Hi students of Hogwarts! ^_^ I have had a burning passion for Drarry and i finally decided to write my own. This is not my first Fanfiction but i hope you like it all the same! Please comment, favorite, and such! :) i promise i will always get back to you. This story is dedicated to the love life i wish my friend had and to the one i have a crush on myself.
Draco sat quietly in his seat as Voldemort once again preached to his followers about his plans, what they are doing, and all his hatred and anger about Harry listened as he heard The Dark Lord go on about the same things everyone else he knew did, and how the others agreed and joined in with him. Draco nodded and added a few small things here and there to not seem out of place but in all honesty, he did not know how he felt. He honestly found Harry to be quite attractive but he would never admit this to anyone, even himself. His stomach also got all bubbly when Harry was around, which GREATLY bothered Draco but he was determined to ignore it. Draco didn't understand all that he felt or may have thought, but one thing he did know and understand was that he did not HATE Harry like he was suppose to. DISLIKE, sure(but he was also beginning to question this) but hate? No. These questionings, thoughts, and sensations honestly confused Draco to no end. He HATED Harry for being a disgrace, for "killing" Voldemort, for shaming his blood and family, just for being born, but this was what he was always taught, he did not know if he should not feel these things. And he did not know if he should even care about Potter. At the thought of caring about Potter, Draco mentally slapped himself, he would never, NEVER care about a disgusting thing like Potter….but maybe…maybe he didn't think all those things he grew up being taught to think. But that was wrong and Draco knew if he ever told anyone about this, he would be killed. Honestly, Draco liked Harry, and anticipated seeing him after each summer. In these moments sitting here, he truly missed seeing Harry, he knew it too, but wouldn't admit it. Draco also worried about Harry, because it seemed that every time school started back up again, Harry had bruises. They went away in the first week of school and it seemed no one ever noticed but Draco did. He saw how Harry tried to keep his sleeves down, and he saw that when they went up while he worked in class, there were marks. Black and blue ones, grey ones, and yellowish ones. And there were also cuts and scars. These things concerned Draco greatly for reasons he could not understand. He also noticed that in the first week of school, Harry always wore fingerless black gloves. One year he saw a red-like make on Harry's lower neck looking like a part of a rope shape. This bothered him, the fact he was analyzing Harry's neck(don't ask him why, he was shocked enough) but also the mark there. Sometimes he wondered what were these marks but he never gave it much thought. He hated Potter, he didn't care what happened to him. He laughed when he heard that something bad had happened to him, yet…..he had this strong feeling of guilt and distress whenever he "laughed" or hurt Harry himself. Sometimes when Draco thought really hard about Harry, he wondered if he…maybe…sort of…kind of had feelings for him? Yes, Draco was gay, a closet gay, he had known this for a very long time but he also knew if he ever told a soul, they would torture him. But to have feelings for Potter?! Preposterous. He couldn't. He wouldn't. What would his father think? Draco discreetly shivered in his seat a bit at the thought of what his father would do to him if he found out he may possibly, maybe liked Potter, if he was gay, or if he even HAD these thoughts. He would be trashed emotionally HORRIBLY and he could be tortured. Lucius had always been quite rough with Draco. He would emotionally abuse Draco to a GREAT extent yes, but he could sometimes get violent. Draco went over the many memories that he had of his father breaking and throwing things(never landing a hand on HIM of course), and then he would jinx Draco. From making him thin to making him have horrid sicknesses that sometimes changed his skin color to a greenish tint but clearly green. And ever since the Dark Lord had arisen, Luscious had gotten much harder and worse. Especially when HE was around. For these things, Draco feared his father and tried to be everything he was suppose to be. In fact, Draco tried very hard to be like everyone else, a secret he kept well hidden and disguised. Many saw him as a leader, but truly, he was a follower. He feared what would happen if he was not what everyone wanted him to be.
As the meeting came to a close, Draco got up and waited for his mother to escort him out. The whole time he went to his room by his mother, his thoughts continuously led back to Harry. The famous luscious black haired boy on Draco's mind.
^_^ hope you liked it. I will try to update every one-two weeks. I already have some chapters saved up so I should keep you waiting.