A/N: This is a prequel to the Perfect Series. It originally started out as Perfect-Part Four, but it kept extending so that it's too long to fit into a part! Thus it became a prequel instead. Actually, I think you will understand it better if you read the first 3 parts of Perfect first J Weird right? As I said before, authors just have no control over characters. I will probably finish this series before going on with Perfect.
This is a story about how Harry and Draco fell in love in their first year. As I don't own a copy of " Harry Potter and the Philosophy's Stone", the happenings below are based on my memory thus if there is anything that doesn't follow, please correct me. However some parts are deliberately changed so as to conform to this story. Also I know what written below is not likely to happen when they are only eleven. As can all of you pretend that with they attended Hogwarts first year, they were already fifteen or older?
Thanks to all those great people who reviewed Soulmates, you are all angels! There's a section below dedicated to you. The biggest thank you is however reserved to my beta-reader, Asuka-san. She beta-read this is the shortest time possible!
I guess I rambled on long enough, on with the story! Oh an extra reminder, this is SLASH! So those who don't like that can leave now J
First and Only Love
Part One
Drowning
He was looking at him again.
Although Harry didn't turn around, he knew Draco was staring at him from the Slytherin Table. He didn't need to turn around; he could feel the pure fire from Draco's two silver eyes burning a pair of holes into his back. They would be silver. Draco's gray eyes always turned silver when he was angry.
"Hey, Harry, Malfoy looks like he wants to kill you." Seamus, who sat across from Harry, commented as he reached for the muffins.
"Of course he would. He's angry Harry didn't die yesterday when Snape enchanted Harry's broomstick!" Ron cried heatedly.
Harry didn't answer. Somehow, he knew that wasn't the reason.
"Just ignore him. He can't do anything anyway. The more pressing matter is to think about what Snape's up to and who this Flamel is," said Hermione logically.
"Yes," said Harry, thankful that the subject had been changed. "Let's go to the library after this."
"No," said Hermione. "Let's go now," she said firmly.
"Awww…but I'm not done yet," Ron complained, but he dutifully got up and followed the other two.
Harry didn't say a word, he was only too happy to throw himself into the research and get his mind off other stuff. Stuff that concerned the pair of silver eyes that followed him as he walked out of the Great Hall.
"All these books and nothing found! I can't believe this! We must have gone through more than half of the library already!
" Ron moaned, dropping his head on top of the dusty pile of books on the table in front of him.
"Don't give up! There must be something about Flamel in here somewhere. Besides, we haven't even gone through a quarter of the books yet," Hermione said determinedly.
"What I don't understand is, if Snape is up to something, what does it have to do with me?" Harry said. "I'm just a first year, what does killing me have to do with it? Why enchant my broomstick?"
"Are you dumb or what? You're Harry Potter, The Boy Who Lived! Notice the capital letters? You are Somebody! " Ron said, lifting his head up in and waving his arms for emphasis. "Besides, he probably just hates you and wants to get rid of you."
"No, there must be a reason. We heard him threaten Quirrel and he set that troll in the school. He wouldn't have done that if what he wanted was not important. If he just wants to get rid of Harry because he hates him, he won't do it now in case it affects his plans." Hermione said thoughtfully, pausing in the middle of a book.
Harry shook his head and said, "Never mind, I've had enough of this for a while. I'm going out to get some air."
"Great, I'll go with you!" exclaimed Ron in delight at the idea of freedom.
"No! The two of you aren't going to skive off now," said Hermione sharply. "If you want some rest, you can take turns. Harry, you go off first and come back in an hour, and then Ron can go. Ron, sit down now!"
Harry smiled sympathetically at Ron who sank down into his chair dejectedly. As he walked out of the library, faint mutters of "Stricter than Mum" and " three-headed Gorgon" drifted distinctly into his ears.
Harry was still laughing to himself when he rounded the corner and therefore didn't notice the black shadow that crept up to him. He stifled a cry as someone suddenly slammed into him from behind and pushed him into the empty Charms classroom next to him.
He knew who it was almost instantly. Thus he wasn't surprised when the shadow turned him around, pressing him against the wall and he was treated to a close up of Draco Malfoy's face.
His whole body relaxed. Somehow, somehow, something in his heart knew Draco wouldn't hurt him. Even though he looked ready to commit murder, with his silver eyes flashing and his pale face even whiter than normal.
"What do you want?" Harry said calmly, making no move to resist the hands tightly gripping his arms.
"I overheard you in the library. Is it true? Snape enchanted your broom yesterday?"
"Why?" Harry thought about what Ron had said in the morning and smiled. "Sad that Snape didn't manage to kill me?"
The hands tightened around his arms, nearly cutting off the blood circulation. "Don't joke with me," Draco hissed.
Harry still didn't struggle. "Why are you concerned then? Why do you care if Snape wants to kill me or not? You hate me."
