly, startling the sitting boy. Harry sprung to his feet, wand drawn in a defensive stance.
'Calm down you idiot. I came to return your this.' Draco dropped the black book at Potter's feet with a sneer.
Potter's face turned scarlet and he took a step back from Draco's glare.
'I read your diary, Potter. And to tell you the truth, I don't know whether to be flattered that I have a follower or have you expelled for stalking?'
'Just shove off already, Malfoy. It wasn't real… I… I didn't write that.'
'Liar.' Draco sighed, 'You wrote it. And you meant every word of it.'
And this is exactly what happens when I end up with too much time on my hands and nothing to do. You get Drarry slash.
I admit, I'm quite fascinated by a Draco and Harry or a Draco and Hermione relationship, don't ask me why.
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