'Of all people.'
The first thought that came to Malfoy seemed to be the one that stood out most.
'Of all people.'
Even Hermione would have been better for him; at least she would have meant he was still straight.
But no, naturally, it would take someone like Draco Malfoy to fall madly in love with his enemy. That seemed to keep him up to par with his most recent accomplishments. He managed to pull off just enough passing grades last year to keep him admitted to Hogwarts, or at least that's what he thought, knowing his family's status, he failed and good ol' father managed to cover it up. Naturally, every one at school knew he was becoming a complete loser. He had even stopped insulting Har-Potter every time he saw him. To some, he was losing his touch.
But as Malfoy stood on the steps and looked down at the array of Gryffindors below, he couldn't help thinking:
'If they only knew…Of all people…'
It had started as simple as anything normal for Malfoy, he was in potions, again paired with good-for-nothing Potter, and again having to hold back his snickering as Potter managed to screw up a potion even a two year old could figure out.
*****
Snape stood annoying close to Potter, and looked down on him as if he were a bug that desperately needed to be squashed.
"Potter…I do believe you have forgotten a most crucial element to you potion, no, to your concoction, I dare say you call that a proper sleeping potion? I do expect you will be adding the tulip root soon, as that what makes the bloody thing effective? "
Potter looked down at the simmering purple fluid, knowing that what he had done was not as good as it could be, but also not seeing why Snape couldn't just back off, it would work, and he'd love to prove it.
Malfoy had watched Potter from the corner of his eye, completely delighted as Snape dissected everything Potter was doing.
*****
He had enjoyed watching Potter squirm under Snape's watch, and now, looking back on it, he thought that it was probably Potter's squirming that had gotten him into this awful mess.
Malfoy tried desperately to push the thought of Potter squirming from his mind as he walked down the steps that led to the Great Hall.
'I can't-no-I won't let him get to me, I could have anyone I want, and sod it all, I certainly don't want bloody Potter.' Malfoy thought, rather helplessly, as he continued through the doors.
Ignoring the entire room as he walked in, Malfoy took his usually spot next to Crabbe and Goyle.
"Oi, Draco, what kept you?" came the unusually sweet-sounding voice of Pansy Parkinson.
Draco looked over her head at Potter, while muttering his response, "Mmm, hi, nothing."
She gave him a curious look before deciding to leave it alone, and went back to her breakfast.
It was only the third day back, and Malfoy already felt lost in Potter. All he had worked towards over the holidays, trying to forget, and failing miserably.
Malfoy thought hard about his current situation before tearing his eyes away from Potter, who was smiling ignorantly with his friends.
'It's going to be a long year,' he thought.
The first thought that came to Malfoy seemed to be the one that stood out most.
'Of all people.'
Even Hermione would have been better for him; at least she would have meant he was still straight.
But no, naturally, it would take someone like Draco Malfoy to fall madly in love with his enemy. That seemed to keep him up to par with his most recent accomplishments. He managed to pull off just enough passing grades last year to keep him admitted to Hogwarts, or at least that's what he thought, knowing his family's status, he failed and good ol' father managed to cover it up. Naturally, every one at school knew he was becoming a complete loser. He had even stopped insulting Har-Potter every time he saw him. To some, he was losing his touch.
But as Malfoy stood on the steps and looked down at the array of Gryffindors below, he couldn't help thinking:
'If they only knew…Of all people…'
It had started as simple as anything normal for Malfoy, he was in potions, again paired with good-for-nothing Potter, and again having to hold back his snickering as Potter managed to screw up a potion even a two year old could figure out.
*****
Snape stood annoying close to Potter, and looked down on him as if he were a bug that desperately needed to be squashed.
"Potter…I do believe you have forgotten a most crucial element to you potion, no, to your concoction, I dare say you call that a proper sleeping potion? I do expect you will be adding the tulip root soon, as that what makes the bloody thing effective? "
Potter looked down at the simmering purple fluid, knowing that what he had done was not as good as it could be, but also not seeing why Snape couldn't just back off, it would work, and he'd love to prove it.
Malfoy had watched Potter from the corner of his eye, completely delighted as Snape dissected everything Potter was doing.
*****
He had enjoyed watching Potter squirm under Snape's watch, and now, looking back on it, he thought that it was probably Potter's squirming that had gotten him into this awful mess.
Malfoy tried desperately to push the thought of Potter squirming from his mind as he walked down the steps that led to the Great Hall.
'I can't-no-I won't let him get to me, I could have anyone I want, and sod it all, I certainly don't want bloody Potter.' Malfoy thought, rather helplessly, as he continued through the doors.
Ignoring the entire room as he walked in, Malfoy took his usually spot next to Crabbe and Goyle.
"Oi, Draco, what kept you?" came the unusually sweet-sounding voice of Pansy Parkinson.
Draco looked over her head at Potter, while muttering his response, "Mmm, hi, nothing."
She gave him a curious look before deciding to leave it alone, and went back to her breakfast.
It was only the third day back, and Malfoy already felt lost in Potter. All he had worked towards over the holidays, trying to forget, and failing miserably.
Malfoy thought hard about his current situation before tearing his eyes away from Potter, who was smiling ignorantly with his friends.
'It's going to be a long year,' he thought.
