Chapter two: Draco's Suspicions
A/N: I am very, very new at writing FanFiction, so, sorry if the first chapter was rubbish, this one is just something to tide everyone over until the next chapter, with just a bit more Draco! If anyone has any advice, constructive criticism or suggestions, I will be happy to take them! Sorry that I forgot to add an a/n for the first chapter, I will try to remember from now on!
Now... on with the show!
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[a few weeks later]
Harry, Ron, Dean and Seamus are walking down the corridor on the way to Charms, three of the four boys are relaxed and at ease, walking, and joking, not really caring if they were late or not. The fourth, however, was bowing his head of coal black hair low, so as to appear as if he wasn't looking at anyone in particular, the tall, freckled boy beside him was keeping a strong hold on the black haired boy's shoulder, as though he were afraid that the smaller of the two would bolt at any moment. This fact did not go unnoticed by a certain Draco Malfoy.
Draco had been becoming exceedingly worried about Harry over the past few weeks, something that he wouldn't have been caught feeling six months ago. The reason for this was only partly to do with Harry's strange change in behavior, and everything to do with the fact that Ronald Weasley's, Harry's so-called 'boyfriend', increasingly possessive behavior, he rarely let the ebony-haired boy out of his sight anymore.
What Draco had also noticed was that Harry no longer raised his hand in class, no longer looked at him, and, although they were the worst of enemies before the war, Draco had decided that it didn't have to stay like that.
As Draco watches the four Gryffindors make their way to Flitwick's classroom, Draco decided that he would make a change in Harry Potter's life if it was the last thing he would do. And, as the Gryffindors ducked through the Charms class doorway, he caught a glimpse of Potter's eyes, the eyes that had once held fire, life and love, the sparkling emeralds that used to seem like they went on forever, looked shockingly empty to Draco Malfoy. There was no light, no fire, no life and certainly no love, and in the split second that he managed to glimpse those eyes, Ron Weasley managed to spot him, the icy blue eyes came alight with anger, and he tightened his grip on Harry's shoulder