Heyo, this is my first fanfiction so please be nice.

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Draco swaggered through the stony halls. His head held high nose in the air and a snobbish aura surrounding him. His robes flapped behind him in a way that would rival Snape.

"Drakie-poo," Pansy's voice rang out from his left. Draco cringed at the nickname. "Why won't you pay attention to me?" Draco looked down at the petite girl, "Why are you bothering me?" He asked coldly. Draco attempted to extract his arm from the woman's iron grip. But, she held on, "What are you thinking about?" She questioned. When Draco didn't answer, she asked, "Or should I ask who?" That got a reaction.

Pansy smirked in satisfaction when she saw pink dusted across Draco's nose. Draco quickly recovered from the unwanted emotion that showed, and dropped a mask over his face so it looked as though nothing happened. Damn you Pansy, why did you have to bring that up?

"That's what I thought," Pansy said smugly, and let go of his arm. The blush didn't escape from Blaise's notice though, as there was a chuckle heard from Draco's right. "Shut up, Blaise," Draco bit out.

Draco's little crush had spread like wildfire when Pansy found out. Damn her with her with her big mouth. It was pretty obvious really. The Draco talked about the boy All. The. Time. No matter what the subject of the previous conversation was, Draco always managed steer the topic to Harry. Even Lord Malfoy knew. Every time Draco brought up the boy in conversation, he would rant for hours, and somehow never repeated himself. Though the 'secret' had stayed within Slytherin, none of his house mates wanted to be the victim of his wrath if it ever got out of the dungeons, Draco felt as if the entire school knew. Everyday he had to deal with snickers and knowing looks of his fellow Slytherins.

Honestly, Draco, himself, didn't understand his infatuation with the Saviour of the wizarding world. Potter was a Gryffindor, half-blood, dreamy eyed, handso- dammit! Why did he half to think about the boy that way? Why did he always take secret glances at Potter from across the Great Hall, during every meal? Why did his heart skip a beat every time the boy spoke? Whether he was answering a question or they were throwing insults at each other from across corridors. Imaging pressing his lips up against Harry's full one's. Harry wrapping his small arms around Draco in a loving embrace. Every time Potter brushed past Draco in between classes, Draco wanted to push him up against a wall and snog him senseless.

Draco snapped back to the present when he heard a sneer. "Oh look, it is the bouncing ferret," the Weasel said. Draco rolled his eyes at the insult. It's Eighth year, he still hasn't grown up. It's a wonder that Harry is still friends with him. Draco looked over to Weasley's right and his heart almost stopped at the beauty of the man standing there. Potter had emerald green eyes that never failed to draw Draco in, and wild hair that always looked like the boy was freshly shagged. Draco wanted to run his hands through that hair while he kissed Potter's mouth that was ever so enticing. But, what Draco thought the best aspect of the boy, was the fact that Potter was shorter than him. Harry stood 5'5, while Draco towered over him at an astonishing 6'0. It amused Draco to no end when the boy had to tilt his head up just to meet Draco's eyes. Other times the scarred boy would just stare at Draco's chest, right where his heart was. When said boy looked over at him, he frowned and turned his head away to stare vacantly at the empty corridor. As if he was looking for something. Ugh, can this day get any worse?

Draco had woken up late resulting in him having to rush down to his first class, and missing breakfast. Let's just say that his morning class weren't so good. He couldn't focus and even got reprimanded by Snape for not paying attention. SNAPE. On top of that, his hair was deciding to be difficult today and wouldn't lay flat. He ended up gelling it back which he hadn't done since Second Year. Draco hated gelling because he couldn't run his hand through his hair which he had become accustomed to whenever there was a difficult problem on an exam or if he just felt like it. He rather enjoyed the feeling, it was his own personal heaven.

When he reached his first class, Charms, Flitwick took off ten points for him being late, which earned him a few snickers from the Gryffindor side of the classroom. When his morning classes were up, there was a food fight during lunch which required most students, including Draco, to shuffle back to their rooms to change.

The sound of running footsteps was heard as two students raced towards the small group in the hallway.

"Ron, Harry!" Was the excited shout as Granger sprinted down the hall carrying a large tome with Longbottom behind her. Longbottom raced ahead of her in a sudden burst of speed and came to a panting stop in front of the two Gryffindors.

Longbottom had actually filled out quite nicely over the summer between the war and Eighth Year. Though he kept his round face, he had grown quite a bit and gained a lot of muscle from the war. He had a scar that ran across his left cheek that slashed through the small amount of stubble that resided on his face. Most of the girls who had come back, swooned at the sight of him. No the mere thought of him. Draco would too, being his bent self, but he eyes out for one boy and one boy only.

Granger had grown into a beautiful woman with a slim pretty face and a nice, almost hourglass, figure. Her wild curls had been tamed down into waves that fell down her back in an almost artistic way. Though she was still a bookworm and a know-it-all, if she didn't open her mouth as often as she did, Draco could consider her pretty. Weasley got lucky.

"I got the boo-" Granger was cut off as she tripped over her own feet and dropped what she was carrying. The book landed, and opened on its own. "Oh no! No, no, no, no, no!" Potter yelled and dove after the fallen object. But, it was too late. A glow was emanating from the book and the pages started to flip rapidly as if being pushed by a phantom wind. Draco started to feel himself drawn towards the book. He looked around and noticed that the others were in the same predicament as him. The book dragged in Draco, Potter, Pansy, Blaise, Longbottom, Granger, and Weasley.

Draco's last thought before everything went black was; Oh, shit.

How was that. I hope it was okay. Reviews are welcomed with open arms.