Title: wrong guy
Writer: Godric's quill22
Genre: romance, Drama
Spoilers: none
Pairings: Draco/Ron
Disclaimer: only the plot if this fic belongs to me...all else; characters, back-story of character, location, etc, all belong to J. K. Rowling and her people and hence this story is written strictly for the purposes of fun and not for profit
Summary: Draco loved Harry but hated Ron. Ron hated Draco too so why was he helping him get Harry's attention?
Warnings: m/m slash…umm, that's about it.
Draco's had a crush on Harry since their third year. From the moment he had realized his feelings for the raven haired boy, his attitude towards him had changed because somehow, and by some invisible force, he couldn't find the strength to be mean to him.
If harry had noticed, he hadn't shown any indication at all of such knowledge and his character had remained as aloof as he could pull off.
It was a silly crush. He knew that, but that did nothing to stop him from loving the boy wonder more and more everyday as long as the feeling of pride that washed over him whenever the boy did something commendable.
He'd felt Harry's pain at the end of the Triwizard tournament when the boy had wept over Cedric's lifeless body after his encounter with the Dark Lord. His only wish was that his father would not notice his feelings for the boy. Who knew the consequences that discovery would bring.
He loved everything about the boy… well, except his friends. He still thought Hermione was a know- it- all nosy little witch, though he had to agree that she was really intelligent, there was no need for her to continuously rub it in people's faces.
And then there was the indisputable fact that the only person in the world he hated more than Hermione was Ron. The guy thought that just because he grew taller and masculine and buff means that all else should bow to him.
At least that's how he treated him. Harry sure knows how to pick them. Ron seems to suspect his feelings towards Harry as he kept making all these loose, cliffhanging statements that have his heart racing at extremely odd times.
The looks he sent across the hall at him was strictly predatory and enough to kill any kind of appetite he had prior. That Demon! Evil Weasley. He knew! He knew about his secret and has been holding it over his head since.
He couldn't believe how careless he had been. He should have been more careful with his feelings. The baffling thing is that Harry and Ron were always together – they were the proverbial "joined- at- the- hip" – yet Ron had noticed and harry hadn't. Or at least that's what he wanted him to believe.
Whatever it is, Draco's feelings had been kept bottled up and unrequited for too long. They were in their eighth year for crying out loud! Five years of carrying love in your heart and having no one to talk about it with. It was a forbidden love, he was aware of that. His father might have Avada Kedavra'd him or personally handed him over to the dark lord for Nagini's supper.
He didn't quite know how to approach it but he knew he had to tell someone. Anyone. Maybe Harry… maybe one of those stupid books called diaries that he has… his friends…or maybe he could ascendio himself and shout it at the top of his voice for all to hear that he was madly and irrevocably in love with Harry potter and has been for a while
He was getting desperate and he knew he had to get it out soon before brain matter starts to ooze out of the pores and any other openings around his head. Oh Merlin, his head was about to explode.
He pushed an arm under his head as he lay on his bed, his free hand resting on the bag he'd packed for the trip. A trip to Dumstrung. That's what Dumbledore had said. A friendly visit to their brother school for a week long stay.
Spending an entire week in another school hadn't really been his plan and he had initially refused to go but had immediately changed hi mind when he'd heard Ron saying that Harry was going.
Normally, Harry didn't leave Hogwarts for such reasons but now he was, strangely, going. It seems he has intentions of enjoying his new found freedom after the defeat of the dark lord or maybe someone has convinced him to go.
Three guesses who had convinced Harry to go and he was certain he'd get it on the first try. He was pretty certain that Ron had revealed that information to him on purpose, wanting for him to hear it and act on it. Now he didn't know what Ron was up to and he'd prefer it if he didn't find out.
So far, he had been quite gentlemanly about his secret, not telling anyone about it even though he tortures him with those knowing looks! However, that entire incident suggests is that the redhead was playing cupid and matchmaker.
Who the hell asked him to? And why the hell was he doing it? Could it be that he felt the feeling was mutual and that Harry felt the same about him? He bolted up in bed, his heart beginning o beat at an odd rhythm. "God, I hope so" he muttered to himself, pushing his fingers into his hair to ruffle them up.
The morning of their departure, he could have sworn he saw Ron smiling at him but he just shrugged it off as his mind playing tricks on him.
He'd retreated into the far corner of the queue and joined the last group of people to activate their portkey. There was no way in hell he was going to use a portkey with Harry Potter, Ronald Weasley and Hermione Granger. That's like a suicide mission.
Upon arrival, the students were assigned to the quest dorms in Dumstrung. The boys had their rooms and so did the girls but they share the same common room. Draco's room was down the hall from Harry and Ron's room – apparently, even the staff at Dumstrung knew not to separate Ron from harry. Or maybe they'd had strict rules from Dumbledore pertaining that- , with only the room shared by Creevey and Seamus seperating them.
The rooms had one large bed and two people were to share it. He was so grossed out, he nearly went back to ask permission to return to Hogwarts but strangely, as seems to be the natural occurrence lately, he'd heard Ron telling harry to loosen up and that they might have some fun the next day.
He'd immediately returned to the room he shared with Blaise, took his bath and gone to sleep. No need to sit around and think or do anything stressful. Any attempt at having fun actually ends up making him very miserable instead.
He felt into a dreamless sleep and woke up a little more relaxed than he had been the previous night.
"This is going to be eternal" he groaned as he got up from bed and shuffled lazily into the bathroom.