Chapter 1: Chapter 1
A/N : This Fanfic was started years ago and forgotten. So after over 5 years, it has been polished and ready to be enjoyed again! I own none of the Harry Potter Characters or world, I'm just borrowing them. Kay.x
The Hat of Romance
Harry Potter, Defender of the light, the Golden boy, The-Boy-Who-Lived, Gryffindor Seeker Champion stared at the Blonde haired, silver man standing before him, noticing the mocking sneer on his lips before his eyes promptly rolled back in his head and he fell in a ungraceful heap on the floor. The crowd consisting of the whole of the Hogwarts student body plus honoured guests, Guardians and the parents of the 7th Year studants. The Professors looked down upon the prone body, some with shock but mostly all with amusement. Dumbledore's eyes twinkled brightly, before he addressed the blonde haired man who was casting quick glances down upon Harry's still unconscious body, the old dusty sorting hat sit sitting proudly on his head.
"Draco Malfoy of Slytherin and..." He stopped mid sentence to see Harry's eyes flutter open, pushing himself up with his arms, looking at him desperately, "and Harry Potter."He finished loudly to the surrounding people. A look of horror passed over Harry's face and his eyes flew closed again, his head bouncing back of the floor as he fainted again.
Draco nodded his head, ignoring the startled exclamations coming around him. His eyes looked into Dumbledore's laughing blue ones. His face had his Malfoy mask on, hiding the growing excitement and nervousness that was growing within him. Looking down upon Harry, he couldn't help how his eyes seemed to soften at the sight before him.
Harry lay in a clumsy heap at his feet, the large Sorting Hat falling over his face, hiding his long untidy hair. Although he was still extremely underweight, Draco could forgive that as he had destroyed the Dark Lord only a few weeks before. His robes were scruffy and thread worn, although Draco knew he probably owned more money than himself. So much was unknown about the boy before him, and Draco was determined to discover every secret about his Gryffindor.
Smirking to himself, he slid his hands under his fallen partner and easily lifted him, settling him comfortably in his arms, his mop of dark hair tucked under his chin. The look in his eyes threatened the other people to comment on his unusual show of kindness. Walking across the room, he sat down in his chosen seat, settling Harry gently on his lap, a smirk on his proud face.
Around the room, other pairs chosen by the huge hat, that was still sitting upon Harry's head Malfoy noticed with a grin, sat talking quietly with one another feeling a little nervous and embarrassed. Or they were, before the Sorting hat announced the surprise announcement that of all the people in the huge hall, and there were quite a few, that Harry Potters best match was himself, Draco Malfoy.
The students could only stare in awe, some in dismay, as their saviour, the-boy-who-fought-and-won, lay passively in the arms of his arch rival, this evil nemesis, Draco Malfoy. The whole room was silent, the soft snickering of Professor Snape echoing quietly around the room. Not only had the sorting hat paired the Golden Boy with the Ice Prince of Slytherin, it had revealed this "partnering" had been meant since they both started the wonderful School of wizarding, Hogwarts.
Everyone knew about Draco Malfoy, his reputation flew round the school and it was no surprise to anyone. But Harry Potter!? This was a huge revelation to everybody, and secret Harry had tried desperately to keep to himself. Who would have expected it, Harry Potter, Saviour and top wizard of the world, Number 1 heart throb of witches' magazine, was gay?
Hermione Granger, Head Girl of the Year, partner and girlfriend of Ron Weasley, had to hold onto said person's arm tightly, all the while quietly snapping at her red haired moron of a boyfriend.
"It's a curse, that must be the answer! Malfoy must have put a spell on the Hat to trick Harry into being his partner! Hermione, let me go, Harry is sitting in another Boys lap! It's wrong, so wrong, we must save him!" his Gryffindor braveness made him rise to his feet, to save his damsel in distress across the hall from his arch nemesis's arms. "He must have to see a professional healer, if the hat is reading that he prefers men to women, we all know he is meant for my sister Ginny. He must be emotionally and mentally ill. Don't worry Harry, I'll save you!"
