Shadowed Love

This will essentially be a love story between Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy. Much of it will consist of teen angst and confused feelings. The story will not jump into sex like some stories. It will be drawn out with things like kissing and hugging. If you don't like it, don't read it.

Harry Potter, a boy of tall stature with messy dark hair, ran up the stairs to the boy's dormitory in Gryffindor Tower. He had forgotten his Charms notes and requested from Professor Flitwick that he may go and retrieve them from his trunk in his room. Being a fair teacher, Professor Flitwick gave him a charmed 15 minute hall pass, any longer than that and the pass would disappear, as that was the professor's specialty.

Harry rummaged through his trunk and found his notes underneath his Invisibility Cloak and the Marauder's Map. He proceeded to run down the stairs of the tower and out through the Fat Lady's portrait. Answering his question of "I wonder how many minutes I have left of this pass?" the pass he was clutching in his hand disappeared. "Shit," he thought, "How does Professor Flitwick expect me to get from his room to my tower and back in 15 minutes? I can't run through the halls, Filch'll have me skinned if he caught me."

And, as Harry finished this thought, he heard the drawling voice of his enemy, Draco Malfoy, say, "Well, well, well Potter. Out of class without a pass I see. Skipping perhaps? That will earn you a detention with Professor Snape this Friday afternoon."

"Shove it Malfoy," said Harry, before he could stop it from coming out of his mouth.

"And that will cost you 15 points from Gryffindor," Malfoy smirked.

Harry smirked right back at him. "You can't now that Umbridge is gone. The Inquisitorial Squad no longer exists. You have no power over House Points anymore."

The smirk from Malfoy's face was wiped off. "It seems you aren't as stupid as I thought you were Potter. Umbridge was the best thing that ever happened to this school. I can't believe they are still letting that old fool Dumbledore run this school. Especially after what he did to the Minister of Magic."

"You know very well Dumbledore is not senile as the Daily prophet suggested. Fudge told everyone what he had seen and Dumbledore was single-handedly responsible for getting rid of Voldemort at the Ministry. But he was not the only one responsible for putting a few of Voldemort's best Death Eaters back in Azkaban." At this, Malfoy's face turned a deep shade of red, an unusual sight for Harry, as Draco's face was most often a pasty white.

"You leave my father out of this Potter," his voice had become dangerously quiet. Malfoy quickly did a one-eighty turn and disappeared down the hallway with Harry glaring after him.

Harry arrived back at the Charm's classroom in a fowl mood. The person he hated the most, yet loved the most tormented him everyday. "Draco Malfoy…" he thought, "with that silvery-blonde hair and those pale gray eyes. It's a sight for sore eyes …" his thought trailed off as the cat he was supposed to be charming into reading to a mouse in a cage started to claw at him.

Hermione noticed something was wrong. "Harry…" she started to ask, and then saw the dreamy state he was in and left him alone. Ron however was much more tactless.

"Hey Harry, what's wrong with you? It looks like you've just been to Trelawney's class," Ron said, chuckling at his own joke towards Professor Trelawney, who, in the previous year, had been sacked because of her uselessness at predicting events yet to come.

Harry stirred in his semi-slumber and did not answer the question; he just returned to the task at hand and managed to make the cat read a few sentences to the mouse, earning him a 10 point bonus for Gryffindor. Hermione hadn't even mastered the charm yet and was looking very pleased at Harry.

"Ron," said Hermione, in a whispered voice, "leave Harry alone. I can tell he's thinking about something." Ron silently nodded in agreement and continued to work on charming the cat, successfully turning the cat's ears yellow (it was a black cat).

Later, in the common, after all the students in 6th year had been pleasantly surprised by receiving no homework for the evening, Harry, Ron and Hermione were celebrating with bottles of butterbeer, smuggled from the kitchens. Hermione still thought it awful that all the house elves were treated as unfairly as they were, but the elves themselves were thrilled to have outside company and practically shoved sweets and other food into their hands as they went into the kitchens.

Harry decided to tell them his secret, thinking it wrong to keep his friends in the dark for so long.

"Guys," he said, making sure they were the only ones listening, "I think I like Draco Malfoy." They both snorted and continued to drink their butterbeers, brushing off his comment like it was a practical joke. Harry continued, "I don't mean like, as in a friend. I mean, like like. You know, a crush, almost…" he trailed off at their shocked looks.

Chapter 1 Ended. I hope you all like it. I thought I did pretty well at my first Harry/Draco fic! Reviews please!