A/N I in no way own any of the Harry Potter characters.
First Glance
Potions was going dreadful for Draco. No matter how much root he chopped or how many clock wise stirs he did his potion refused to turn the desired royal purple color, instead it seemed to be stuck at a rather grotesque looking shade of fuchsia. And on top of that dilemma Potter couldn't seem to keep his eyes on his own bloody cauldron or his dim witted friends. Instead he spent the majority of his time constantly glancing at Potter. Potter had a look in his eyes that Draco just couldn't seem to quite fathom. Finally after accidentally spilling some sort of unknown substance that had been lying on his table into his bubbling cauldron with a small explosion his potion turned a lovely shade of royal purple just as Snape was slinking around the room spitting out insults and sarcastic remarks about the imperfections of his classmates potions. Silently he thanked Merlin that Snape happened to be his god father for he would hate to be on the receiving in of the mans bitterness.
Potions finally came to a grisly end when Neville dropped his new wand into his cauldron causing a huge explosion that covered the whole room in a noxious slimy substance that seemed to sizzle on the students robes. A particularly large clump of slime landed on Snapes' head causing a large patch of his hair to melt away. Snape spun to face Neville so fast it seemed the devil himself was at his heels. His gaze seemed to penetrate Neville like white hot fire. While all this was transpiring the class was quickly exiting the room hoping not to be noticed. Being caught sneaking out by Snape on one of his "good" days would be bad enough, but on a day like today would prove to be deadly.
After escaping the potions classroom Draco slowly made his way to lunch hoping to avoid Pansy. Lately her clinginess was reaching an all time high. It seemed as if he couldn't even walk down the hall way without her suctioning to his arm. It wasn't that Pansy was ugly or anything, in fact she was rather stunning in her own right. Really the problem was with Draco himself. Girls didn't happen to be his preference. Of coarse no one knew this, if the so called "regal" Draco Malfoy was known to be gay that would reak havoc on his families reputaion. Not to see the family tree didn't have a stain or two on it, but a scandal was the sort of thing that caused a family such as his to remove the said stain from the family tree with any means that happened to be necessary.
Just as Draco was finishing this thought process Potter walked by with a new young lady on his arm, this one had curly blonde hair, and honey brown eyes. Seemed as if every week a new girl was on his arm. The girl was always ecstatic flaunting the title of "Potters girl" to its full potential and made sure to be seen kissing him in the hallway at least twice a day, especially in the great hall. Potter on the other hand went through these motions almost as if they were a chore. Something he really didn't want to do but was forced by some invisible thing almost like he was putting on an extravagant show that everyone was to assume was him just being himself. Draco was snapped out of these observations by Potter's new girlfriend emitting a particularly high pitched giggle when Potter had playfully swung her around in a hug but, as he was swinging her around he emerald eyes were locked dead on with Draco's ice blue ones. The intensity of Potter's glance sent shivers down Draco's spine. And with that Potter gently set his still beaming girlfriend down and led her to the Great Hall, their hands entwined, to grab some lunch.
As Draco was going up the stairs after the little scene he had witnessed he knee's felt oddly shaky. Afraid to believe the thought that was bouncing busily in the back of his mind he quickly took the shakiness as a sign he was tired and merely required a short nap. So he quickly changed directions and headed to the dungeons to what he assumed would be a very peaceful nap.