Disclaimer: The characters aren't mine. I wish they were, but they're all J.K. Rowling's. Why? Because she's the lucky one who came up with this idea in the first place. Oh to be her... Cool accent... amazing books... lots of cash...

But anyway. This is my plot and storyline. Some stuff is taken from the books (mentions of things that happened... and the characters of course...) And this is a very slashy Harry/Draco fic. Enjoy. Love. Embrace. Review. :-)

For all disclaimers, and author's notes, please read the last chapter, as I find all A/N and disclaimers annoying when repeated for every chapter. You will not find that here. Please read the Author's Notes at the end for any relevant information. Thank you!

Without further ado...

When Opposites Attract

by Katie of Gryffindor

Chapter One

The Look

Harry Potter could feel it. Someone's eyes were boring into him, unwavering in their gaze. He took his eyes off his cereal and glanced around the Great Hall, searching for the piercing eyes. Not until he reached the Slytherin table did he see someone avert their gaze quickly.

But it couldn't be. Harry's ogler began staring at the bowl in front of them, trying act as though it wasn't them who'd been staring.

But Harry had seen the eyes on him. Even if it was only for that split-second. But it couldn't have been who Harry thought...

Malfoy? Harry thought, finally lowering his gaze from his arch nemesis. Why was Malfoy looking at me? Probably sneering. Yes. That's it. Harry mentally shook himself. He was sure Malfoy was just staring at him for some inspiration for a new insult.

"Did you hear me, Harry?" Ron Weasley punched him in the shoulder, regaining Harry's attention. "If we don't get going, we're going to be late for Potions. Geez. Where was your mind?"

"Hmm? Right. Potions. Let's go then. Don't want to keep Snape waiting." Harry mumbled absently, rising to his full six-foot-tall height.

"Right." Ron grumbled. Ron stood, and grabbed the hand of his girlfriend, Hermione Granger. "Bye, Ginny. Colin."

"Bye guys." Harry said vaguely as he grabbed his bag and walked toward the doors with Ron and Hermione. Harry glanced over at Malfoy, still pondering why Malfoy was staring at him. Well, I'm sure I'll find out sooner or later... Malfoy? Of all people...

~*~*~*~

Draco dropped his eyes quickly to avoid the searching emerald orbs that just landed on his own sapphire ones. Damn. He saw me. Draco mentally berated himself for staring at Potter for so damn long, and in such a public place! You just wanted to see his eyes looking at you, you stupid prat! Draco scolded himself again, but this time it was for thinking about Potter in any other way but as his rival. He knew that he had to keep Potter as his enemy, otherwise he would be far too useful to Voldemort. And we all know that's not something we want to happen... RIGHT, HORMONES? I do not want to have anything more than disdain for Potter. Father would hand me straight to Voldemort. No. I'm not going to help them. Either of them. Evil little shits. Draco shook his head, knowing that he never wanted to be like Voldemort. Or his father.

But Potter's just too damn hot! Draco's mind screamed at him. NO! Must. Not. Think. Of. Potter. He's my fucking rival... Nothing else. Dammit.

~*~*~*~

In Potions, they were starting on Truth Draughts.

"This potion is not nearly as strong as Veritaserum. When ingested, the drinker will only respond truthfully to one question. To prevent the questioner from having the wrong question answered, the drinker must be prompted by the phrase 'Don't lie to me!'" Snape glared around at his students. "Well? The ingredients are listed in your books. What are you waiting for? An invitation?" Snape roared at the class, surprising them all. Neville Longbottom was so surprised he fell off his chair.

"So Harry, what was up with you at breakfast?" asked Ron, as he ground his beetles.

"Oh. I was just thinking. No big deal," said Harry in a would-be casual tone.

"Really, Harry. You seemed like you were in another world," said Hermione.

"I was just thinking about someone- erm... Something." said Harry, correcting himself quickly.

"Ooh!" Hermione squealed with excitement. "Who is it? Come on! Tell!" She said playfully, wiggling her eyebrows at him.

"No one. Drop it, please." Harry said, praying his friends would do what he asked. For once.

They didn't.

"Who is she, Harry?" said Ron, winking. "You know we're going to find out some time! Might as well tell now and save yourself the hassle."

I highly doubt that. They would hassle me even more if they know who I was thinking about. Harry glanced past Hermione to the other side of the dungeon. Malfoy was sitting with his ever-present partners, Crabbe and Goyle.

Shake it off, Potter, he scolded himself. We're talking about Malfoy. Draco Fucking Malfoy! Your enemy. Your sleek, elegant... STOP IT BRAIN! Let me say it again. You're thinking about Draco Fucking Malfoy. Son of one of Voldemort's biggest supporters. Snap out of it!

Harry turned to his friends. "I don't want to talk about my love life right now, thank you. Just get off my back, and let's get this bloody potion done. I don't want to be here any longer than I absolutely have to be." he finished angrily. Ron looked like he was about to respond, but Hermione silenced him with a look.

~*~*~*~

Draco flopped down on his bed. He dropped his books on the floor and stared at the ceiling, lost in thought. It had been a week since Potter had caught him staring.

Well, Draco. Now you've done it. Falling for the one person that could kill your whole image. Potter. Why did it have to be POTTER. Draco shook his head.

A second voice in his head came into the conversation. Because. He's beautiful and you know it. You love this new look of his.

Draco smiled inwardly, knowing this to be true. He brought up a picture of Potter in his mind's eye. Harry Potter had grown up quite a bit since their fifth year. Now he had grown into a tall young man, his arms and legs extremely well defined because of his Quidditch training. Potter had finally gotten rid of those ruddy glasses, too. He had asked Madame Pomfrey to improve his eyesight for him. This made it much easier to see the sparkling green eyes that had been hidden for so long.

Shit. Draco, do you realize what's going on here? You're falling for Potter. Do you realize what could happen if you fall for Potter? The first voice in his head screamed at him.

Yes, said the second voice. I could be happier than I ever have been before. The second voice seemed to be winning the battle raging within him. He knew that things would be quite different now. Draco frowned, ever so slightly.

You know, since you're being such a stubborn little git, that you're going to have to fake hating Potter. You know that. Draco frowned harder. I know. But I'll have to live with that.

Draco sat up and hopped nimbly off his bed. He picked up his bag again and took out his Transfiguration homework, hoping it would distract him from his thoughts.

~*~*~*~

Harry had decided he should get away from Ron's and Hermione's questions for a while. All week they had been badgering him, trying to get him to tell them who he was thinking about that morning at breakfast. Today, he had tried to sit with them in the common room, working on their Charms assignment together. But the couple wouldn't stop asking who it was that Harry was daydreaming about. After an hour and a half of their constant queries, Harry had had enough, and stormed out the portrait hole, leaving Ron and Hermione looking like he had just yelled "Stupefy!" and Stunned them both.

Now Harry was at the broom shed. He grabbed his Firebolt and started into the Quidditch stadium. When he got to the field, however, he stopped.

Malfoy.

Harry soundlessly mounted his broom and kicked off gently, soaring up toward the blonde boy already in the air.

~*~TBC~*~