I Know

Summary: HPDM slash. "I know who you're looking for, you know. I noticed it, second year." Blaise nodded, confirming his memory, "Even in classes you look for him." Draco always search for the golden boy. Harry notices, but disregards it, thinking it's just Draco being Draco. Suddenly, Draco goes missing then...

Disclaimer: None of the characters are mine, they are J.K. Rowling's.

Warning: Possible grammatical errors. First published work. MxM. Mature content? Read if you want, if you don't, don't.

A/N: Sorry for the crappy summary. There are some things I added that may be wrong because I'm an illiterate when it comes to potions, and, as I have aforementioned, this is my first time to publish something.

"Where is he?" he mumbled under his breath.

"Hello, Draco." The greeting made him turn his head to his right, where his friend, Blaise, was sitting. He was startled because he was unconsciously searching for a certain someone in the Gryffindor table. He wasn't there, but his friends were.

"Oh, good evening, Blaise." he said, dazed, as he sat beside his friend.

"Yeah, he isn't in yet."

"What?" he asked, a bit surprised, "Who's not in yet?" he raised both of his eyebrows to hint his confusion.

"I know who you're looking for, you know. I noticed it, second year." Blaise nodded, confirming his memory, "Even in classes you look for him."

He can't stop the small smile forming on his mouth, and a faint blush on his cheeks. He looked down on his plate to hide his embarrassment. "I don't know what you're jabbering about."

Silence filled the Great Hall as they all halted what they were doing, waiting for the headmaster's announcement. Just before Dumbledore spoke, a brunette came rushing in to the Gryffindor table, attracting all the attention.

Ah. There he is. Late as always.

"Sorry for being late, sir. The carriage was–" the brunette said, catching his breath.

"Ah, not to worry, Mister Potter. Sit down." Dumbledore said.

"There he is." the whisper startled Draco, making him think if his friend can hear his thoughts.

"Shut it, Blaise."

"Look, Draco," Pansy suddenly whispered, "He's looking at you."

When Draco looked at Harry, the brunette's head suddenly shifted to his friend, looking slightly embarrassed that he was caught looking. Draco chuckled.

After Dumbledore's annual welcoming speech, everyone dug in their plates, glad to be with friends once again. They were all chatting amongst each other, even Blaise and Pansy who were beside him, but Draco was only staring at the boy who lived, watching the spoon enter his thin lips, then out.

"You're staring again." Blaise teased.

"Shit!" he hissed. "Stop doing that!" the only reply he got was a chuckle of satisfaction.

When dinner was done, everyone walked to their dormitories. Drowned in his thoughts, Draco was the last to stand up from the Slytherin table.

"Shit. I have to pull myself together. Can't let Saint Potter ruin my studies." he thought, then he followed all the Slytherins to their dorms, snapping out, focusing on the real world.

"Shit. Late again!" Harry ran hastily to the Great Hall. "Bloody hell, why did the carriage have to be late?!"

When Harry entered, the hall was very quiet and Dumbledore was already standing by the podium. He rushed to their table, all eyes on him, even the blond boy's.

"Sorry for being late, sir. The carriage was–" Harry said, panting.

"Ah, not to worry, Mister Potter. Sit down." Dumbledore said.

"Harry! What happened to you?" Hermione asked as he welcomed Harry with a hug.

"Well," Harry spoke, "when I got out of the train, there weren't any more carriages. Weird, huh?"

"Don't you think it may be because of someone from Slytherin?" Ron asked, suspicious. "Malfoy, maybe?"

"I," Harry looked at Draco, "I don't think so." Harry stared at Draco for a while until the other boy caught him. He immediately turned his head to Ron, acting as if he weren't looking, but the heat on his face shows otherwise.

When Dumbledore finished his welcoming speech, all students focused on their plates and their friends. Harry talked about his vacation, glad that his aunt, uncle, and cousin were out of town, leaving the house all to himself. Ron said his family went to Japan for a short while, then to India. They had fun chatting while eating, as if they weren't able to see each other for decades. His two friends talked a lot, exchanging their experiences when Harry suddenly felt a chill run down his spine. Somebody was looking at him. When he looked at the laughing Hermione, he saw a blonde boy's figure far behind her, staring at him. Malfoy.

"The potion we will be brewing today is used to sharpen our abilities to think quickly," Professor Snape stated. "Anyone who knows what this is?" Hermione immediately raised her hand. "Yes, Miss Granger?"

"It's the Wit-sharpening Potion, Sir."

"Good. Five points." he said monotonously. "Follow the instructions in your books to properly handle the ingredients – a powered scarab beetle, ginger roots, and armadillo bile."

All of the students inside the room was busy brewing the potion. Ah, the sweet sound of boiling liquid was music to Draco's ears. Potions has always been his most preferred subject among all others, and he has experimented on concocting his own potions before, not really seeing much progress.

"Mister Malfoy," a voice startled him, "What are you doing, exactly? You have to slice the ginger roots first before adding them in." he could feel Snape's brewing rage. "Follow your book!" he looked around the room, "You, too, Mister Potter, don't let that one beetle escape or there's nothing for you to add." he said, grating his teeth.

Draco chuckled, thinking of the golden boy's carelessness and negligence. When they all have finished their concoctions, as always, Draco's had the best results. He caught Harry looking at him in wonder, because Harry wasn't really good at potions, and he grinned at him boastfully. Harry furrowed his eyebrows and made a loud "Tsk." noise as he turned away from Malfoy, irritated.

"Harry!" an eerie voice called him.

"Oh, hi there, Luna. What's up?" Luna walked with him to the Great Hall.

"Did you know Neville is in the hospital?" she asked.

"Neville? Why?"

"Apparently, Seamus Finnegan, casted a spell at him. I think it was…" she rubbed her forehead, trying hard to remember. "Was it Furnuculus?"

"Oh." Harry said, "Isn't that... painful? Where did Seamus learn that, anyway?"

"I don't really know. Madam Pomfrey should be doing something by now," Luna patted Harry on his back, "Nothing to worry about. See you around, Harry."

After their conversation, Harry went to Hermione and Ron who was whispering to each other, looking worried. "Hey." he said as he sat down in front of Hermione.

"Hey, Harry." Ron answered.

"Oh, Harry," Hermione replied, "Erm, there's something you should know."

"What is it, Hermione?" he inspected the faces of his friends.

"Uh.." Hermione signaled at Ron.

"You tell him." Ron replied.

"You see, we found out that…" Hermione hesitated.

"Malfoy's missing." Ron continued Hermione's sentence.

A/N: What do you think? Feel free to tell me what you think– whether positive or not– I'll try my best to improve it. Waaaaaaaaah! I hope it was fine. I'll update the story ASAP. Thank you for reading.