Draco Malfoy was already way too late for his football practice, thanks his douche pant minions who couldn't drive fast enough and wouldn't let him drive to top it all.

He was never late. Not for football practice at least. It was one of the dearest things to him. Well, today was an exception. But Draco knew his coach wouldn't reprimand him. Not because his father was such a renowned businessman but also because Draco was quite good at it. And by quite good, he meant outstanding.

And just when he was about to enter to enter the sports complex, he ran into someone. Well, someone ran into him because the other guy was walking in the wrong direction.

"What the hell!" Draco exclaimed.

"I'm sorry." The other boy said. He had dark hair and green eyes with circular glasses. Draco knew he was poor or at least not taken care of because he wore clothes that were way too oversized for him. And also that he found him handsome. Extremely handsome.

"What are you doing here?" Draco asked when he had realized he had been staring into the green eyes for too long.

"Well, my cousin, Dudley," Draco snorted on the name, "comes here."

He didn't remember any Dudley. He said so as well to the stranger.

"Well, he joined not so long ago." He replied.

"And don't you play?" Malfoy asked. He shouldn't, he should actually be on his way to the field, but god damn him, he wanted to know everything about this stranger. This gorgeous stranger.

"Not really. My aunt doesn't allow me."

"And your mother?"

"She's no more."

"I'm sorry."

"It's alright. I don't remember them. I was only a year old when they died." He shrugged.

"What's your name?"

"I'm Harry. Harry Potter."

"You shouldn't have had used the Bond style." The stranger- Harry- laughed. And it was such a melody to Draco's ears.

"Who are you?", Harry asked.

Not as straight as I thought I was.

"Draco Malfoy."

Harry's eyes widened. "Malfoy? The rich family. Your father is the biggest business man, isn't he?"

Draco rolled his eyes. "Yeah."

"Aren't you happy? You get all the things you want. Even clothes that fit." He looked down at his oversized- definitely someone else's at first but given to him- clothes. Suddenly Draco felt a pity for Harry. Along with endearment.

"They look good on you. Cute." Draco blurted out.

Shit.

He was in an unending shit.

Harry's cheeks turned red. "Thanks." He muttered while rubbing the back of his neck.

Somewhere, a whistle blew. This got Draco out of his reverie.

"I gotta go." And by this he started running towards the field.

"See you someday." Harry shouted behind him.

Sure. I would love that. He almost said it but said instead, "I'll look for Dudley today. See how he plays."

"Don't if you love your eyesight." Harry spoke. Laughter in each word.

Draco let a little chuckle emit from him as he shouldered open the door to the indoor football field.