Hermione, shaking her long curly hair, looked around the room with a look of exasperation on her face. Ron was still in his Gryffindor 'save his best friend from darkness' persona and she gritted her teeth together in frustration that he continued to ignore her. Finally, her infamous temper exploded like a volcano, causing shock waves around the hall. All conservations stopped dead, the vision of a she demon, her mad hair flowing wildly with the magic and rage causing awe and fear to spread round everyone.
"RONALD BILIUS WEASLEY, YOU STUPID ARAGANT GRYFFINDOR IDIOT! I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU WOULD SIT THERE, NOT ONLY IGNORING ME AND GOING ON ABOUT YOUR IDIOTIC SUGGESTIONS OF CORRUPTION AND DARKNESS, WHICH IS A LOAD OF BULL SHIT, IF YOU ASK ME, BUT TO SUGGEST A FELLOW WIZARD OR WITCH IS LESS BECAUSE OF THEIR SEXUAL PREFERNCE IS UNFORGIVABLE!" The last was shouted at a pitch that would have deafened any poor dog in the vicinity of the great hall. Breathing in a deep breath, it was obvious she had not finished "reprimanding" her red haired idiot. Around them, people tried not to cringe from the impressive sight of Hermione towering over the cowering boyfriend. Her temper was well known, and a few people smirked behind their hands. The rest of her tirade was done quietly, with words that seemed to slice like sharp daggers, if the look of horror on Ron's face was anything to go by. No one, not even the famous Harry Potter knew what she said that day, but the sight of Ron sobbing openly on the hall shocked everyone. When she silently pointed at the seat by her, he sat automatically, his eyes on the ground, one hand in hers. She suddenly seemed to relax and a smile crossed her face. The hall was in a shocked silence, contemplating that maybe, just maybe, Hermione really was a demon.
Neville Longbottom stared at the unusual sight of Harry lying, contentedly; it seemed, on Draco Malfoy's lap. In all the time Neville had known Harry, he had never seen him look so relaxed, even though he was still unconscious. A half smirk was on his face, as he seemed to snuggle deeper in Malfoy's embrace. It was most surreal. Beside him, holding his hand with a happy smile on her face was no other than Luna Lovegood.
Her long blonde hair was tied back in an untidy ponytail, helping highlight her bright grey/silver eyes. Although she was a year below Neville, he knew they were the perfect match when the Hat announced her name loudly and she came skipping from her place at the Ravenclaw table to take her place beside him. No objections were put forward and she and Longbottom took their place at a small table near Malfoy and Potter.
"The dark shadow, lost after he finished his path, will find a new path in the golden light." She stated proudly, causing Neville to look at her with a small smile. He was well use to her random and sometimes eccentric way of speaking.
Raising her hand, he kissed the back of it, trying to ignore how his face reddened as he did it. Across the hall, he smiled a little to himself as he saw his grandmother break into a bright smile. Staring at Luna, a small laugh escaped him as he noticed she had radishes hanging as ear rings. This girl was special, and in just the right way.
Draco Malfoy, blond haired, self proclaimed sex god of Slytherin, could not believe the famous Harry Potter was lying peacefully in his arms. While the commotion of their pairing spread around the hall, Draco realised when Harry went from unconscious to a deep sleep. Harry's eyes had opened a few moments before, and they seemed to be haunted. Draco had mumbled a few words to him, telling him to calm and rest, and to his great surprise, the golden boy seemed to comply without a protest, closing his eyes and relaxing against his warm body. A soft snore announced his passage into slumber.
Draco stared at him, a look of bewilderment and awe on his face, a real smiling fighting for dominance on his face. He knew, once Harry realised later what he had done, hell would break lose, but till then, Draco held on tightly and relished the feel of "His Harry" in his arms.