Forbidden Love...

A/N Okay….. so this is my very first fanfic EVER… So. dont hate me if it is bad. I am trying. :]

Okay so this is their final year at Hogwarts, it is however, after the war. Some students decided to stay at Hogwarts for another year to complete their studies since they had been away from Hogwarts during the war, or because Hogwarts was not the same when Snape was headmaster.

So this is a Drarry fanfic and is rated…. T? i suppose. there won't be tooo much smutty stuff but their will be angst and fluff and smut mixed in there. Hopefully you like it. 3 (i am literally writing this off the top of my head. i have no idea where this is going.)

Ch.1 Hope in flames.

No. No no no no no. NO. There was no way. No way the he-Harry Freaking Potter for crying out loud, could possibly love Draco Malfoy.

But he did.

Much to Ron and Hermione's dismay (being two out of the three who knew, Ginny being the other), Harry found himself infatuated with the boy who had been his rival ever since Harry's very first day at Hogwarts. Ginny on the other hand was extremely excited about all of this. It was quite peculiar for her to react the way she did when Harry told her. Harry and Ginny had just broken up, and Ginny was rather heartbroken. Knowing he had to explain all of this mess to her, Harry decided it was best to tell her. Instead of being mad or falling apart, she seemed quite… Proud.

"Harry! Why didn't you tell me this before?" Ginny said three weeks ago when he told her.

"I… I just… I guess it was hard to admit to myself. I mean… He's supposed to be my rival Ginny! Not someone who I want to be with. Besides, I'm supposed to be the 'Boy Who Lived'! No a damn poof. I wasn't supposed to be gay… I-"

"HARRY." Ginny had cut him off, looking appalled at how Harry was speaking about himself. "Listen to me Harry. Yes, we dated. Yes, I was.. upset when you broke it off, but I understand Harry. I am NOT mad at you, I am actually very happy for you. I am so glad you have found who you truly are! You have been so lost lately and all I want is for you to be happy. It doesn't matter that you are gay, or that you love Draco Malfoy for shit's sake! I love you Harry. For who you REALLY are. Go get him. You deserve it."

"It really isn't that simple Ginny."

The truth was, that it really wasn't that simple. He couldn't just walk up to his enemy and proclaim his love to him! Harry wasn't even sure if Draco was gay or not. Sure he never seemed to have a girlfriend… but what did that prove? Harry always noticed (Not that Harry watched Draco from afar. No, no… Not at all) that what he presumed were attractive girls would attempt to converse with Draco in a flirty manor. Draco usually just stared into space or declined the girls many offers to go somewhere together. Harry could feel his heart flutter every time he saw Draco refuse another offer from his many admirers…

"Ugh." Harry fell back onto the pillows of his four-poster bed where he had been thinking about this mess. It was the middle of the night and he couldn't seem to take his mind off of the blond boy that so often plagued his mind. It had been about 2 weeks since he told Ron and Hermione he was gay. They figured the Malfoy thing out by themselves because of how often Harry would glance at Draco or become flustered when they greeted somewhat awkwardly in the halls. He was surprised how Ron and Hermione had taken it. Better than he expected them to. They didn't mind him being gay… Although it made Ron a bit uncomfortable. Hermione said it was hard to understand how he could possibly fall for Draco after everything he had done. Ron on the other hand was not so pleased. He yelled at Harry for betraying him and for being so foolish. Harry expected this to happen… Ron would come around eventually. They were best friends and nothing could come between that. Not even the likes of Malfoy.

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"OUT OF MY WAY." A very flustered Malfoy half shouted, half growled at a very lost first year. Malfoy stomped from the Great Hall all the way to the dungeons in a particularly bad mood. Malfoy had just caught a rather embarrassed looking Harry Potter staring at him for the third time during dinner. Malfoy didn't know what had set him off… He just couldn't take it anymore. So he got up and stormed out.

"Damn him! Damn Potter. What does he think he's doing? Staring at me like that. With those eyes. DAMN HIM. How dare he? Who does he think he is?"

Draco was now pacing the empty Slytherin common room shouting to himself in his head. He collapsed on the couch with a loud huff. Closing his eyes, he rubbed his temples wondering why the hell he ever bothered to come back here…. Even if he already knew that answer. He did not come back to be with his so called 'friends'. He came back for that damn Potter. For those green eyes. Not a sinister green like Slytherin possessed… But a piercing, beautiful, clear green encircled by the silver rim of those glasses. Draco had known from the day Harry Potter swooped down on his broom in the middle of the fire to save him. To save Draco Malfoy. The boy who was terrible to Harry… The boy who was a death eater…. They stupid stupid boy who was about to perish in flames. But he looked up from the brilliant orange of the blistering fire to see a pair of crystal clear green eyes staring at him… Giving him hope. That's when he knew. That's when Draco knew. He was in love with Harry Potter.