Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.

Authors Note: This is is my first time writing a Harry Potter fic so please be kind

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Chapter 1

Draco's POV

I have never hated him. How could I? I grew up hearing about when he was only a baby that he managed to defeat the Dark Lord. When I was around six years old I vowed that if or when I ever meet him, that I would try to befriend the boy who lived.

When the time actually came I was ecstatic, I wasted no time in offering my hand in friendship, only to have my dream smashed into tiny shards before my eyes. How could he pick a Weasly over me? What does he have that I don't?

Then as time went on things got from bad to worse. Not only did he befriend a Weasly, no he also had to go out of his way and befriend Granger. How could he want to be friends with a blood traitor and filthy mudblood when he could have been mine.

For this I became furious so much so that I thought it best that if I were to insult them, maybe he would see that they were on a lower class then himself, and in the end chose me over them. I guess I should have thought things through before I decided to this course of action, because it only made him hate more then he already did.

Over the years we have spent in Hogwarts I have heard of the many things that Harry did to not only save his friends but also the school as a whole.

Over these few years I had, had the pleasure of watching him mature into this beautiful creature that he has become today. With every passing day I can't help but to fall more in love with him.

I could stare into those emerald green eyes all day. I yearn to run my fingers through his famous

unruly hair, to trace patterns on his tanned skin with my hands as well as my mouth.

I wish that I could be the one to protect him for a change. If he were placed into Slytherin I would have made sure that he had never went on any dangerous tasks. He's way to beautiful to risk to be harmed in anyway. He should be protected like the jewel that he is, those stupid Gryffindor's and Dumbledore never seemed to understand.

At least the war is now over, so I don't have to worry that he will get hurt, since he decided that he would become a healer instead of an auror like myself, but now I never see him the only times I do is when he is featured in the Daily Prophet with his fiance Ginny Weasly.

I absolutely hate having to see pictures of them, with his arm wrapped around her waist. That should be me with my arm wrapped around his waist so I can bring him closer to me.

I need him just as much as he needs me, the only difference is that he has yet to realize it.

I need him to see that we belong together. So I sent a letter pretending that I was the she weasel, by enchanting my writing so that it would look like her's. In the letter I told him to meet me at the Leaky Caldron. Which knowing him he would never turn down an invitation.

I let Harry escape me once I don't plan on letting him escape again. He will be mine!

Harry's POV

I wonder what Ginny wants to talk about, knowing her it most likely has to do with the wedding. I love her I really do but I just don't think I'm ready for this yet.

The only reason as to why I even proposed in the first place was because I felt obligated and pressured in doing so. If I had it my way I would have waited another two to three years before asking for her hand. It's not like I really got to know her all to well because of everything I went through while I was still in school.

I arrived here ten minutes before the time that she stated in the letter to be here at, and all together I have been waiting for at least thirty minutes, which is odd because she hates it when people are late.

Oh well it doesn't look like she will be here anytime soon maybe I should leave.

"It's been a while Potter." I hear a familiar voice call from behind me. I turn around in my chair only to see that pompous git Malfoy of all people staring at me with his usual smirk plastered onto his face.

"What do you want Malfoy?" I narrow my eyes at him hoping that he'll take the hint and see that he really isn't wanted.

"Oh come on Potter I'm just trying to be polite and start a civil conversation with you." I try my best to hold back a snort at hearing his words.

Malfoy has apparently decided for himself that he should sit across from me.

"Since when have you ever been polite?" He doesn't say anything, he just continues to stare a t me with his smirk still on his face. "And who said that you could sit there?" I ask trying to keep any anger from my voice.

"Come on Potter I just wanted to talk to you and see how you are doing." I really don't televise this non sense at all.

"I'm not the same person I was back then, I changed."

Draco's POV

Harry is still as beautiful as ever, I only wish that his hostility towards me would dissipate.

"Fine." I try my best to fight off the smile that wants to make itself known.

After all that Harry and I discussed what we have been up to now that we are dine school and the war is now over, and he actually seemed to having a decent time, but I can tell that he really wants to leave soon.

I can't allow that. I quickly grab my wand from my pocket and under the table I perform a quick spell that knocks over a bunch of trays behind him.

While he is distracted I grab a vile from my sleeve and pour the substance into his mug of butterbeer. I go back to my natural expression as he turns around and his attention is focused on me.

I can't help but smile as I watch him down his drink all in one go.

Soon Harry you will belong to me and no one, not even the she weasel will take you away from me. You were always meant to be mine, no one else should even be able to look at you.

You will only think of me you will only need me, not one else will matter to you as long as you have me.

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Author's Note: So what did you guys think please review I'm so sorry if this story is crap. Please let me know what you guys think of it :D