Curse Harry Potter.
What more is he apart from a Gryffindor, Dumbledore's favourite student, and the Dark Lord's foe?
Boys want to be him, girls want to be with him. I would never want to be like him. Never. Harry Potter is a fool, who doesn't know what's good for him. He hangs around that pathetic Weasley and know-it-all Mudblood everyday. And he thinks he's so brave, so well-liked.
I'm sure I hate him.
But if I hate him…why do I keep thinking of those bright green eyes? Why does his smile take up my entire mind? Why is it that when I start thinking of him, I think of nothing else?
It's like a sinking obsession, and I'm going deeper into it. During lessons, I'll think of him. Thinking of him with his green eyes sparkling, and thinking of kissing him. Thinking of being in his wondrous embrace. All this when I'm supposed to hate him. It's atrocious.
And now, I can't seem to concentrate on Potions. He's in my class, of course. Oh, how I enjoy watching Professor Snape being mean to him. His beautiful green eyes would display so much rage, but he doesn't dare to talk back. If he could unleash all that anger within him…he would be a very successful Slytherin. But of course the cursed boy is in Gryffindor now.
"Potter! What does the mixture of arpweed and powdered root of fintree give you?"
"I don't know, sir," he said, his eyes flashing with that beautiful rage.
"Obviously Mr Potter doesn't like reading up on Potions very much," the professor said, smiling nastily.
Potions lesson ended, meaning that the bullying session had ended too. I smirked in Harry's direction. He gave me a look, then ignored me, as usual.
There are times when I feel ashamed of myself. Me, Draco Malfoy, Slytherin…actually in love with Harry Potter, that insufferable Gryffindor? And besides, I never actually thought that I would like a boy. But now… Oh well, times have changed. The world's more open now, isn't it?
Sometimes I wonder if Potter feels the same way, which is, of course, impossible. That heterosexual is obviously smitten with Cho Chang, although he knows she doesn't like him. Matters of the heart are so confusing, especially where infatuations and crushes are concern. And of course, unrequited love is a terrible thing.
I gave one last glance at Potter's direction. He was laughing and joking with that irritating Weasley and foolish Mudblood, and of course, some of his other friends and admirers.
I admit that I envy Potter. He has the type of popularity that I'll never have. He is never alone, and he has friends to confide in. Me? I only have myself. Crabbe and Goyle are so dull and dense that they'll never understand anything I say to them, least to say give advice. Yes, Harry Potter's popularity is one of the things I crave and want.
And so is Harry Potter.
"Let's get back," I said to Crabbe and Goyle. They grunted and followed me. Sometimes I wonder if I'm talking to a bunch of pigs.
Suddenly, I felt a hand being placed on my elbow. I looked and saw Pansy Parkinson. Oh great.
"Ooh Draco…how about lunch together?"
"Not today," I said, pushing her hand away. She shouldn't be allowed to do that. They should have a school rule banning girls from putting their hands on boys' elbows.
"Why not, Draco?" she said, smiling and grabbing hold of my hand now.
"I'm not in the mood for lunch with you. Go find your other girl friends and stop bugging me." I tried to wrench my hand free from hers but she was gripping it tightly.
"Oh no. Not this time." She grinned. Oh man. What was she trying to do?
"Pansy..." I said, feeling my patience wearing thin. Patience was never one of my virtues. In fact, I don't think I have any virtues.
Then before I could stop her she had tiptoed and planted a kiss on my…cheek. Fortunately it wasn't the lips, but I was still disgusted. "Ack! Pansy! Go away!" I managed to wrench my hand free.
I walked away as quickly as I could. She came chasing after me.
"Why Draco? Don't you like me?" she said.
This girl obviously doesn't know her limits. "No. Now go away."
"I don't believe you," she said.
And Harry Potter chose this inopportune time to walk past.
"Having girlfriend problems, Draco?" he asked, laughing together with Weasley and Granger. He had a nice-sounding laughter. But currently...I had to get rid of Pansy.
Of course! What better way to get rid of her than to…
"Pansy, I'm gay," I said honestly. I was pleased to see Harry Potter stop in his tracks, and walk back. His friends followed, of course. How could they want to miss this chance to mock me?
"I don't believe you," she said stubbornly. I rolled my eyes.
"What? Malfoy is gay?" Harry said. Weasley grinned.
"What do I have to do to make you believe me?" I said.
"Nothing. I will never believe you," she said.
"I'm gay and I'm in love with Harry Potter," I said. Harry stiffened slightly. By this time, a small crowd had gathered to see what the commotion was about.
"You what?" Weasley said.
"Ha! That's getting more atrocious by the minute. How do you expect me to believe that?" she said, smiling as though she had won.
Argh. Curse that girl. This calls for drastic measures. Not to mention quite pleasant ones.
"Watch this," I said. I turned to Harry Potter and grabbed his collar, pulling him close. Then before he could catch on to what I was trying to do, I pressed my lips onto his.
Oh boy, I had wanted to do that since second year.
Potter finally realized what was going on and pushed me away. "Malfoy! What do you think you were doing?!"
"Nothing." I shrugged. "I'm trying to make Pansy believe me. Do you believe me now?" I turned to Pansy, who was staring at me in horror. The whole crowd was also looking at me in shock.
I grinned, pleased with myself. Potter was obviously horrified, and so were his friends. Smirking, I walked out of the staring crowd, with Crabbe and Goyle following me.
It's not the end yet, Potter.