Draco POV.
He never asked to fall in love, least of all with someone he was meant to hate, but he couldn't help the way he felt, and no matter how much he denied it, the feelings were always there. Most of the time he couldn't help but wonder how it would feel to run his fingers through that unruly black hair, just to see if it felt as soft as it looked, to look into the depths of those piercing green eyes, hidden beneath those round gold frames.. jeez, why did he just have to go and fall in love with Harry fricking Potter.
"Draco! Come on man, we're gunna be late for potions!" I heard Goyle yell in my ear, pulling me from my thoughts, "Dammit Goyle, did you need to yell in my fucking ear! Dude we're gunna be fine, Snape is okay if we're late, so I really doubt he'll give a fuck" I said with a sigh, this is just what he didn't need right now, double potions with the Gryffindors, I can already guess what'd happen if anyone finds out about my infatuation, he'd be ridiculed and tormented for being gay, hell that's why he hadn't come out to anyone, the fear of not knowing how people will react.
He, Crabbe and Goyle arrived to potions class five minutes late, not caring if anyone said anything, putting on an air of indifference, entering the classroom, he almost blanched seeing that the only free spaces were on the same work bench, as potter and his pathetic followers.
"Suppose we have to sit with them" ugh "this is gunna suck so bad" Goyle whispers snidely, sigh "Guess we do, just try to ignore them" Draco mutters, as they go and sit opposite the three most irritating people at Hogwarts, and the reason for Draco' angst. "Oh, so you've finally decided to grace the class with your presence then Malfoy" Weasley snarked, I could see Granger roll her eyes at her friends words before reaching behind Harry and smacking the weasel on the back of his head, "Really Ronald, much you be such an incorrigible arse" she hissed so that Snape couldn't hear her, I couldn't help but snicker, only to receive a glare from Granger and Weasley, just when Crabbe was about to say something Harry quickly spoke up "Come on guys, not now, Snape wants this essay done buy the end of this two hours, just get done, okay?" and his friends nodded in agreement, and set about back to what they were doing, "Oh, and by the way, the essay is on the importance of Bezoar stones, and it has to be at least three pages long" Harry said to Draco, Crabbe and Goyle, with a slight nod, before picking up his quill, dipping into the ink well, and carrying on with what he was writing.
Class passed quickly, and in relative silence, apart from the scratching of quills on parchment, at the end of it, everyone handed in their three pages, yet somehow Granger managed to write seven, how she did is bloody news to me, freaking little bookworm. I laugh as someone yells out 'swat' as she walks past the front desk, and watch as she runs out of the class with Weasley hot on her tails, I notice that Potter hangs back slowly packing his back up, as I leave the class, "You guys go on ahead to the great hall, I'll catch up in a bit, just need a word with Snape" I say quickly to Crabbe and Goyle, who just look at each other, shrug, and lumber off out of the dungeons, and toward the great hall.
It doesn't take more than a few minutes until Potter steps out of class, and only a few seconds before he spots me and comes to a stop, " what are you still doing here Malfoy" looking at me icily, I open my mouth to speak, just as Filtches damned cat wandered past, "Listen, Ha~ Potter! I just wanted to say thanks for the heads up on that essay, what with the O.W.L.s coming up, all the practice is needed, right?" I say with a slight chuckle, I can't believe I nearly called him by his name, I really hope he didn't notice, "Whatever Malfoy, I only did it to stop any arguing, now if you don't mind, I have better places to be than standing here with you" and with that as his final words, he barges past me, and out of the dungeons.
I sigh heavily and slump back against a wall, what am I going to do, how I can love him I don't know, but it's as everything he does just solidifies it that much more, and sometimes, just sometimes, I think he might like me in the same way, but that's no more than an active imagination.
I shake of those thoughts and head up to the great hall for lunch. Sitting at the Slytherin table, with Pansy fawning all over me, should have made me feel slightly better, it normally did, and hell I'd probably be screwing her later just to get this bloody feeling away, I really didn't like leading the poor girl on, I mean yea, I'm gay, but I can still get it up and fuck a chick, mind this is Pansy we're talking about, and if she kept her mouth shut she could make a pretty passable guy, no matter how ugly.
It was half way through lunch, when I got a distinct feeling that I was being watched, I raised my head and looked around, before noticing a set of emerald green eyes, staring straight at me, a slight shock ran through me as our gazes locked on each other, and I couldn't help but notice the small smile that graced his features, and a hint of a blush flood his cheeks, I flash a quick, lop sided grin in his direction, and his cheeks burn red, before he looks down.
From that reaction I can't help but think, that maybe, just maybe, Harry might just share the same feelings I do, I sigh out a breath of hope, thinking that maybe I can tell him how I feel after all.