A/N: Hey, this is my fist story ever, so please be gentle.
Summary: Harry likes Draco, Draco likes Harry, but they don't know it, what happens when the two become friends?
Pairing: Do I have to tell you?
Disclaimer: J.K Rowling is amazing and deserves all the credit for anything you recognize!
Chapter 1: The plot
There is nothing worse than this, not even death, thought Harry Potter. His archenemy, and secret love, Draco Malfoy was caressing another, with pure passion in his eyes.
"Ha! What a fool," thought Draco upon seeing the pain in Harry's eyes, for Draco thought he knew what Harry wanted. Draco wanted the same. He knew what he was before he had even stepped foot in the Train bound for Hogwarts.
Flashback
Draco saw the most beautiful black hair, just as he got in the train. He soon sought out the boy he had seen. The boy, who had the most beautiful green eyes Draco had ever seen, was sitting next to a red headed boy with shabby robes. The boy's companion must be a Weasley based on his apperance. His father had taught that the Weasley family was one of the great sorrows of the wizarding world and was to be scorned.
"You must be a Weasley, judging by your red hair and tattered robes," Draco said with scorn, as his father had taught him to speak to those such as the Weasley's. Draco turned his gray eyes upon the dark haired boy and nearly fell. He was beautiful. Mussed hair, the most beautiful green eyes and a slight smile. For being only 11 he sure was a god, Draco thought.
"I am Malfoy, Draco Malfoy," Draco introduced himself. He didn't have cause to speak with scorn to the boy, but a small amount seeped into his voice by the mere presence of the Weasley boy.
"I'm Harry Potter," The boy said, quietly. Draco's eyes shot up to Harry's hair line and upon seeing the scar he offered his hand in friendship, know his father would be proud, and he wanted Harry to belong to him too. Harry did not accept, in fact he rejected Draco point blank. Draco left, stung.
His father did not know what he was, and Draco did not wish to out himself, so he found a girl in his year who was in love with him and his parents would find acceptable. When he was with her, at any times, even walking in the hall. He closed his eyes and pretended it was Potter he was walking next to.
Present Day
Draco continued caressing the person next to him watching those beautiful eyes fill with pain and lust. Draco knew his own eyes were filled with passion, not for the body next to him, which was only a means to an end, Draco cared not who he was caressing, he only had eyes for Harry. The passion in his eyes was in response to the lust in Harry's. Draco continued caressing the body until the pain in Harry's eyes grew greater than the lust and Harry turned away.
"Leave me," spat Draco seconds after Harry had left. The person left quietly knowing Draco would not be pleased with slowness. Draco cast a disolusoment charm on himself. After the cold feeling had traveled throughout his entire body he set out after Harry
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Harry turned away from Draco cursing himself for ever thinking Draco would be his. He left the room cursing himself for watching and for being aroused by that pale caressing hand. Harry walked for a few yards then sank onto a bench. He put his head in his hands and bemoaned his fate. He, the Chosen One, destroyer of Voldemort and Hero of the world, was fated to a life alone, without the person he wanted by his side. After a few minutes Harry felt a hand touch his arm, gently. He turned to see who was touching him, but there was no one there. He looked closely and, using his Auror training, he could just see the outline of a person.
"I know you're here," Harry said. There was a small gasp. "I can see you're outline." Harry reached he hand out to touch the person's hand. "Will you tell me who you are?" The hand Harry was holding brought Harry's hand to a face. The face moved in a "no" motion.
"Oh," Harry paused trying to find the courage to ask his question. "Can I… I mean, will you let…. Um, may I… can I feel you're face?"Harry's checks turned a bright red, but the person nodded and brought Harry's other hand gently to the face. Harry gently trailed his fingers across the face feeling a strong nose, high cheek bones and a full mouth. Harry ran his fingers through the hair feeling the silky smoothness of it. The head leaned into Harry's hand, almost like a cat. Harry trailed his fingers though the hair, down slightly stubbled cheeks, and a firmly muscled chest. The person, who was a man to Harry's pleasure, gently pulled away as Harry tailed his fingers down his arm. The man put his palm gently on Harry's face, caressing it. Then he drew away, with an air of sadness. The man pressed two fingers to Harry's lips and left. The footsteps echoed down the hall.
Harry sighed. He didn't know what the man was; only that he was gentle and Harry decided he would do anything to actually meet this man and get to know him.
