Story: You

Chapter: One, I Love You

Rating: Up to M in later chapters

Author: gorgeousbowneyes

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter in any way, shape or form, I'm just using JK Rowling's characters for my own entertainment and no copyright was intended.

Summary: It's their seventh year at Hogwarts. Harry's been avoiding Draco, and Draco wants his attention back. He does something Harry never expected. Meanwhile Ron's busily planning a party, it's destined to be the best Hogwarts has seen since the Marauders walked its halls. All the seventh years are in invited. Will Draco ever get what he wants?

You

Chapter One: I Love You

"Potter! Wait! I've got to talk to you! Stop walking away from me damn it!" Draco Malfoy yelled as he hurriedly followed one Harry Potter through the halls of Hogwarts. Both were alone, without any of their friends, and Draco was taking opportunity of the fact that they were for once alone. "I mean it, Potter, I don't want to fight, I just want to talk!" Harry stopped and spun around so suddenly that Draco nearly ran face first into him. Draco took a nervous step back.

"What do you want, Malfoy? I'm in no mood for your abuse."

"I only want to tell you something."

"Well out with it then."

"OK. Well this is going to sound stupid, but I'm in love with you." Draco said, all seriousness in his voice.

"What the hell are you on about?" Harry replied, utterly confused. Maybe this was some kind of prank?

"Just what I said. I've been in love with you since fourth year. I picked on you to get your attention. It used to work. But you've been avoiding me completely lately and I decided the only way I would get that attention back was to out right tell you," Draco confessed.

"You must be insane. Did someone slip you an insanity potion this morning?" Harry said mockingly.

"Say what you like, Harry, but it's the truth." Harry raised his eyebrows at Draco's use of his first name.

"I don't believe you. Why should I believe you? And even if you're telling the truth, what do you want me to do about it? I hate you, Malfoy. Nothing is going to change that. So this was totally pointless. I hate you."

Draco looked utterly crushed.

It was the first time Harry had seen anything on his face other than hateful sneers or mocking expressions. Draco suddenly turned on his heel and fled.

Harry berated himself. Why did he lie through his teeth to Draco just now? Of course he didn't hate him! He felt the exact opposite and couldn't get the git out of his head, but he supposed that he wasn't ready to face up to the truth that he might be in love with Draco Malfoy.

No, he wasn't in love. This was just some passing fantasy. It would be gone soon enough, and Draco would get over whatever he was feeling and everything would go back to normal. They would hate each other again, back to their arch nemesis ways. Yes, that was it. It would be back to normal soon.

"Harry, mate, what's up?" Ron queried.

"Nothing."

"Yes there is, I can see there's something bothering you. Harry, I've known you for six and a half years now, I can tell when something's up with you."

"Fine," Harry sighed. "I guess there is no escaping this." He thought quickly for a plausible enough reason, without telling Ron the real reason. "It's nothing really. Just the major work load we have this year is getting to me and I feel like all we do these days is study!"

"Aw, mate why didn't you say something earlier! I know the perfect fix! I've been feeling the same way you see, the mountains of study I've been doing has just gotten me so out of it lately."

"What study?" a female voice said from behind them, making Ron jump slightly out of his chair by the common room fire. Harry looked up to see Hermione come to sit down in the armchair near them. "I don't seem to recall you doing much study at all so far, Ronald!"

"Oh c'mon 'Mione. I did that Transfiguration essay the other week!"

"I know. But that was a week ago. You need to do more than that to pass your NEWT's at the end of the year!"

"Anyway, back to what I was saying," Ron said, changing the subject and successfully annoying Hermione. "My cure for our stress. We'll have a party! Here in the common room! All the seventh years are invited, and we'll ship all the other years out to other common rooms for the night to do their homework! That way we can have all the booze we like!"

"Ron! I can't believe your suggesting that!" Hermione exclaimed

"I think it's a great idea, Ron," Harry said. "Sounds like the perfect way to wind down a bit. But how do you plan on getting alcohol and evicting the other year levels?"

"Well Hermione's Head Girl isn't she? And I'm a prefect, and you're Quidditch Captain, so between us I reckon we've got enough authority to organise them going to other houses. And then Hermione can put up posters on all the houses' common rooms advertising the party and the house swap for the Gryffindor's."

"Oh I can, can I?" Hermione said, sarcastically.

"Yes, 'cause you're Head Girl and you can go into all the common rooms! It'll be great!"

"And who said I wanted to be involved in such a thing?" she demanded.

"Awwwwwwww Hermione!" Ron whined. "Please! Aren't you our friend? Don't you want us to do something to help us wind down from so much stress lately? It will do all three of us really good!"

"Oh alright, Ron! If it will get you to stop whining! But if we get into trouble for this I will completely blame you!"

"Thank you sooooooooooo much Hermione!" Ron exclaimed. He was so happy he jumped up and kissed her square on the mouth, surprising both Hermione and the rest of the common room.

