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Chapter 1: Can You Not See?

"Potter, have I not told you to be quiet?" Snape asked, wearing an expression of excitement and anger.

"Yes." Harry answered.

"Excuse me? I know that you were not adressing me, as you would have used 'sir' or 'professor'." Snape hissed, in a dangerously quiet voice.

"Yes, sir." Harry drawled, for what seemed like the thousandth time.

"I do not like your attitude, nor will I accept it in this classroom. Detention, Potter, you will come back here, before dinner to write me a foot-long essay on the rules of this class, and why I have made them that way." Snape said, with a satisfied smirk. The professor turned his back on Harry, to interrogate Neville Longbottom, whos couldron had started emitting rancid electric blue smoke.

Draco turned and looked at Harry, who was standing stock-still next to his couldron. He threw him a smirk, and turned back to his own couldron, which looked terribly like rotting pumpkin juice. "Damn." he whispered. He flicked through his potions book, looking for the right page. After ten minutes of searching, Draco gave up, and stole Crabbe's book, which was stained in various places, but open to right spot non-the-less. "Step three: Stir ten times counter-clockwise and then add sweat of pig.." he read quietly. Looking down at his pathetic potion, he stirred the potion ten times counter-clockwise. "How disgusting.." he commented, looking at the pig sweat, before adding it.

"Times up, close your books, and take a sample of your potion, and bring it to my desk." Snape said, still walking amongst the many couldrons. "And what is this?" He spat at Ron, who had turned a light shade of green.

"The potion we were supposed to make." Ron said, looking desperately around the room, as if searching for an escape.

"If this is the Draught of Sleep, Weasley, then explain to me why it is brown instead of light green."

Frowning, Draco scooped a small amount of potion from his cauldron, corked it, and set it on Snape's desk. He didn't wait for Crabbe and Goyle before he slipped out of the classroom. Looking around for anyone who could see him, he hid behind a statue of an important looking wizard. Draco knew that Harry would be the last to leave the dungeons, so he waited. After a few minutes, he heard the slam of a door, which signalled Harry's departure. He pulled out his wand, muttered an incantation, and pointed it at Harry's bag.

"Shit!" Harry exclaimed, as the books fell from his bag, followed by a bottle of ink, which smashed on the lot of it. "Of all the days.." He muttered, as he stooped to clean off his books. Draco didn't move, but stared as Harry cleaned the ink from his books. He was entranced, everything about Harry was so perfect, and he knew from that moment, that he had to have him. After clearing the ink from his books and parchment, Harry got to his feet, carrying his books, parchment, quills, and now-repaired ink bottle in hand, and left for lunch.

Silently, Draco followed Harry to the Great Hall. There, Harry took a seat next to Ron and Hermione, looking extremely angry. "I hate that stupid greasy git!" He practically yelled.

Smirking, Draco's cold eyes watched Harry until it was time for Care of Magical Creatures. Luckily, they shared the class with the Gryffindors. And he doesn't even know that I love him. He thought, all through their next class where they were assigned to put a certain food in a box that contained an anonymous creature, and judging by what it would eat, or would not eat, guess the creature inside. Draco apparently was acting noticeably different, as Ron, Hermione and Harry had started talking about him.

"He's not even insulting Hagrid." Ron blurted, rather loudly. He was then shh'ed by Hermione, and they all turned to look at Draco, who of course, had been staring non-stop at Harry. Ron fought to hold back a laugh as they cought Draco staring at Harry. Regaining his usual smirk and cold expression, Draco called, "Weasel-King, is it true that your mother is actually your dad's sister?" Ron ears turned scarlet.

"Is it true that you mother only married your father because she's a slut and got pregnant with you?" Harry hissed through clenched teeth, looking equally angry.

Draco's pale eyes narrowed. He opened his mouth to fire back more words, but Hagrid walked up behind Harry and asked, "Wha's the problem 'Arry?" he asked gruffly.

"We were just going to our next class, when he showed up." Ron said, looking disheaveled.

"Yeh get to class, Malfoy!" Hagrid growled.

Turning to walk back to the castle, Draco cast one more look at Harry. Surprised to see that no one was looking his way, he winked at Harry, and walked the rest of the way back to the castle in silent ecstasy.

Draco's next class was History of Magic. One of his least favorite subjects, Professor Binns had a terrible monotone voice that could but anyone to sleep, or close to it, within ten minutes. However, today Draco was completely awake and taking notes. The notes he was writing happened to be only three words that Professor Binns hadn't been talking about. Infact, it was completely off the topic of class. 'I Love Harry'. He wrote it over and over and over again on his parchment until the bell rang for dinner. He distinctly heard Crabbe and Goyle's complaints.

"It's so boring." Crabbe whined, not bothing to keep his voice down. Professor Binns looked at him.

