Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, though I wish I did. :D
A/N: I wrote this a long time ago and decided to put this up now, since I didn't have an account when I wrote it. So, here it is now! :D
oOo A Mistake oOo
It was never his fault he liked him. Never, although he prayed that someday maybe he would love him back the same.
When Harry saw him getting sorted into Slytherin, he felt like he should be on Slytherin. But he also didn't want to, because his friends told him about who tried to kill him.
Voldemort – Malfoy's father works for him, and, by the way it's going, so will Malfoy. Why did Lord Voldemort have to ruin people, especially if that person was Malfoy?
And when Harry fought him in the bathroom, he felt sorry after. He wanted to tell him how he feels.
'Six years for a crush,' Harry told himself, but he knew Malfoy wasn't just a crush. When he sat down at Dinner, Hermione knew something was wrong. He couldn't tell her how he felt. It was for him and Malfoy to know.
So when he found Malfoy the next day, he told Malfoy everything. Draco stood there patiently, and when he was done, he quietly said, 'I…. I can't. Your friend, Hermione—'
'What about her?' Harry was feeling angry and Draco couldn't tell him about him and Hermione.
So he didn't.
And when the bell rang, Malfoy walked away sheepishly, leaving the broken-heartened boy alone in the empty hallway, wondering why he even told him anyway.
And in Potions, Harry felt Malfoy's eyes stab him in the back the whole time.
Harry wrote on a piece of parchment, 'Just a Mistake…'