First attempt on Draco/Harry.. I'm actually quite pleased with it myself, but please please let me know what you think :) This is chapter 1 xD (obviously (: )

Disclaimer: I don't own.. anything.. /weep

If anyone were to ask Draco Malfoy to describe what he thought of Harry Potter in only a few words, 'courageous' would certainly not have been mentioned. Neither would 'brave' or 'bold' or any other words associated with the aforementioned ones. Words like 'kind' or 'helpful' would not even have been considered, and 'friend' would most likely have been punished with a great deal of pain. But perhaps 'sexy' or 'fiery' could've crossed his mind. Not that he'd ever admit it, nope, not in a quadrillion years, of course. But it would've been there, in the back of his dark thoughts.

Because to Draco Malfoy, Harry Potter was an odd symbol resembling his total opposite. And during the last few weeks, the blonde had begun to realise that perhaps the Muggle saying 'Opposites attract' had something to it. Either way, Draco was beginning to look at Harry Potter in a completely different light.

Not in those pink lights people usually describes as 'love'. Oh no, definitely not 'love'. The word 'love' made Draco Malfoy laugh.

So, no, not a pink light.

Perhaps just a little bit less black.

Strolling down the many hallways paved with stones of black granite, Draco Malfoy was trying to figure out, what exactly his feelings towards Potter were. He knew what he felt about the filthy Mudblood, always showing off and pretending to be much smarter than everybody else. He also knew that he'd never willingly breathe the same air as the ignorant Weasley.

But as for Potter, Draco felt like he was hitting his head against a wall. A wall made of very tough bricks. He knew that he was supposed to despise him, hate him, and want to jump around on his dead corpse. But he couldn't bring himself to feel this. It was as if his emotions were a large, grey mist, a mist he constantly tried to catch with his bare hands; but it slipped away every single time.

Letting out a sigh, Draco finally reached the goal of his long journey: The Room of Requirement. He closed his eyes and thought about what he needed most of the time, but then he realised that he did not want the usual room filled with old, stored up junk. What he needed at the moment was a sanctuary, a place he knew nobody else would find. But nonetheless, Draco had a serious amount of fixing in front of him; the Vanishing Cabinet had to be done in time.

As the door appeared, Draco quickly scanned his surroundings to make sure that he was alone before opening it and gliding through the narrow crevice between the stonewall and the wooden door.

-

A few meters away, just around the corner, Harry Potter was finding himself exhaling heavily, not knowing he had been holding his breath for this long. As soon as the door to the Room of Requirement slammed shut, Harry knew that he had nothing more to do at this place. He couldn't find any confirmation, but still, he was sure that the tall, slim shade entering the room had been Draco Malfoy. And deep within his guts, he felt quite annoyed that the Slytherin had taken the liberty of occupying his room, his haven, his place to think when the buzzing atmosphere at the Gryffindor common room became too much.

He was also somewhat happy that it was Draco Malfoy who had entered the room, even though he'd walked all the way down there to enter it himself.

This was, of course, because Harry knew that if Draco was in his room he'd at least know where he was. It had absolutely nothing to do with the young Potter thinking that if anyone had to disturb his sanctuary, he was glad it was Malfoy. Not at all. Because Malfoy was an unnecessary mark on his Marauder's Map, a person Hogwarts would be better off without. A person Harry would be better off not knowing. Indeed.

Speaking of the Marauder's Map, Harry was fumbling around in his pockets to find that exact old piece of parchment. He had to make sure that Filch was not around, or any other teacher for that matter. Getting caught whilst sneaking around in the hallways would not be a great idea. He'd experienced that more than enough times already.

Pulling forth the Map, Harry almost inaudibly whispered, "I solemnly swear that I'm up to no good" and tapped it lightly with the tip of his wand. Slowly, the black ink started to spread across the paper, drawing a delicate web of thin lines. Black dots appeared and showed the location of every student, of which the main part was sleeping in their dormitories. But a few dots were moving around the hallways. Harry quickly noticed 'Argus Filch', the grumpy and very despised caretaker of Hogwarts, moving slowly from one end of his office to the other, the end in which Harry knew his bed was placed. He imagined the aged man in fluffy, pink slippers and suppressed a chuckle. At least he wasn't strutting about in the corridors.

