Hello all! I've been meaning to post this story to here is chapter one. I'm up to chapter 4 in my notebook that I write in at school so I'm basically lazy but I will try to get them up as fast as I can. Enjoy it and please Review! .

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter and all that applies to it.

Probably the worst moment was when he walked into my life. At the age of eleven, I was smitten with school's most wanted man. I didn't understand at the moment what was going on, but I soon figured out that I had a crush. I mean, I thought blushing and finding loss of words was a normal reaction and that guys did it all the time. But I guess that the sizing up look and the checking out look were two different looks. Especially in the boys locker room. Boy, were they mad.

But that's not the point of my story; my point is how I got the sexiest man at Hogwarts into my arms and heart.

Enjoy. . .

"I hope you boys will behave this summer." McGonagall said, standing from her office chair. She walked around her desk to face the two boys. "Mr. Potter, Mr. Weasley. Am I clear?"

Both boys nodded. "Yes Ma'm." Harry and Ron were shooed out of Pro. McGonagall's office. They both smiled at each other before turning down a corridor.

"This is great! A whole summer at Hogwarts!" Harry exclaimed, happily. "Now I don't have to go back to the Dursley's!"

"Yeah, it's wicked! Just you, me, and no one else-"

"I can't believe this! A whole summer at Hogwarts! I'll kill Father the next time I see his bloody face!" A voice screamed from down the hall.

Harry and Ron glanced forward to see a familiar blonde prat walking their way. "What are you griping about now, Malfoy?" Harry asked.

The blonde in question looked up, angry. "My father has ordered me to stay in the premises of this bloody castle. Apparently, some of his "friends" are coming for a visit and talk business, stuff I'm not suppose to hear."

Ron scratched his head. "So uh. . . why are you telling us that?" He asked.

"Well, because I have no one else to bother." Draco simply replied.

Harry sighed and grabbed Ron's arm. "Come on mate. Maybe we can have peace on the other side of the castle."

Ron nodded and followed his best friend. "Right." He agreed. But before they turned the corner once more, Ron glanced back over his shoulder to see Draco looking down at his feet. Sadness washed over him as he walked away from the depressed Slytherin boy.

"Ow Ron! That was my foot!" Harry yelled, holding onto the bludger bat in his hand.

"Ugh. . . your starting to sound like Hermione."

"Guess I better stop before I pick out a book and burry my nose in it." He laughed.

Ron chuckled as well and put away the Quidditch materials. "Let's go back inside. Dinner should be ready." He said.

Harry nodded and followed Ron back inside. The Great Hall looked different. The tables weren't lined normally. There was only one table that stood in the middle of the Hall. Only one person sat there; a lonely blonde.

Ron nudged Harry and pointed to Draco. Harry nodded. "We'll just sit at the other end."

That wasn't really the answer he was expecting but he nodded anyway and followed his best friend to the far corner of the dining table. They sat, Harry mostly talking. Ron however, kept looking down the table at Draco.

The Slytherin was staring down at his food, in a trance actually. He had this look of emptiness that struck another part of Ron's heart. Ron had grown up with a loving family, so it was hard to think anyone could be alone.

"I guess without his cronies, poor Malfoy is all alone." Harry laughed. There was that word again, alone. Ron glared at Harry. How could he be so cold about someone, even if it were Draco Malfoy, one of the jerkiest people he's met?

"Yeah, I guess. . . Hey, we're out of rolls. Be right back." Ron said. Before Harry could protest, Ron got up and walked over to where Draco was sitting. He silently reached over for a roll which in turn caused Draco to jump.

"Oy, Weasley. What are you doing here?" Draco asked, sitting up straight.

"Just getting a roll." Ron said, grabbing one. A hand snatched his though which stopped Ron from going anywhere. "Lemme go-"

"Please. . . sit with me." Draco said in a soft voice. Ron looked to him see his face hidden and his head down. It was the most saddest that Ron had seen Draco be. Ron nodded slowly and sat with his best friends' enemy.

After a few moments' silence, Ron asked, "Why?"

Draco looked up. "Why what?"

"Why did you want me to sit with you?"

A slight blush ran over Draco's pale cheeks. He quickly looked down at his food. "Well, to annoy Potter really. . ."
Ron raised an eyebrow and looked up to see Harry with his fork halfway to his mouth. "Oh." Was all he said. He was wishing that Draco had wanted him there for company and that he enjoyed the Weasley's presence but when Harry's name came into the picture; Ron started to believe Draco's words. Maybe it was to piss Harry off.

Guess it worked. Ron moved to stand up but Harry rushed out of the Great Hall. The red head sighed heavily and ran after his best friend, without even a goodbye to Draco. When he reached Harry, the Golden Boy was right ready to scream.

"Harry, what's wrong? You just-"

"What the hell do you think your doing? Sitting with our enemy?"

Ron almost balled his hands but decided to turn red to show his anger. "He's your enemy! I don't remember ever saying I was against him!"

"You've hated him ever since you came here!" Harry yelled back.

"Harry! I've loved him ever since I came here!" A gasp was heard from Harry and from behind Ron. He turned to see Draco standing at the doorway to the Great Hall. His mouth was agape and his eyes were wide. Ron turned back to Harry to see his best friend red in the face. "Harry. . .I. . ."

"Fag." Harry spat before running off. A sharp pain struck Ron as he watched his best friend run down the hall. The urge to chase after him came over but he was stopped but a small cough behind him.

Draco had heard him too. He was still standing behind him. Ron turned to face the blonde boy. A deep blush ran over his cheeks as he stared at Draco.

No words were said between them as Draco walked over. When he got there however, "So, I'm taking it that that wasn't something to piss him off was it?" He asked.

Ron shook his head. "No. I didn't even mean to say it like that. It just happened."

"Well. . ."Draco started as he stepped closer to Ron. "Now that you have said it. . .what do you plan on doing about it?"

Ron blushed. "D-do about it?" He stuttered.

Draco smirked. "Yes, you have to take responsibility for you actions. . ." He said as he managed to back Ron up against the wall. He placed his hand near Ron's head on the stone. "Did you plan on. . .kissing me?"

Ron's blush worsened. "K-kiss you?" This wasn't what he planning. He thought that Draco was never gonna fine out and if he did then Ron was going to be suave with roses and wine. But how, Draco was turning the tables.

Draco nodded and presses closer, almost closing the gap between their lips. Ron's knees started to buckle as he felt Draco's hot breath cascading over his lips. "Just too bad I'm straight." He whispered before straightening up and walking away, leaving a breathless and overheated Gryffindor.

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