How Awful
Disclaimer: I don't own enough to get sued.
A/N: I'd like to dedicate this story to all of those authors out there who like to write crazy stories that tend to get a thing called flames.
Chap 1: When Harry Met Sally
Harry was sitting at the Gryffindor table, enjoying his scrambled eggs on toast and thinking how great it would be if they served this particular form of egg and bread for every meal.
First Ron, then Hermione sat down on either side of him. "Are you two still in a piff?" Silence. "Oh come on, 'Mione! He didn't mean to step on your cat, isn't that right, Ron?"
"Yeah. The bugger just ran right out under my foot, there was nothing I could do!" Ron insisted.
"Oh! You are a truly AWFUL person, Ronald Weasley!" And Hermione got up and stormed out of the Great Hall to who-knows-where. Probably the library.
Just about the entire table was shooting dark looks at the two remaining members of the Golden Trio, and Harry was now plain sick of it. "What are you looking at!" He asked a particularly small first year. Ron only sat next to him and brooded.
"I am SO sick of this! Just apologize to her, Ron! I'm not going to play the middleman anymore; I have other friends I can hang out with until you make up!" Harry grabbed his bag and stormed out of the Great Hall.
There was but one flaw in his magnificent plan-he didn't really have any other friends.
Harry muttered darkly to himself as he walked down the corridors, not noticing that other students just stood to the side of the hallways and avoided getting close to him; all the while they muttered things like 'Another mood swing…' or 'They say Golden Boy's finally cracked…'
Said wonder boy didn't hear a thing and only stopped his small rampage because he had run into something rather solid.
"Watch where you're going, Potty! Someone might take your running into them personally one day." Draco Malfoy himself sneered disapprovingly at Harry as he lay sprawled on the floor in front of him.
Harry was left speechless as soon as he looked into the other boy's eyes. He had never noticed how silver they were before… He seemed to even remain unaware of his current dishevelled position on the floor as he stared at the Slytherin.
Malfoy grimaced before tripling his glare and sneer, kicking Harry in the side, and continuing on down the hallway. "Goddamn Gryffindors…"
Harry held a hand against his side in wonderment; had the angel just touched him? He shook his head, this was Malfoy, not an angel! But he swivelled his head to watch the retreating back anyway.
Maybe all he had had to do for all those years was look at the blonde differently and he would have seen him in a new light; they had been pulled together in many unpleasant situations. It was as if, in the past, a magnet has been pushing them towards each other.
With a triumphant smile Harry stood up, Draco Malfoy loved him! The dark moodiness that had been on his face before the encounter was now gone, replaced by a childish giddiness. If he loved the flaxen-haired boy then he must be loved back, there was just no other way to explain how they kept coming across each other!
A/N:
A million thanks to my marvellous beta, Vaughn!
And… hugs to everyone who read this, kisses to everyone who is going to go on and review!
Until next time- eat cheese…eat chocolate… DON'T GO TO THE GYM!