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A/N: I wouldn't really write about this pairing but I quite like it so I thought I'd give it a shot! It's also my first Harry Potter one so I hope it doesn't suck!
Harry, Ron and Hermione sat back in their seats gazing out of the carriage window of the Hogwarts Express. Ron and Hermione's new Prefect badges glistened in the sunlight.
"Ron we'd better get to the Prefect's carriage." Said Hermione as she looked down at her watch.
"Yeah ok." Ron sighed. He turned to give Harry an apologetic smile. "Sorry mate, we'll be back as quick as we can."
"I'll be fine. Don't worry about it." Harry shrugged.
He closed his eyes as his two best friends left the carriage. Taking a deep breath, he leant his head back and turned to look once more out of the window.
Minutes later, Ron and Hermione entered the carriage. Ron flopped down on the empty seat and Hermione sat next to him looking slightly annoyed.
"I can't believe it…I just can't…" Hermione stuttered.
"Can't believe what?" Harry frowned.
"He just can't be. No one in their right mind -"
"Since when has Dumbledore been in his right mind?" Ron laughed.
"What?" Harry demanded.
"He can't be a Prefect." She shouted.
"Who Hermione?" Harry asked, growing annoyed.
"Who else Potter?" A smug voice asked.
Harry turned towards the door to the carriage to see a tall, slim blond figure standing there. He couldn't help but notice the way the sun glinted off his blond hair and made his steel-grey eyes sparkle.
Realising he had been staring for way too long at his enemy, Harry shook his head and glared at Malfoy.
"You? They made you a Prefect?" He scoffed.
"Yes they did." Malfoy grinned, tapping the badge on his chest.
Harry stared longingly at his chest.
"I can't believe Dumbledore would let Snape pick a weasel like you to be a Prefect. What did you do, put him under the Imperius curse?" Ron laughed. "I wouldn't be surprised if your dad taught you how to do it."
Harry was shaken out of his thoughts as Crabbe, whom Harry had only just noticed was standing in his usual place beside Malfoy, stepped forward clutching his wand. Ron jumped up and pointed his own wand at Crabbe.
"You'll pay for that one." Malfoy spat.
The sound of wands being whipped out filled the carriage. Harry turned to see Ron and Hermione pointing their wands at Malfoy, Crabbe and Goyle who in turn pointed theirs at them. Ron looked at Harry expectantly as he sat in the middle. He jumped up and whipped his wand out.
Curses began to fly around him, colliding with cracks and bangs.
As Ron aimed a curse at Malfoy, Harry panicked and jumped between them, knocking Malfoy to his feet and landing on top of him.
Silence filled the carriage as Ron, Hermione, Crabbe and Goyle stared down at them in surprise.
Malfoy looked up at him in shock. He wanted to push Harry off him and curse his ass but he couldn't help but stare into Harry's emerald eyes.
Harry noticed how close they were and fought the urge to close the tiny gap between their lips. This thought totally surprised Harry causing him to freeze.
Malfoy felt the same conflict in the back of his mind. He suddenly felt irritated and pushed Harry from him as he scrambled to his feet.
"Erm…sorry." Harry mumbled.
"Get off me Potter." Malfoy growled.
Harry jumped up as Malfoy stormed off down the corridor followed by Crabbe and Goyle, his cheeks tinged a slight pink. He turned to see Ron staring at him with his mouth open and Hermione staring at him suspiciously.
"What the hell was that about?" Ron demanded.
"I – I – I just – didn't want us to get into trouble before we even get to school." He lied.
"Have you and Hermione switched places?" Ron asked as the three of them plopped back into their seats.
Harry just shrugged and began to roll his wand around in his hands. Neville, Ginny and Luna entered the carriage unaware of the tension between the three best friends and provided light conversation. It was easy for Harry to forget about the incident as he caught up with his friends but he was aware of Hermione's eyes on him every time she returned from her rounds. He tried not to look too uncomfortable and ignored the way she was staring at him.
By the time the train had pulled into the station, Harry was relieved. He took a deep breath as he gathered his things from the train and made his way to the Thestral pulled carriages. As he went, he peered over people's heads to try and catch a glimpse of the blond haired boy. However, he soon realised he would be fulfilling his duty as a Prefect and bullying the first years. Shoulders drooping, he climbed into a carriage with Luna, Ginny and Neville.
"You seem very quiet Harry." Luna commented, smiling lazily at him.
"I'm just…tired." He shrugged.
She smiled at him and turned to the others. He was grateful that they left him alone as they made their way to the castle.
It soon appeared in the distance and Harry felt his usual gladness to be back. Hogwarts was his home and there wasn't anywhere else he'd rather be, except at Grimmauld Place with his Godfather Sirius.
As they entered the Great Hall, Harry took a seat where he would be facing the Slytherin table. When he glanced over, he saw that Malfoy had sat down facing him with Crabbe and Goyle on either side. Malfoy glanced up and locked eyes with Harry before looking away quickly. He was vaguely aware of Ron and Hermione sitting down at the table with him.
The process of the Sorting and the feast, which Harry usually enjoyed, seemed to go on forever, with Harry and Malfoy casting quick glances at each other throughout. Ron and Hermione tried to make conversation with him but he just wasn't interested.
Hermione had her back to the Slytherins and caught him staring over her shoulder. She turned to see Malfoy staring back. His eyes widened and he quickly turned to make conversation with Goyle. When she turned back, Harry's cheeks had turned a pale pink. They stared at each other for a few moments before looking down at their plates. Ron continued to stuff his face, unaware of anything else.
At the end of the feast, Ron and Hermione drifted off to guide the new Gryffindors to the common room. He watched as Hermione nudged Ron and whispered something in his ear. Ron cast a quick glance at Harry then back at Hermione, chuckling and shaking his head. He stopped laughing as Hermione glared at him and nodded.
Harry quickly made his way up to his dormitory and tried to avoid anyone that may stop him to talk to him.
By the time he got there, he was the first one there. He quickly changed and dived under the covers of his bed.
As his fellow fifth years filed in, he pretended to be fast asleep. He sensed Ron pause at the foot of his bed before carrying on to his own.
As the lights went out in the room and voices drifted into silence, Harry opened his eyes and gazed out into the night. What the hell was wrong with him? Why couldn't he stop thinking about Malfoy?
Questions bounced around his head as he drifted into an uneasy sleep.
Down in the dungeons, Draco lay awake staring up at the emerald green and silver decorations above his bed.
Was this some sort of joke? What the hell had Potter done to him? He must have put a spell on him when he'd knocked him to the floor.
Harry's face popped into his head and he could do nothing to get rid of it. He could see his eyes glittering as he smiled at Draco. Those pink lips. Thinking about how close he was to kissing them, it only made him want to kiss them more.
Was it true? Was Draco Malfoy starting to find Harry Potter attractive…desirable?