"And pointless! Who cares about this stupid subject?" Goyle added.

"Now, now! You must learn from-" The professor assured.

"I don't care. Stop whining, it's annoying me." Draco snapped, silencing Crabbe and Goyle. He shook his head slowly and walked past them to the Great Hall. Their footsteps echoing oddly behind him. Sitting down at the Slytherin table, Draco could just see Harry through the other two tables. Goyle soon noticed his staring.

"What are you looking at?" Goyle asked stupidly.

"That's not your business." Draco said, his eyes fixated on Harry. Goyle clearly had nothing more to say on the matter, or maybe he wanted to get as much chicken in his mouth as possible, he remained quiet. Picking up a biscuit, Draco walked out of the Great Hall and proceeded to the dungeons. He walked up to his dormitory and fell onto his green and black bed. Looking at his pathetic dinner he suddenly felt sick, Draco chucked it across the dorm, and it landed on the bed closest to the wall. Draco was exhausted, he hadn't eaten anything in the past few days, and he hadn't slept well either. "I love him.. I love Harry Potter."

"You have disgraced the Malfoy name! You are hereby disowned." Came Lucious Malfoy's cold voice, he was enraged by his son's homosexuality.

"No! Father! Please, forgive me!" Draco begged.

"You are no longer Lucious Malfoy's son!" Lucious yelled fiercely, still maintaining the cold, emotionless expression. He picked up his son, and threw him over the edge of the cliff. Draco fell, and landed on cold floor.

His eyes snapped open. It had been a nightmare. Draco was laying on the floor wrapped in his robes, which he had forgotten to take off. Covered in a cold sweat, Draco stood shakily and looked at his clock. 5:18am. Finding the thought of sleep hopeless, he got up, showered and changed into black jeans and a black sweatshirt, since it was saturday.

He walked to the Great Hall, and wasn't surprised to see it almost completely vacant. The cold morning air met Draco's face as he walked outside to the Quidditch pitch. He was startled when he saw people at Quidditch practice. He walked into the stands and took a seat, finding nothing better to do. He was startled to see that it was Gryffindor practicing, but paid attention non-the-less. They were good, he had to admit, but Harry was truly spectacular. His dives, loops, and catches were perfect. Finally, two hours later, the Quidditch team took to the ground, and headed for the changing rooms. Draco, of course, had been watching Harry the entire time. Harry had actually stared right back at Draco, staying completely still on his broom. They had stayed still, both staring into each other's eyes, until a bludger slammed into Harry, knocking him sideways.

After the rest of the Gryffindor team vanished into the changing rooms, Harry stood, waiting next to the stairs Draco would be coming down from. Draco jumped when he saw Harry, standing against the door frame, waiting for him. "Hello, Malfoy." He said coolly.

Draco couldn't think, his brain was completely still. He decided to take a stab at saying something nice, "You're team has come along way, Potter." This was followed by complete silence.

"What are you playing at, Malfoy?" Harry asked, looking suspicious.

"Nothing.."

"Why're you being so nice all of a sudden?"

"I.. don't know." Draco said quietly.

Harry raised his eyebrows accusingly. "You really haven't changed, you know. You're up to something."

"No. I'm not." Draco panicked, it wasn't supposed to work this way. He was supposed to understand.. But he wasn't.

"I'm not as thick as you think I am, Malfoy." Harry said, frowning.

"I don't think that you're thick, Harry.. I- I.. just.. Nevermind." Draco stuttered.

"Did you just call me Harry?" Harry asked, looking astounded.

Draco nodded and walked through the doorway, past Harry. "Yes, I did." he whispered. Walking blindly back to the castle, Draco noticed that Harry was following him.

"Malfoy.. Wait." Came his voice. It wasn't the usual cold, angry tone that he was used to, it was softer, and more friendly.

Draco stopped, and turned around to look expectantly at Harry. "Yes?"

"Why're you acting so.. different, Draco? Although, I must say, I like the change." Harry inquired.

"I'm sick of being mean to you." Draco answered, truthfully.

"Why? You hate me."

"Because I have no reason to be mean to you. My father does, and I'm sick of him telling me who I can and cannot be friends with." Draco was spilling his feelings, although Harry didn't realize it. "And I apologize. For everything."

Harry stood there, in shock. "You're joking.."

"No, I'm completely serious, Harry." Draco assured. "And I-" But he was interrupted when Hermione and Ron came down to the pitch. "I'll go, I doubt that my company is wanted." And he continued to walk up to the castle.

"What was that about?" He heard Ron's voice.

Draco never heard Harry's response, for he walked out of hearing range. It didn't matter to him though, he had gotten somewhere, and had a converstation with Harry that wasn't an arguement. It was just, talking. Well, more trying to convince Harry that he wasn't so bad, and he thought that he had gotten the message through.

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