1The moment I set eyes on the boy who stood before me, I suddenly knew just what was going to happen. I had not realized just how much I liked this boy... his messy hair, his glasses perched upon his nose, making those emerald green eyes look a just brilliant, although I'd prefer to see them eye-to-eye, the glasses not in the way whatsoever. I couldn't take my eyes off of him; I couldn't help but feel so attracted to this boy. I cursed him for taking my interest. I felt like a nutter; a stupid prat idiot as a struggled with moving my legs, closing the space between us. I took his face in my hands, and he stood there frozen solid, staring at me with the most alarming expression etched perfectly across his pale face.
He didn't move until I leaned my face down, pressing my lips softly to his. The messy-haired boy reacted as soon as I captured his lips with my own and he slipped his hands around my body, placing one on the lower half of my back and the other on the back of my neck. Our lips followed each other; I lead him through it, tracing his lower lip with the tip of my tongue. I shifted my position, sliding my hands to his back, feeling him shiver as I slipped my tongue into his mouth.
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I sat with my head down on my arms, staring blankly at the chalkboard that sat at the front of the classroom. It was blank and a very silvery ghost stood floating in front of the board, bursting into speech about some goblin revolution thing. I hadn't been paying much attention to Professor Binns; this class always made me feel drowsy. My eyes turned to look at the next thing that took my interest. The jet black messy haired boy sat in the desk in front of mine next to Weasley, and Granger was sitting next to Lavender Brown, which I did not understand since she despised the girl from the previous year when she was dating Weasel.
It hadn't taken me long that I had absolutely been in love with Potter. I think it happened some time in fourth year when he nearly got eaten by that Horntailed Dragon. I just felt so scared for him when he was nearly killed by that thing... I didn't know why, but I suddenly started to feel attracted towards him. I had known since third year that I was more attracted to guys than I was towards girls, but I never expected to find my arch enemy rather arousing. I of course had told no one this and pretended to be mildly interested in the female type, when my heart instead longed for that messy-haired emerald green eyed boy. I let out a sigh, wanting nothing more than to reach out and touch him, to run my fingers through his hair, making it even messier.
When the bell rang, I stood up and shoved all of my belongings into my bag and slung the bag over my shoulder. I started to walk around the desk, and as I was about to head up the aisle to the classroom door, somebody bumped into me, and I whipped around so fast, started. Those amazing green eyes were staring at me, looking at me with a hint of annoyance in them. "What where you're going Potter." I sneered, then turned on my heel and exited the classroom without another word. Yeah, I still acted like a prick towards him, but that was only because I needed to keep a low profile with this whole, "liking Harry Potter" deal.
I walked down the corridors towards my next class; Charms. This class I had with the Ravenclaws. Pansy and Blaise were in the class waiting for me. Parkinson sat in the seat next to mine and Blaise slid into a seat in front of ours. I dropped my book-bag on the floor with a dull thud, and turned to face the front of the class with an annoyed sigh. How I longed to look back into those dazzling green eyes; they made me want to melt each time I stared into them... corny... I know. But so true.
Flitwick wasn't being exactly nice with the homework assignment. We had to write a fifteen inch essay on Silencing Charms, this was due for tomorrow. He gave us class time to work on our essay for a bit, and I gave the essay my full attention, ignoring the groans of annoyance coming from beside me; Pansy never was good at Charms. The scratching of quills on parchment was all that could be heard throughout the room, along with Pansy's short constant groans. We had a week before the school year was over, and I had a nice long boring summer ahead of me. For some reason, I was not looking forwards to going home.
The bell eventually rang, signaling that it was the end of the day, and I picked up my books and parchment and my quill and put it all back into my bag. Pansy and Blaise did the same thing and they followed me out of the classroom. "Drakie, please could you help me with my Charms essay? I don't get any of it, and you're really good." Draco sigh, not really wanting to help her at all. "Pans, we've got a week left of school; N.E. are next week. How do you expect to be ready for them if I do all of your work for you?"
Pansy also sighed, a slight pout expression on her face. "Well... I don't know. Could you tutor me?" Blaise looked sideways at his friends, cocking an eyebrow. "I could tutor you Pans. I'm better at Charms than Draco." I shot him a dirty look and he grinned at me. We walked to the Great Hall, Pansy and Blaise were lost in conversation, whilst I was keeping my eyes down, screaming at them to not look over at the Gryffindor table. Against my will, I did. And there he sat, looking like an angel. How I wanted this boy so badly... but Harry Potter wasn't homosexual. No... he couldn't have been. He was currently in a relationship with Ginny Weasley, which made me wonder what he saw in her?
I ate in silence, being more bored than ever. Today was the last Friday of the year, so the sixth and seventh years were hosting a end-of-the-year-party in the Room of Requirement. I wasn't really up for going, but I knew that Pansy and Blaise would drag me along with them anyways. Maybe Potter would be there...