A/N: Title has been abbreviated! The title is actually "Hidden Underneath, Uncompleted in Between, Found Above". It was just too long for me to actually enter it as the title when I uploaded the story. So just keep that in mind! Thanks!

Thanks to: Jedi-Bant for beta-ing this for me! I'm very grateful!

P.S. I do not own these characters/settings! They are all J.K. Rowling's and belong to her! Now on to the story! :)

Chapter One

Today started out like every other day in Hogwarts for Draco Malfoy. His morning routine went as it did since his first day at Hogwarts, routes and classes started out as usual as well until he started spacing out and thinking of Harry bloody Potter of all things. It kept aggravating him and the blond desperately tried to think of other things as his mind wandered but to no avail.

He always did exceptionally well in potions and often got ahead since he'd read through the book so many times plus he'd gone through all the potions at least twice now. This continuously led him to spacing out while his professor and godfather, Severus Snape, explained the theories and instructions to everyone else. Usually Draco would think about his other classes or what he was going to do for his hour break later in the day. Today however, his eyes kept veering back to Potter like he was a light that Draco was being drawn towards.

Snape never got mad at Draco for staring off in class considering he had a magnificent grade. The young Malfoy began to smile as he recalled how amusing it was to himself that Snape let Draco's carelessness go when the potions professor always popped the famous young wizard, and his ginger friend, Weasley, on the head.

Damn it there he went again! Thinking about that insufferable Potter when he despised him! As soon as he began spacing out once more, Crabbe spilt the foul smelling potion they were working on all over the Malfoy heir's robes.

"Crabbe! What the bloody hell is wrong with you?" Draco cried out standing up immediately and catching everyone's attention, even Harry's. The blonde was excused from class and hurried out of the room all the while feeling those bright emerald eyes following Draco's every move while a very Slytherin-like grin settled itself on the Gryffindor's face making butterflies appear in Draco's stomach. What the bloody hell was wrong with him? He should not be feeling anything for Potter!

Harry heard Malfoy yell at his goon just in time to turn around and look to see their potion all over the Slytherin's robes. Harry smirked to himself knowing full well Malfoy deserved every bit of that humiliation. Just as Draco was storming out of the class, Harry watched the way his body moved, how golden his hair was while the sun shone on it when Draco opened the door out of the dungeons and Harry felt his heart pounding and a fluttering feeling in his stomach. He mentally scolded himself for even thinking that prat was anywhere close to attractive. He was soon smacked on the back of the head by Snape and returned to his work not completely sure what had gotten into him.

Later that day Draco returned to his classes. It just so happened he returned to the Dark Arts class he had with Potter. "Great..." was all Draco muttered under his breath as he took his normal seat diagonally behind Harry's. 'At least I'll be able to space out in this class too' he thought happily to himself. Draco started doing just that when he noticed once again he was staring at Potter and with his luck he had today, the dark haired teen turned around.

"What are you looking at Malfoy?" Harry said with the annoyed, angry glare he always gave when it came to Draco. 'Wow when he's mad he looks so-' Draco stopped the thought before it went any further. What really had gotten into him?

"Even if I was looking at you Potter, that doesn't mean you're of interest, you just happen to be in my line of sight to the window." He replied quickly even though knowing full well that he could have thought of something better to say. Harry finally turned back around rolling his eyes at the Malfoy, causing him to grin.

Annoying Harry and pissing him off was one of the main things Draco enjoyed doing. He always admitted he liked to do it but zoning out again he realized why. The Slytherin liked to see that fire and harshness in the other teen's eyes. It showed the boy was not as perfect as everyone wanted to believe. Draco had no room to talk, but at least he kept his thoughts well hidden. Being able to read people made getting to Harry even easier; then again when he saw how kind Harry got around his friends, Draco wished the Gryffindor had accepted that hand of friendship the first time they really met face to face. Draco's eyes opened widely with shock as the realization just hit him square in the face. He had feelings for Harry! 'Oh no way in hell I feel anything for that prat! And when in the hell had he become Harry instead of Potter?' He thought digging the heels of his hands into his eyes clenching his jaw.

There was no way they could be together and Draco knew it. Not only because of his father, but because Potter hated him and Draco knew it all too well. He decided to swallow down these hopeless thoughts and tried to pay attention in class some more.

Harry could feel Malfoy watching him the rest of class even if the boy tried to play it off. His heart fluttered and he felt warmth rise to his cheeks as he imagined those grey eyes looking at him without that scowl and hurtful words. Gripping his quill, he felt anger bubble up inside.

'How could he feel slightly anything but hatred for that ferret who did nothing but verbally torture his friends and himself? 'Screw him! He's nothing but a stupid, selfless git.' Harry thought clenching his jaw and getting back to work.