Like most of those who follow me and have read my other stories might have realized by now- i lost all motivation to write on my other stories- I was inspired to write this story though- so i figured i'd post it- I'll try to update my other stories before the end of this month :)

Pls review! :)

The pic on this story is my inspiration.

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Harry watched Malfoy as he showed the Slytherins surrounding him the pet he had gotten over the Christmas break. He rolled his eyes snakes weren't an allowed pet on Hogwarts, but of course Malfoy of all people would be allowed to keep one. Harry was certain the blonde had gotten his father to involve the ministry, perhaps even gotten the rules changed just for his stupid git of a son.

Harry couldn't take his eyes of the snake though. It fit perfectly around Malfoy's shoulder, resting its head in Malfoys hand, its body following his arms from one end to the other. The snake had to be more then a meter long that was for sure. While Malfoy seemed to enjoy all the attention he got for having a rather impressive snake, not that Harry would ever admit that if anyone asked him what he thought of said snake, the snake itself seemed bored by the peers surrounding its owner.

Harry wondered why Malfoy had gotten a snake in the first place. Their duel in second year, where he had made a snake appear he hadn't exactly seemed fond of said snake. More like scared if Harry was honest with himself. He shook his head, turning his attention back towards Ron, who was on what looked to be his 8th chicken leg.

What was Malfoy up to?

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Malfoy brought the stupid snake with him to potions. Harry could hear the male bragging to his fellow Slytherin peers about how his father had gotten him the snake. The snake which name were something as lame as Scorpius. Who the hell named their snake something like that?

Harry had never been excellent at potions, but due to him constantly watching the snake which followed Malfoys arms as he moved then, he did even worse than usually. He wasn't sure what it was about the snake, which fascinated him. He just couldn't keep his eyes off it, which lead to him observing Malfoy.

Malfoy would allow the snake to sniff to some of the ingredients, patting its head while obviously talking to it, it didn't seem like anyone else but the snake could hear what Malfoy said, because no one else paid him any mind – except Harry, who where too far away to hear the blonde's words.

He was curious what exactly Malfoy would discuss with his snake, not letting anyone else hear it. most of all he wondered why Malfoy would discuss it in the middle of class. `

What was Malfoy up to now?

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It was approximately a month later, when Harry noticed Malfoy's looks. The blonde Slytherin seemed to take any chance he got to stare at Harry, with a rather confusing smile on his face. Harry wasn't sure what to make of it, but he tried not to let Malfoy notice, when he was staring at him as well.

Whenever he stepped into a room, he could feel Malfoy's eyes follow him all the way over to his seat, lingering on him and making the hairs in his neck stand. None of Malfoy's friends seemed puzzled by his odd behavior, which made Harry think, that maybe this wasn't odd, but completely normal for Malfoy. How had he never noticed?

Harry wasn't sure what to think about Malfoy's rather obsessive staring. On one hand, he weirdly enough enjoyed the way Malfoy's gaze on him made him feel. But on the other hand, he wanted to turn around, meet Malfoys eyes and glare at the git for staring too much. He was conflicted to say the least. He didn't feel like he could talk to either Ron or Hermione about it, simply because this was Draco Malfoy. The boy who had made all their lives a whole lot more conflict filled throughout the school years.

Harry didn't understand what Malfoy could possible hope to achieve with all his staring.

What could Malfoy possible be up to now?

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A few weeks later Malfoy pulled him aside when they walked past each other in the hall. Harry raised an eyebrow at the blonde, his eyes moving down to the snake on the other males shoulder, it was seemingly relaxed, enjoying itself.

Malfoy sighed as he looked at Harry, before he spoke.

"Father got me this snake for Christmas. I think he's trying to say something to me and I know you speak parseltongue and even though id rather jump of the astronomy tower than talk to you, can you just tell me what he is saying?"

Harry could see how tense Malfoy was and it had to have really bothered him, for him to actually ask Harry for help. Harry simply nodded, looking at the snake, who seemed to realize they were talking about it and lifted its head to meet Harry's green eyes with its own yellow ones.

Harry simply waited as the snake looked at Malfoy before turning back to look at Harry, hissing. "He is super gay for you". Harry could stop himself from snorting, before smiling at the snake and hissing back. "I thought so", with a smirk on his face.

The last couple of weeks Harry had decided to figure out what the hell those stares could mean. He had even asked Hermione, without mention Malfoys name of course. She had rolled her eyes and in her 'please Harry even you should know this' voice had exclaimed that whoever this person was, they were obvious into him. Harry had been shocked to say the least, but the last week had given him plenty of time to come to terms with the fact that Draco Malfoy was possible into him.

Malfoy's words interrupted his stream of thoughts. "What did he say?". Harry wasn't really sure if he should tell Malfoy, just what the snake had said, but decided against it. He didn't need to know his snake had outed him to his crush.

"He says hi" He said lamely, that haven been the first thing which came to mind. Malfoy snorted and mumbled under his breath, obvious annoyed with himself and the snake, before walking off without as much as a thank you.

Harry's eyes following the Slytherin down the hall.

At least now he knew what Malfoy was up to.

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