Opposites Attract

Written for Sherri3555 for the April One-Shot Exchange.

Prompts: (Word) Weird, (Object) white roses, (AU) Muggle high school,

Genre: Romance

"You can't be serious, Draco," his best friend Blaise exclaimed in bewilderment. "He's weird and wears clothes that are miles too big for him, so how could someone like you even look at him?"

Draco rolled his eyes at his friend as they walked to their maths lesson. As fun as Blaise was, sometimes his superficiality could be very trying - today was one of those days. "There's something about his green eyes that just pulls me in. So what if his clothes are too big?"

His friend's mouth dropped open at Draco's words, causing him to reach out and shut it for him. "Close your mouth, Blaise, you look rather gormless with it hanging open like that." Without waiting for a reply, he entered the classroom and walked to his usual seat at the back. Casting his eyes around the room, he saw Harry Potter staring and gave him his most winning smile; the smile that had all his previous conquests eating out of the palm of his hand. Harry's reaction seemed to be no different from the rest, as he went slightly pink and looked away quickly. Draco was delighted by his rather flustered behaviour, and it even endeared Harry to him even more.

At this moment, Blaise wondered into the classroom and sat down next to Draco. He smirked as he saw that Draco's eyes were glued to the back of Harry's head. "Draco Malfoy -the only son of the richest man in town, has feelings for Harry Potter – the unpopular orphan who lives with his Aunt and Uncle; these are words I never thought I'd say out loud," he whispered. His taunting earned another eye roll from his friend, and it was hard to tell who was more shocked when Draco stood up and gathered his things before walking to the front and standing by Harry's desk.

"Is it ok if I sit here? I'm tired of sitting next to that idiot."

A few seconds ticked by with Harry staring in amazement at the blonde haired boy standing in front of him. Draco's heart sank as he thought Harry was rejecting his request, but just as he was about to give up and move away he received an answer. "Yeah, sure. I don't mind at all."

It was hardly an eloquent response, not that Draco cared at all about that. His face lit up as he took a seat next to the boy with the dazzling green eyes – such a contrast to his own steely grey ones. There were many more things that fascinated him about Harry Potter. Firstly, there was the scar on his forehead; he longed to ask him about it but realised that was a rather personal question, and not something one could ask a virtual stranger. Then there was his jet black hair that was so different to his blonde locks - as different as night and day, he thought with amusement.

Unfortunately, his thoughts were stopped abruptly when Miss McGonagall walked in; the professor was known for her no-nonsense approach to teaching, and Draco didn't want to get on her bad side. Glancing once more at his hopefully-soon-to-be-lover, he focused entirely on the lesson.

Harry Potter walked sullenly to his locker and sighed in frustration. Today had been the day from hell, and it couldn't end soon enough for Harry. Not only had he earned a D for his History assignment, but he also had detention with Mr. Snape to look forward to. Opening his locker soon changed his mood when he saw a single white rose lying proudly amongst his belongings. A small smile appeared on his face and he looked around to see if anyone was around. He was slightly disappointed when he saw nobody there, but he scooped the rose up and placed it gently into his bag before walking away with a spring in his step. Little did he know that he'd be receiving white roses for the rest of the week – then perhaps his secret admirer would make themselves known.