Harry also, to his great surprise, noticed that 'Albus Dumbledore' and 'Minerva McGonagall' were both marked with black dots in the Headmaster's office. He didn't want to know what was going on, and merely hoped that they were having tea as he continued to examine the map. It seemed as if nobody was around to catch Harry on his journey in the dark hallways, so the black-haired boy decided that it was time to turn in and get some sleep. He stretched his weary body and paced quickly around the corner and across the room, passing the wall where he knew the door to the Room of Requirement would appear to anybody in need of it.

As soon as said door started to appear and caught the attention of his emerald eyes, Harry froze in place. Way too late, he realised that he had left his Invisibility Cloak in his dormitory, nicely folded in his trunk. The door squeaked as it opened, allowing the young Malfoy to step out of the room and face Harry Potter, both of their faces quickly arranging into surprised masks.

-

Draco had been meandering around in a pointless pattern between endless shelves of dusty old crap that nobody wanted, not once even glancing at the Vanishing Cabinet. He couldn't get Harry Potter out of his head; it was as if the boy he couldn't stand had conquered his mind and refused to leave him alone. The black hair, the handsome body and those very, very captivating eyes...

Draco stopped his pacing to slap himself.
"Stop thinking like that, that's sick," he said loudly, knowing that nobody else was able to hear him.

But still, the face marked by that unique scar and wearing those round glasses was stuck in his thoughts. He was supposed to hate Harry Potter, the boy had caused him nothing but misery throughout all of their years at Hogwarts. But he didn't. Not any more. Which was, of course, a completely whacked way of thinking.

In the end, Draco gave up his attempt to occupy himself and headed towards the door. He opened it, and it squeaked as it always did. Stepping outside and almost turning around to shut the door behind him, Draco heard himself gasp before he even realised why. Harry Potter, the same Harry Potter that he'd been thinking about few moments ago, was standing in front of him, staring at him with the same disbelief he knew his own eyes radiated.

-

"Oh," was all Harry could say. With a rapid motion, he shoved the Marauder's Map inside of his robes and cleared his throat. Malfoy didn't reply, didn't even think of anything as intelligent as 'oh'. He quickly slammed to door to the room behind him and stepped forward, scared breathless that Harry knew what he'd been doing (or trying to do) in there.

But in truth, all that Harry could think about was how handsome Draco Malfoy looked without that evil sneer plastered to his face. How the moonlight shining through the windows at their right side made the blonde's face seem so much more beautiful. And, of course, how much he wanted to punch himself for having these thoughts. But he figured that it would be suspicious, beating himself up in front of Malfoy for no real reason.

The other one was having very similar thoughts, the only difference being that Malfoy did not care for the moonlight. There was no way Harry could look sexier than he usually did. He realised how great the urge to kiss those soft lips really was, and instantly he tried to convince himself that he'd rather shout a curse at them. But when the lips parted so that Harry could breathe through his mouth, Draco was burning with desire. He snorted.

-

Harry accepted the snort as a way of telling that Draco wanted him out of his way – fast. So instead of starting a conversation, Harry whirled around on the ball of his foot to find the nearest exit.

Not realising that the glimpse of hatred in the other ones eyes perhaps could really be a sign of his longing, he began pacing towards the stairs that would lead him to the Gryffindor common room. He heard footsteps behind him and recognized them as Malfoy's, not that he'd know how Draco would kind of drag his feet across the floor, and he knew that the Slytherin was retreating to his own dormitory as well. This had been their first meeting without insults flying across the room, and Harry had to admit that he would've liked it to last a bit longer. Just so that he could watch Malfoy breathing or whatever he was doing. But he knew it was unrequited. To Malfoy, Harry was nothing but an obstacle blocking his path.

And what did it matter anyways? Draco was as much of a Death Eater as that scumbag Lucius Malfoy, and he'd never be anything else to Harry than a follower of Voldemort. Besides, Harry was in love with Ginny Weasley, the sister of his best friend. And things were supposed to be that way. Right?

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