Prelude / Intro

Oh, how he hated him. The scar, the glasses, the hair that seemed incontrollable. The twinkling emerald eyes. Oh,how he hated Harry Potter.
Draco Malfoy sat at lunch in the Great Hall, shoving his fork malevolently into his delicious, but uneaten chicken. No one at the Slytherin table spoke to eachother. It was just one of those days. They were mad at him, and he had nothing but contempt for anyone. They boy who lived, Saint bloody Patronus Potter had ruined his day once again.

It had been a good day. He'd gotten through every class with good marks, not gotten in trouble, his mother would appreciate that. Then Potter had been all giggly-smily, and Draco had had to taunt him. He hated the way Potters smile seemed to shine right through him, cleansing like water, and made him feel unworthy, like he was lower than him. Oh, how he hated him. Draco pushed his hair back, and out of his eyes,and looked up on impulse, only to discover a Potter that was already looking at narrowed his eyes, he wanted Potter to see how much he hated him. Potter fled the hall after a few seconds of Dracos evil eye.

He was satisfied, he told himself. Potter had ruined his day first. It was only fair. They had been outside during a free period, it was beautiful weather, and Potter and the weasel had been playing Quidditch one on one,while the Mudblood was playing with the Omniculars. Draco had only snatched their Quaffle, and started to rise upwards on his broom, when a powerful gust of wind had knocked him off his broom, causing him to fall in mid-air. Just when he thought he would hit the ground, Harry Potter had grabbed him onto his own broom, and saved him from what would've been a most unpleasant meeting with rocks and ground.

Bloody Potter, always saving the day. He had even asked if he was okay. Draco almost snarled at this memory. Himself, red-faced and flushed, clutching Harry Potter around the waist like a scared little girl, out of breath and terrified, and the rough, rugged voice of Harry bloody Potter asking if he was okay, if he was all right. And he couldn't do anything but nod vigorously and clutch harder.

Oh, how he hated him.

Draco sat through the entire meal, only eating one bite now and then.
No one spoke to him, and he couldn't care less. He was more mad at himself than they were,anyway.

Why had he done it? Why had he kissed Harry Potter!