Draco jerked with a start. And looked into Harry's eyes with shock.
Harry looked straight into his eyes. "Don't bother to lie. I know you hate me."
Draco shook his head with something akin to desperation in his eyes. "Just answer my question. Is Snape trying to kill you or not?"
He started gripping Harry's shoulder and shaking him fiercely shouting "Is he? Is he?" repeatedly.
'Like a night in a storm. Draco's eyes look just like the color of the night in a storm,' Harry thought in a detached way. Almost as if he was just an observer that didn't suffer through sleepless nights and troubled days over those very same eyes.
"Yes."
Draco stopped. "What?"
"Snape is trying to kill me."
Draco suddenly let go of Harry's shoulder and turned away.
Harry leaned against the wall and waited.
Draco turned back and Harry saw that he had his lower lip caught tightly between his teeth. Harry fought an unreasonable urge to stop him from mauling his lips.
"Promise me you won't play in the next Quidditch match."
"What?" Whatever Draco had been about to say, Harry hadn't expected this.
"You heard me. Promise me."
"No." There was no question, no doubt in his answer.
"Yes! You must promise me!" The hands were back to gripping him.
Harry almost sighed at the expected response. "No! I can't and I won't let Gryfinndor down."
"Is your life more important or that stupid title?"
"Why do you care?"
Draco flinched at the question.
Harry felt the hands on him loosen and he quickly gripped Draco back and turned to press him against the wall. His turn.
"Why do you care if I live or die?" he repeated, adding more force to the question.
Harry gazed intently into Draco's eyes while he waited for the answer. And realized he didn't need one. How could he be so dense? He asked himself. It was so obvious. So very obvious, there in the silver eyes. He stared deeply into the eyes flooded with emotion. There was hate, true. But, there was also…love.
"You stupid git, why didn't you say a word???"
Without waiting for an answer he didn't need, Harry acknowledged what he had always known deep in his heart and bent his head to crush Draco's lips under his.
It wasn't a gentle kiss. There was too much passion in the both of them for it to be gentle. Harry's lips ravaged Draco's, taking and claiming what he knew was his before pushing his tongue into Draco's mouth without asking. There, he explored and conquered without mercy.
When it finally ended, both were breathless. Harry's arms were encircled tightly around Draco's waist and Draco's arms were wrapped around Harry's neck. Harry realized that Draco was trembling, shaking like a leaf in the wind, and pulled him closer. Draco buried his face into the warmth of Harry's neck.
For a while, both remained so, in silence.
Harry thought he was dreaming when he saw a chord wrapping itself around the couple. It was a chord made out of light, a kind of ethereal light that was neither silver nor gold, yet both silver and gold. The light it gave out didn't spread to the whole room but stayed around the both of them, bathing them in a warmth that seemed unearthly.
"Beautiful, isn't it?" Draco whispered into Harry's ears.
"You see it too?"
Draco nodded.
"What do you think it is?" Harry whispered back, to raise his voice seemed wrong somehow.
Draco shook his head, "I don't know. I never saw it before. Maybe it is some kind of fairy light." But his tone sounded unconvincing, fairy lights weren't strong enough to produce light that brilliant.
"Anyway, does this mean that you promise me not to play in the match next week?" Harry's safety was uppermost in his mind.
"I can't, you know that. The team depends on me." Harry was immovable on this topic.
Draco pushed himself away from Harry. "Then what is this?"
"This has nothing to do with it." Neither noticed the light growing fainter as the two moved apart. "I have my principles."
"So the high-and-mighty Harry Potter with principles is too good for me, is that it?"
"I didn't mean it that way!"
"You were just playing with me, weren't you?"
"Unless you explain why I shouldn't play next week."
"Why should I? I would think that you with the great principles would be above it."
"You're unreasonable!"
"It appears that I am worrying for nothing." Draco said coldly. "I'm sure the great Potter can take care of himself."
The light disappeared the moment Draco left the room.
Harry looked at his watch. There were still twenty minutes before he was due back in the library but Harry decided to let Ron go off earlier. Suddenly, he was desperate to bury himself in the books and hopefully drown.
A/N: So how was that? Did you like it or hate it? Should I just dump this and go back to Perfect? Please, please give me reviews. I know I shouldn't be greedy but I do so want to have reviews, without them, it's hard to go on.
And the thanks. Many thanks to RatheraMutemwiya, Reklaw Enna, Unicorn Chick, Elice and Obession for the rave reviews! And to Alexander Slytherin, yes, I am Chinese and thanks for the recommendation; I'll look for it certainly. I try not to let any Harry/Draco fics get by me if I can! J And a great big kiss for Asuka-san both for the beta reading and the great comments!
Disclaimer: Any stuff you recognize belong to Rowlings, the rest to me.