Notes: The story is called Smitten because it means: besotted, obsessed, fanatical, infatuated, head-over-heels-in-love... you get the point.

This is a Harry and Draco Slash.

I know the chapters are short but I figured 'quality' over 'quantity'.

I do not own Harry Potter, all respectful rights go to J.K. Rowling.

Hope you enjoy!


Draco glowered at the train of thought his mind kept conjecturing into. He was a respectable Slytherin student, an exceptional wizard and a Malfoy for Christ's sake. He shouldn't be thinking anything of the sorts. It was just preposterous that he could even think Harry bloody Potter was good looking. Completely inappropriate and just... erroneous! Definitely erroneous! Draco continued to glare at the adequate carved oak table that his china plate of dinner sat upon. He hadn't eaten anything; just pushed the corn around on his plate whilst perplexed in his inner thoughts. Ella Wilkins had cleared her throat noticeably a few times but had eventually given up on getting any response from Draco; she figured he was tired after such a long day of having to be Potter's study partner.

Draco had come to term with his sexuality a long time ago, and he had hoped his hesitation in coming out hadn't made anyone question that. Draco, however, couldn't unsettle the feeling that Potter and his posse thought he was ashamed. This morning in potions, he had heard Granger loudly telling Longbottom that there was nothing wrong with homosexuality and how it should be embraced and not unsolicited. The poor parasite that was Longbottom flushed beetroot scarlet from the sniggers around the potions lab and spent the rest of the lesson scantily trying to convince Lavender Brown he wasn't bent.

Then in Herbology, Draco once again found himself eavesdropping, listening to the rotten whiney voice that was Weasley. He was explaining monotonously to Potter that Mrs Weasley had a gay friend when she and Arthur were at school; his lifestyle choice was encouraged and approved by the wizarding world. Draco had snorted quietly to himself, he didn't care if he wasn't accepted or approved by anyone here but the conversation certainly had led Draco to believe something absurd. Could Potter really be queer? It seemed unlikely and inconsistent with the whispers that he was dating Weasley's sister. Draco couldn't help procrastinating on the reasons they'd be discussing homosexuality or homosexuals so openly if it wasn't to draw attraction to Draco's own mating preferences. Goyle had certainly associated the word gay with Draco recently and was exultant to bring it up whenever anyone was around Draco, male or female. It had left him with little to nobody to talk to for weeks now, and although Draco would never admit it out loud; he was lonely.

Draco had assumed he was becoming transparent and couldn't hide his astonishment when Potter had silently sat down opposite him in the library. Draco had actually prayed that nobody would see him here, tucked away precisely into the corner but clearly nothing was working in his favour these days. Even his parents had stopped owling him since his grand confession to his Quidditch team which had resulted in the rest of the school finding out. "What do you want, Potter?" he asked spitefully, contemptuous at the dark haired boy taking his Defence against the Dark Arts books out. He knew Potter had noticed the deathly look and clenched his teeth when Potter simply overlooked it.

"Studying, Draco, what does it look like?"

Draco withdrew from his glare momentarily at the gentle use of his name like Potter had been calling him it for years. He then caught onto the sarcasm in Potter's voice and found his anger warming up again. "Then go somewhere else."

"Figured you would like some company," Potter replied glancing up at Draco cautiously.

"Why would I like that?" Draco glared, folding his arms across his chest tightly trying to distract himself. He couldn't help but notice how green Potter's eyes actually were; usually he'd be too distracted by Potter's narrowed stare to notice such a pleasant quality. Yet here he was, mentally ogling how pretty Potter's eyes were. Potter didn't reply to the question but held his cautious gaze long enough for Draco to realise he didn't want Potter to leave him, and Potter knew that too. They spent all afternoon in each other's quiet company, neither one of them acknowledging the other although sometimes Draco's occasional quick sweep of the library lingered on Potter hunched awkwardly over his book; engrossed in it so much that Draco thought the crease between his eyebrows may become permanent. It wasn't until Ella Wilkins turned up that Draco gathered his things and left abruptly, not fast enough to dodge her though so he came up with the excuse that he and Potter had been forced to study together by Professor Moody. He threw in a few distasteful insults about Potter and that was enough to convince her.

Which brought Draco back to dinner, as he stared absentmindedly around the room; his stare fixated on Potter sitting a few tables down opposite the freckly redhead that Draco found more than repulsing. It was while Potter was laughing with his friends that Draco realised; Harry Potter is hot.