"About bloody time," Harry muttered under his breath. He watched as Hermione's surprised eyes finally fluttered closed and she relaxed into the kiss, and then averted his gaze to give them a bit of privacy. When they finally broke away, Ron sat back down on his chair like nothing had happened.

"So, when do we want to have this party?" Ron continued, picking up right where he had left off.

"Umm, I don't know. When is the soonest time possible to have it, allowing for all the arrangements?" Harry said, looking towards Hermione.

"Well don't look at me!" she said. "I'm not organising this, you two are! I'm just in it for the authority figure you need! Figure it out for yourselves!"

"But Hermione!" Ron pouted. "We need your help. You know neither Harry nor I are good at organising things!"

"No, Ron. This was your idea, you figure it out." With that she walked up to him, gave him a quick kiss (which ruined the 'I'm angry at you' thing she had going on) and stalked out of the room.

"Uhhhh, right." Ron said, a little dazed. "I guess we're planning this."

"Wrong. You're planning this. Hermione's right. It was your idea, you plan it! I've got too much other stuff to deal with right now. It would turn out being more of a stress than a relaxation!" Harry finished.

Ron gawped.

"Um. OK. I can do this. I can organise a party. Oh look Pavarti and Lavender just walked in. I'll be back in a minute, Harry." With that he walked over to them and Harry faintly heard him asking them something along the lines of "help me plan a party?" He chuckled and got stuck back into his school work. Some how, a certain blonde worked his way back into his mind. He couldn't stop thinking about Draco, and ever since he had proclaimed his love, Harry was starting to think that this might actually be a possibility. But no. He was NOT in love with Draco, therefore no point in pursuing a relationship there. Besides, he didn't even like guys. Right? He was supposed to like Ginny, remember? But the more he thought about Ginny, the more he realised that train of thought was totally wrong.

He couldn't stand staying here and studying anymore, so he packed up his things and left them sitting on the table. He'd get them later. For now he was going to go walk around the castle for a bit. It was still before curfew, so he didn't bother with his invisibility cloak. He left without a word to Ron, as he was busily planning with Pavarti and Lavender.

Once he was out in the hall, he walked slowly, aimlessly, his hands buried in his pockets, his thoughts drifting freely from his opinion on the painting on his left (which was a green tree frog, hovering mid air as a smaller wizard who was on the ground miles below levitated it as high as he could) to the weather conditions. There was a Quidditch match coming up and he had to watch the weather, to know the best tactics for his team to use in practise and for the game. His thoughts of Quidditch lead him to how well their team was doing this year and he pondered on those thoughts for a while. Of course, this train of thought inevitably lead him back to a one Draco Malfoy.

He was so obsessed in his thoughts that he didn't notice up a head someone with platinum blonde hair, walking in his direction. The blonde, however, looked up and recognised who was coming towards him at a leisurely pace. He ducked to the side, into a small alcove in the wall, and waited for the dark haired boy to pass him by. The blonde then stepped out from the alcove and followed Harry for a good fifteen minutes. Draco was just happy to follow Harry for a while, and stare at that god-damned hot arse. He finally decided he should make his presence known. He tried clearing his throat, but Harry was too absorbed in his thoughts to notice the small sound. He tried slapping his feet down harder on the ground, but again no luck. He finally just decided on placing a hand on Harry's shoulder.

Harry jumped out of his skin and turned around suddenly when he felt the hand rest on his shoulder. Draco didn't know what made him do it, but the momentum Harry created by turning so suddenly tempted Draco into pushing Harry up against the wall and brought their bodies together, skin to skin. His face was so close to Harry's he could feel the other boy's hot breath on his skin. It was so tantalising. He wanted to kiss him, badly. But before he could do anything, the spell was broken on Harry, and he wriggled his way away from Draco.

"What the hell are you doing?" he demanded.

"What did it look like, Potter." There was a silence between them, where Harry glared at Draco, while Draco just stared back into his eyes, his face expressionless. Finally Harry looked away.

"Don't try it again, Malfoy. I've already told you, I hate you. I am NEVER going to reciprocate your feelings, so if you really love me, you'd respect my wishes and stay away from me."

"Sorry, love. Can't do that. I've fallen too hard for you."

"Don't call me love. I'm not your love."

"Ah, but you see, you are. You are the object of my desires. You are the one who haunts my dreams, who torments my waking hours. Even if you don't love me back, you are still 'my love'."

Harry glared at him again. "Just don't, Malfoy. I'm going to walk away, and you're going to leave me alone."

"Whatever, Potter. You do what you think you've gotta do. When you finally come to your senses, you know where to find me." With that, Draco walked away, and contrary to what he had just said, Harry stayed put and watched Draco walk away down the corridor. After he disappeared out of sight, Harry made his way back up to the Gryffindor common room.

AN: This is my first Harry/Draco! But it's not my first slash fic, its my second! hehe. I hope you like it and please review! Oh and if slash isn't your thing, or you like to read het as well, check out my other non-slash archive, under the penname gorgeousbowneyes. More coming soon!