**Author notes:
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For this story, I'll try to update daily. I might not be able to because of school but I'll try my very hardest.
Warnings: None (I know. This will change soon)
Disclaimer: Again these wonderful characters do not belong to me. They belong to the Queen J.K. Rowling. LONG LIVE THE QUEEN.
Chapter 2
Harry gritted his teeth. He was alone in the Gryffindor common room; sitting in the chair he had considered his chair. It was midnight and he was seething with anger. Earlier that day, he caught fist fighting with Malfoy. And don't even get him started on Professor McGonagall. Forbidding his friends or himself from healing the wounds Malfoy gave to him. Hermione had yelled at him for hours in the common room.
"Really Harry." She had shouted. "If you love the bloody git so much, just ask him out!" Ron had winced at this statement. He still hasn't gotten over the fact his best friends was gay and was never going to marry his sister. Even Harry himself hasn't gotten over the fact that his first gay crush was DRACO MALFOY. Harry had started to notice that his feeling of hatred for Draco had turned into feeling of something much more. All those years of stalking him. Harry sighed and rubbed his face. He could tell that he wasn't going to get any sleep tonight.
Quietly, Harry snuck into his room where he could hear Ron's snores echoing around the room. He grabbed his invisibility clock and the Marauder's Map. "I solemnly swear that I am up to no good." He whispered, scanning the map to look for anyone up and about. Filch was on the second floor, prowling the halls. Mrs. Norris was near the Entrance Hall. Harry was about to wipe the map clean when a familiar name caught his eye on the third floor.
Draco Malfoy
Harry hesitated.
No Harry. Don't get yourself in anymore trouble with him. He could hear what Hermione would say to him.
Go Harry. His inner voice said to him. You have the invisibility cloak. He won't even see you. Harry was starting to listen more to that inner voice.
Harry threw the clock over him and slowly opened the portrait door. He crept past The Fat Lady and made his way up to the third floor. Harry checked the map every now and then to make sure he was going in the right direction.
Harry stopped when he was nearing Draco. He stopped and peeked around the corner. There was a bundle of robes on the floor where it said Draco Malfoy to be. Harry gasped and was about to run towards the clothes when a small blond head popped about from behind a suit of armor.
"Who's there?" the little boy cried out, eyes darting everywhere. Harry stopped ad held his breath. "I'm warning you, I'll….I'll….I'll hurt you." His little voice pitched at the last words and Harry didn't believe him. Harry yanked off his cloak and stuffed it in his pocket. He walked into the little boy's vision and the boy jumped to his feet.
"It's okay." Harry said soothingly. The boy flinched at Harry's voice and backed away slowly. Harry didn't want the boy to bolt so he stopped and let the boy see that he was no danger to him. "What's your name?" Harry asked the boy. Harry knew who the boy was; he just wanted to confirm that his suspicion was real.
The boy stood up proudly, holding his head up high haughtily. "My name is Draco Malfoy." He answered.
Harry felt his heart sink into his stomach. "Damn."
So I finished my second chapter. I know it really sucks. Thank you to anyone to takes time out of their day to read this. Please R&R so I can make it better. Thanks so much.