Chapter One
"Okay class, today we will be drawing portraits of people. I know this is not in the curriculum, but we will be taking a break for a while since Harry Potter has defeated Voldemort!" Trelawney screeched out.
Harry blushed bright red, and shifted in his seat uncomfortable with all the attention. He glanced around the room and silver eyes caught his own. Malfoy glared at him and looked away.
"Okay, now partners will be Granger and Parkinson... Crabbe, and Goyle, Ron, and Seamus, Dean, and Zabini, and hmm let's see Malfoy, and Potter... "After that pairing Harry stopped listening and groaned.
Malfoy looked odd slightly disgusted, though he looked happy he didn't get some idiot like Goyle.
"Tough luck, Harry..." Ron whispered and then moved to sit with Seamus.
Harry retrieved his stuff and sat next to Malfoy. Malfoy looked up and glared vacantly at him. Harry rolled his eyes.
"Potter you'll paint me first... I will be painted by the lake, understood?" Malfoy's clipped tone spoke.
Harry blinked and nodded, he didn't want to argue with Malfoy right now and get in trouble. They left class and went down by the lake, Harry carrying all the supplies, grumbling softly.
Draco sat down on a stone bench by the lake; he sat down taking off his shoes and socks. The water crept up and barely licked the tips of Draco's toes. Draco took off his robes and folded them carefully by Potter who was setting up the canvas. He had something to thank the Dursley's for, he had become a good artist since he had started drawing on scraps of paper the Dursley's would give him.
Harry took out the pencil and looked at Malfoy, inwardly gasping. Malfoy's long blonde hair was flowing in the wind, the grey morning clouds matching the color of his eyes. Malfoy face was unguarded; his face lax from its usual cold eyes and sneer. He had a peace about him, though a sorrowful one and he sat relaxed unlike the proper sitting posture Malfoy normally kept his body in. Harry gulped and started to draw.
Draco looked at the water, watches the tides come up to graze his feet. Draco loved the water; he secretly would sneak out and swim in the lake unafraid of the so-called Giant Squid. He wished he could go wading; nevertheless, he could not with Potter painting him. He sighed, not of boredom, but of contentment. He glances at Potter out of the corner of his eye watching the boy frown as he sketched him.
Harry finally finished sketching Malfoy and did the spell to color it. Harry smiled at the almost finished painting. He cast the spell to make the picture move. Harry gasped as he saw the painting come alive. It was beautiful; Malfoy was beau- what the hell? Harry shook his head clearing his thoughts.
"It's done, Malfoy."
Draco looked up at Harry and walked over barefoot to look at his picture. His heart skipped a beat as he saw the picture. Potter had seen him, actually seen him, he felt. He didn't think anyone could see his sadness. He blinked slowly and then smirked at Potter.
"It's decent I suppose." Malfoy's cool voice appraised.
"DECENT!" Harry growled offended.
"Yes... decent, Now shut up and tell me where you want to be painted." Malfoy said sharply.
Harry sighed and put the canvas in the portfolio Trelawney provided them. He packed up the pencils and the easel. He stood up stretching.
"I want to be painted in the dungeons." Harry finally said.
"What?" Draco looked incredulously at Potter. "The dungeons?"
Harry nodded and started to walk towards the castle Malfoy following.
Harry went to the dungeons that Malfoy showed him and Malfoy pushed him to the ground.
"HEY!" Harry yelled.
Draco rolled his eyes as he faced away from Potter. He set up the easel and put on the second canvas. He looked at Potter sitting there with glasses and the stupid scar showing bright against his forehead. He was sitting sprawled out on the floor.
"Potter your doing it all wrong," Draco frowned," Now sit up and put your arms around your legs." Draco then bent forward and brushed Potters hair over his scar.
Harry flinched at Malfoy's touch but let him do what he wanted. Malfoy reached for his glasses and Harry was about to stop him, but Malfoy snatched them away to fast leaving Harry only able to see a blob moving in front of him. Malfoy muttered a spell and Harry's vision suddenly cleared.
Draco looked at Potter and smirking crushed Potter's glasses in his hand.
"YOU BASTARD!" Harry yelled.
"Sit down, shut up and let me get this over with you git." Malfoy replied.
Draco slowly sketched Potter, and began noticing more things about Potter, like how his eyes were bright green behind those stupid glasses, his lashes too long for a boy. His hair was pitch black and blended almost perfectly with the dark, damp walls. Potter's skin glowed in against the darkness around him, his face unblemished. He was small, fragile, his wrists tiny for a males. He did have muscle though, from Quidditch Draco presumed.
Draco finished and preformed the same spells Harry did and then packed up not allowing Harry to see his painting.
"Hey! Malfoy I wanna see it. I let you see mine." Harry complained.
"We are due back at the classroom in two minutes, you'll see it then Potter." Malfoy said as he walked off towards the tower.