Finally, the first chapter of my second Drarry fic is up! Set in HBP for now. This is a completely different story from The Aftermath: Year Eight, but I would suggest reading it just so you can review and make me very happy.
Disclaimer: Don't own HP, blah blah blah, on with the first chappy!
Draco Malfoy sat at the Slytherin table in the Great Hall, his eyes on the ground. He had dark circles underneath them and the corners of his mouth were turned down.
"Off to bed now, pip pip," Professor Dumbledore announced. Everyone in the Great Hall bustled out towards their common rooms, but Draco stayed where he was for a moment. Harry Potter approached him. They were the only two people left.
"Hello," he said kindly. He sat down next to him.
Draco willed himself to look up at Harry, the boy he used to hate. "Hi."
"Is everything alright? I couldn't help but notice you don't look too well."
Draco sighed and stared at the bewitched ceiling. "No. I can't sleep, I can't eat... My father forced me to become one of them."
"One of what?"
"A Death Eater. I can't do it, I don't want to..." And before he could say any more, he was in tears.
"They can't force you, can they?" Harry asked tentatively, already knowing the answer. The whole situation was quite awkward.
"Of course they can. And it's too late, I'm already one of them... And... And..."
"And what?"
"He's ordered me to kill you."
Harry was not surprised at all. He looked straight ahead, then nodded thoughtfully. "You're going to," he said. It wasn't a question, it was a statement.
"N-no! Of course not!"
At this, however, Harry did look taken aback. He stared at Draco for a matter of seconds, trying to process what he had just said.
"I... I know we've had our differences in the past, Harry, but I'd be glad if we could just put those aside."
Harry found it odd hearing Draco calling him by his first name, but he liked it better than being called Potter. He nodded again, not sure what to say.
"This isn't some plot to get closer to me to kill me easily, is it?" he finally asked, a smile spreading across his face.
"No." Draco laughed, and it wasn't evil; it was relaxed. Harry felt a strange tingling sensation as Draco's hand slightly brushed past his. Draco turned a very deep shade of red.
"I'd never kill you, Harry. Never. I care about you too much for that."
Harry blinked several times, obviously quite confused. "Sorry?"
"I care about you," Draco repeated, his voice quieter this time.
Before Harry knew it, he was inching toward Draco, and Draco was inching toward him, and their lips were about to touch. When they did, Harry felt fireworks go off every which way inside of him. Draco wrapped his arms around him, intensifying the heat with his every move.
"Mmm that's it," Harry murmured as Draco ran his tongue all over the surface of his lips. He chuckled softly and started tugging at Harry's shirt. Harry didn't even care that they were in the middle of the Great Hall, he just wanted to get his and Draco's clothes off as quickly as possible.
Suddenly, someone else entered. Draco and Harry pulled apart abruptly before Ron could see that they were snogging, but it was too late. He had seen them going at it. The expression on his face was pure repulsion.
"Ron, it's not what you think⎯" Harry started to say, but Ron interrupted him.
"It's exactly what I think! I'm fine that you're gay, Harry, but you had to choose him? Out of all the other boys at Hogwarts! Malfoy?"
Harry looked extremely irate. "You can't change who I'm in love with, Ron! If you can't handle this, then I suggest you stay away from me. And by the way, he's Draco, not Malfoy!"
He got up and stormed out angrily, taking Draco's hand and dragging him with him, leaving a disgusted Ron standing alone in the middle of the Great Hall.
Ronald, Ronald, Ronald. Next chapter will be up ASAP, but keep in mind I'm also working on a FredxGeorge fic (Twins in Love). Check it out if you're a FredxGeorge twincest fan! And don't forget to review, alert and favorite. Thanks a bunch! The more reviews I get, the faster I will update!