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Note: English isn't my own language, feel free to comment at any of my faults.
Warning: This story contains strong language and samesex love, if you can't handle that, I strongly recommend you don't read it.
Chapter one: An alarming habit
It was a year after the battle of Hogwarts. Draco decided to return.
Draco sad down on his usual spot at the Slytherin's table -where he used to sit between Crabbe and Goyle, but since they didn't return he was alone- and started his breakfast. He shoved food in his mouth without knowing what he ate.
He had the talent of shutting everything out. When he was thinking deeply, he couldn't hear anyone talking to him, and even though he saw what he was staring at but he didn't realize it. He honestly didn't know if this was a blessing or a curse.
It certainly was very useful when he just wanted to read in silence or wanted to think without the stupid comments of his fellow Slytherins.
His talent however had also certain disadvantages, he sometimes found himself realizing he wasn't paying attention in class, when he tried to absorb the assignment. Another downside he experienced was more awkward, Draco frequently stared at the most embarrassing things. This started when he was very young. He would stare at pretty girls at women's breast and even worse at women's asses.
But now however it seemed his staring habit continued in an even more annoying way. He found himself staring not at girl but at boys. And it became even more terrible when he started the unknowing habit of staring at Harry bloody Potter. He would only just realize he was staring at him when he woke up out of his thoughts. It became so bad that even Potter himself started to notice Draco's stares.
You would think that was the worse you would get but nothing was less true. He even found himself staring at Potter's crotch. Deep down he knew there was a deeper reason he was staring at Potter, but there was no fucking way he would admit that.
And even if he would acknowledge it, it wouldn't matter. Even though Voldemort was defeated, that didn't change the fact he was a death eater and even if he could ignore that, there was still the fact that harry had a girlfriend. He was sure he was destined to live a long lonely life.
Not that he did like Potter or anything like that. He hated bloody Potter, with his bloody scar and his green eyes. Bloody Potter the savior of the world, the quidditch seeker. Bloody famous Potter with his golden trio. Bloody Potter with his bloody Weasley girlfriend. Bloody Potter with his fine ass. No-no-no he did not just think that. Anyway, he hated bloody Potter.
When he finished his breakfast, and came back from his own mind, he noticed he was staring at Potter again and he annoyingly spotted that Potter was looking at him with a raised eyebrow. Why couldn't he just stop staring at him. He was so quick in leaving he didn't notice that Potter tried and failed to hide a smile.