Draco's POV

Fuck, Merlin's fucking bent underwear, fuck. I thought to myself as I sat on my bed. How in the name of anything natural had Harry Potter become MORE fucking attractive over the summer holidays? I had almost passed out in giddiness when I saw him in that compartment on the Hogwarts Express and by all my wits had just managed to flee before it had become too obvious that he was making my blood boil in way to many private places. His hair alone would have made me want to shag him, especially as the silver in it made me think that he might have started to not hate Slytherins that much, but combined with his physic, which had always been stunning thanks to his Quidditch playing but was now treble fold with it remaining slender but containing handsomely knotted muscles, he looked absolutely like a walking Adonis.

No one knew of my infatuation with Harry Potter though, hell only four people knew I was gay. Blaise had been the first person I had told in 3rd year after he had found me masturbating, in my bed, in a free, moaning with images of nude guys flashing above my head. Pansy had found out in our 5th year when she could no longer deal with my light brush offs of her advances and demanded a proper reason why I wouldn't at least sleep with her. And my parents had been the last people to find out, after I had told them during the first holidays of my 6th year, about 4 months before the battle of Hogwarts had ensued and my father had fled the country leaving me and mother to start fighting with Harry and the other students supporting the Order of the Phoenix. But despite finally being on Harry's side and even fighting with him as a pair in the end battle after Dumbledore had fallen, I still couldn't work up the damn courage to properly speak to him, publically or privately, about how we were to deal with each other this year. I had meant to do it on the train, ask him if we could talk in the hallway, so his friends weren't completely privy to our discussion, but when I had seen him I just lost all control and now didn't even think he would consider talking to me after the fool I had made of myself.

As I sat there thinking of my secret passion for Harry my mind also moved on to my other secret wants, the ones that entailed me knowing that if I was ever to end up with Harry I would be thrilled, because it would mean I would, a) have a connection to a family that always seemed to be happy and not care about social status, because being with Harry would mean becoming connected to the Weasleys, who I had always minimally envied for their closeness, and b) would be able to indulge in my absolute love of muggle clothing, which had always been discouraged by my father as well as my mother and if it had ever come out would have ruined my muggle hating persona, which thankfully no longer existed, I had even been nice to Granger last year which I think had made Weasley faint after I left their presence.

I also began to muse over the predicament I found myself in this year. For one because of my involvement alongside Harry last year the whole school, and the whole wizarding community, knew where I truly stood in the matters that I had originally taken the opposing side on. And because of that many people were unsure of how to manage being around me these days, only my closest friends, Blaise and Pansy, remained unnerved and pleasant around me. Others either started jittering and weren't sure if I would be nice to them or not seeing as I had never been so before my change of sides in 6th year or they became rather disgruntled at me and muttered things like wondering why it had taken me 6 years to become a decent person or why I had only chosen then to change allegiances. In all though, I now knew nothing of how I was meant to cope with the student populous at large and this then turned my mind back to how Harry would deal with me after so many years of fighting and only one, oh so very close but still only one, year of being allies, that was if I ever worked up the nerve to actually speak to him that was.

It was then I heard the clock in the common room strike 2 a.m. and realised I should get some sleep before classes started in the morning. So putting my nerves, worries and secrets aside for the night I lay down in my four poster bed and quietly helped myself become more physically tired so I would fall asleep faster.