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A/N: This is my first story, so it probably sucks! But, I hope you like it!:) x
Summary: After the war, people thought Draco Malfoy was the same arrogant git he's always been. But really, he's broken, and awfully lovesick. 8th-Year.
Warnings: Slash. Very light angst throughout the story.
The sky was covered by dark clouds that pelted out heavy raindrops. Fourteen quidditch players speeded across the pitch on their brooms, eager to make the first game of the year big. Among the screaming students in the stands sat a rather bored looking blonde with a scowl upon his face. This blonde by was clearly a Slytherin, judging by his apparel. His silvery glowing eyes scanned through the crowd as if looking for someone. This boy also seemed to be rather dry, despite the unpleasant weather.
"Draco dear, what's wrong?" another Slytherin asked the blonde who's name was apparently Draco, though you will now find out that his full name is Draco Lucius Malfoy. This second Slytherin had darker hair that reached just passed her shoulders. She had a rather unattractive, pug-shaped face and a suspiciously soothing voice... just too calm to belong to a Slytherin. Of course, that's exactly what a Slytherin would want you to think.
"Nothing Pansy," Draco sighed. "Just leave me alone."
"What's the point of being out here if you don't want to be, then?" this girl named Pansy asked.
Draco merely gave Pansy a look that silently told something that the two apparently kept between them. The black-haired girl smirked and turned around to revert her attention to the match before Draco could give his famous Malfoy Glare.
"-caught the snitch! Gryffindor wins 320 to 140!" the students of Hogwarts erupted into cheers as an eighth year Gryffindor by the name of Seamus Finnigan announced this. Draco tilted his head up just in time to see Harry Potter applauding, then disappearing into the sea of people on the other side of the pitch. Shaking his head as if ridding a thought, the blonde held his head high, narrowed his eyes, and scowled at everyone who came in his way. He stood up and made his way through the crowd, pushing everyone out of his way and heading back to the castle.
It wasn't until he was in his dorm that Draco removed his dry-bubble charm. He then flung himself on his bed, closed and locked the curtains, and pulled out a small box labeled 'extra vials'. The Slytherin used a series of spells to unlock this box only to find no vials inside. Instead, there were small cutouts photos of Harry Potter from recent Daily Prophets. Draco smiled and took a photo from the very bottom of the pile. This one had been his favourite because Harry was actually smiling in this one, rather than looking annoyed and trying to push the photographer away. Oh, one of the things that Draco wanted more than anything was to have Harry Potter give him this smile. Not the sort of forced smile he made, but a real, happy smile. Giving the small paper a sad look, he placed it back in the box and re-locked it, and placed the box back between his bed's headboard and mattress. The blonde then pulled out yet another item but from beneath his pillow. This item was no box, but a plushie of a lion about as big as Draco's head. The lion had plastic black round glasses with no lenses and a charm to make them stay on. Not to excited to get up and change or shower, the Slytherin pulled the sheets up over him and the plushie, nested his face into the lion's mane, and curled up whispering something no one would ever have thought Draco Malfoy would say before drifting off into sleep.
"Love you, Harry,"
Draco was woken up later by a loud noise entering into his dorm. Shouts and hollers were being thrown across the room. The blonde placed his plushie under his pillow and opened his bed curtains.
"What are you bloody annoying idiots doing?" he groaned.
"Sorry Dray, didn't know you were in here." an extremely tall boy with fair skin and a light Italian accent went over and sat on the edge of Draco's bed.
"Shove off Blaise,"
"Oy, Malfoy! Why are you so grumpy?" another boy popped up. His ginger hair was sticking out in all directions and his light blue eyes sparkled with mischief. One would think he got that look from his older twin brothers.
"Draco, are you alright? You look sad," another boy came over and sat next to Draco on his bed, placing his hand on the blonde's forehead. "Are you sick?" this boy had dark black hair that looked 10 times more worse than the ginger's. His lightning bolt scar on his forehead is what most people would recognize about him. Though, Draco rather liked his eyes: they were a bright vivid green that resembled emeralds, sparkling brightly with joy. Or at least, that was usually the case. For now, these bright green eyes were filled with worry as he repeatedly asked Draco what was wrong.
"It's nothing Harry," Draco sighed. "I'm alright," one would think that having a Harry Potter would make their day no matter what was wrong. But for Draco Malfoy, it wouldn't do anything. Harry and Draco made up after the war and became, sort of friends at least. Sure, Harry worried about the Slytherin when something was wrong, but Draco convinced himself that it was just that Gryffindor spark inside of the Boy-Who-Lived. The blonde didn't actually think that Harry really cared about him. "I'm just tired."
"Oh, well then get some rest. I'll wake you up before dinner," Harry patted Draco's arm and signaled Blaise to get off of the bed.
"Feel better Draco. Don't want to get the sniffles now, do we?"
"Bugger off, Blaise."