Harry Potter was a boy with dark hair, green eyes, and glasses. Obviously, or perhaps not obviously, you have read the books about him or at least heard of them. But he had really awesome round glasses, which are now universally known as 'Harry Potter Glasses', so that when I got my new glasses dozens of people kept calling me 'Harry Potter'. And Ross called me Elton John. Actually he said I looked like that one dude from the Beatles with the glasses.
But that's beside the point. This is a fun and pointless story that involves Harry Potter falling in love with Draco Malfoy, completley ignoring the fact that he's not gay, the fact that Malfoy's a slimy, cowardly git who gives a bad name to all Slytherins, the fact that Malfoy is also not gay, considering the fact that he ended up marrying Asteria Greengrass, but pretend I never said that 'cause this is so obviously noncanon that it's canon. The sensible people are now asking what on earth is happening, and I will tell them to go away, because this is by no means a sensible story. It's very illogical. It makes virtually no sense, but please ignore that at this point in time.
So one day the Golden Boy, also known as The Chosen One and The Boy Who Lived, was walking along one day when he suddenly realized that he didn't actually hate Malfoy at all, despite five years of mutual insults and general maliciousness (gosh that was a hard word to spell) and the fact that Malfoy had both tried to use the Cruciatus Curse on him during their sixth year and handed him over to That Evil Umbridge Person in fifth year. And taken points off of Gryffindor during fifth year. Wait, I didn't finish that sentence. Where was I...Ah, yes, despite (blahblahblah), he realized that he was actually madly in love with Malfoy, although there was absolutley no evidence before hand of Harry wanting to do anything other to Malfoy than strangle him. Or curse him. Or throw him in the Forbidden Forest with Aragog.
Due to some random magical mishap, at that same exact instant, Draco Malfoy The Bouncing Ferret and Cowardly Git randomly realized that he was also madly in love with Harry Potter, despite all of his previous efforts to annoy him in every way possible. And use the Cruciatus Curse on him during their fifth year. Or was it sixth year? Something like that.
The next day, which happened to be the day of the Hogwarts Express, or the King's Cross Day or Whatever They Call It In England, Malfoy and Harry met at the train station. Conveinently there was no one else around, and Malfoy turned and abruptly said to Harry; "Potter, I do believe I'm madly in love with you."
Harry stared at Malfoy for a few moments and then said simply, "That's alright, so am I."
Malfoy stared at Harry for an obscure moment and then asked incredulously, "You're in love with yourself?"
Harry glanced annoyedly at Malfoy, who was suddenly eight inches shorter than him even though Malfoy is actually taller than Harry. "No, you idiot, I'm in love with you."
"Oh, alright," replied Malfoy.
Then; they lived happily ever after.
Wasn't that a completley pointless and illogical story?