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An Unexpected Romance Between Enemies Chapter 3

Draco was still in a state of shock from the announcement that was made, for all to here, in the Great Hall . Harry Potter was gay. Not only was he gay, but he was no longer hiding it. He had just sat there smiling; ignoring the many eyes that gazed at him in different arrays of disgust, awe, and disbelief. Draco admired the courage that must have taken. A sharp stab of what could only be jealousy went through him. He has friends to make him feel safe, secure, and loved no matter what the rest of the world has to say about him. I wish he knew how it felt not to have that love. To be looked on as an object of convenience or with hate and not have anyone to protect him from it.

Draco felt queasy at his traitorous thoughts. He absolutely did not feel jealous of Potter. Not one little bit. Shaking his head in an effort to dispel the horrible thoughts from his mind he decided to turn his concentration to more important matters. Like how sexy the new Dark Arts professor was. Professor Damion Night was the definition of sexy, everything about the man oozed sex. From his midnight hair to his moonlight eyes, Draco couldn't help but drool, he'd never seen grey eyes more beautiful. He smiled at his professor, who gave a cautious smile back. If only, dear professor, you knew how aroused your smile makes me. He rested his head on his desk and let his imagination create a fantasy, starring him and his professor.

After what felt like seconds but was probably an hour Draco felt a tap on his shoulder. Jerking to attention he glared at the offending appendage still resting on his shoulder. Glancing up he saw Blaise smiling down at him.

"You know Draco if you keep staring at our professor, like I saw earlier, people will start suspecting your gay." Blaise said to Draco, his smile changing from amused to knowing.

"Blaise I am not gay and even if I was...I would not tell you." With that he got up, gathered his things, and stormed out. Blaise rolled his eyes. Sometimes Draco was too stupid for his own good.

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Class had just finished for the day and Harry was on his way back to the Gryffindor common room. As he made his way through one of the newest corridors the intricate designs on the floor caught his attention. They looked as if they had been created by a five year old, but with an elegance and grace that spoke of years of experience. The spiraling patterns transitioned into zig zags until put all together it formed a picture of a twinkly eyed headmaster. Harry laughed, surprisingly enough it had been the Slytherins' idea to have it made. Harry shook his head, a lot had changed since the war had ended, the Slytherins were almost bearable.

As Harry was studying the pattern he suddenly ran into what felt like a wall, a very firm well built wall. Startled he looked up, so quickly that he fell flat on his butt. Glaring at the smirking blonde Harry slowly got up and dusted himself off. "Well Malfoy I see your manners haven't improved much." He stated coldly. So much for a good day. He thought, exhaustedly. He just didn't have the energy to be angry. He had been so worried and occupied with thoughts about how he was going to break up with Ginny, that he didn't manage to get any sleep. All he wanted now was to go to his tower and collapse into his bed. He did not want to deal with the arrogant bastard.

"It seems, Potter, that you have forgotten your manners as well. Is that any way to greet a friend?" The smile on Malfoy's face was so sickeningly sweet and fake that it had Harry's stomach rolling. It'd serve the bastard right if I blew chunks all over his robe.

"Of course its not." Harry's answering smile was just as fake. "But seeing as how I don't consider you my friend, I feel that was the proper greeting."

Draco smirked to himself. He loved how Harry's eyes lit up, like emerald fire, when he was irritated or mad. It made him so beautiful. WAIT did you just call POTTER BEAUTIFUL.

"Of course I didn't"

"Sounded like you did to me."

"Now why would I go and call Potter beautiful. I find him absolutely tedious and frustrating."

"Yeah...and beautiful."

"I DO NOT FIND POTTER BEAUTIFUL!"

"Errrrr...you don't find me what?" A very stunned Harry Potter asked.

Draco visibly paled at he realized the last bit of conversation he'd been having with himself had been spoken out loud. He glared at Potter.

"I said I find you to be a complete dunderhead. Good bye." And for the second time that day, Draco stormed off.

Draco turned the corner and took off at a full run. What was he going to do, he had just more or less told Potter he was beautiful. TO HIS FACE!

Arriving at the library door he stopped to catch his breath. After he managed to stop panting like a horse in labor he entered the library and made his way to the bookshelf furthest from the door and tables.

What are you doing Draco, practically telling Potter you have a crush on him!?

Draco froze, did he have crush on Potter? If so for how long? Was it just a crush? Draco shook his head hard, trying to stop the flood of thoughts. He couldn't have feelings for the stupid boy, he hated him with every fiber of his being.

Draco sat there in the library until it was well past dark, evaluating his feelings. He would not admit his feelings to anyone, he barely wanted to admit them to himself. Swearing that he would bury the feelings until they were no longer there, he cast a tempus temporis charm.

"Oh shit!" He swore, realizing it was almost one a.m. He had a DADA essay due on Monday that he hadn't even started yet. It had to be 13 inches long and he was dreading it. Draco always excelled at performing the dark arts...he just didn't know how to explain it. He knew he needed to make at least a B on this essay to pass the class, he also knew he wouldn't be able to do it alone. So in a very Slytherin move he decided to just go to bed and leave it until morning.

That night Draco's dreams were of his burning desire for a man with the body of a Greek god. When he awoke that afternoon, the sounds of lust filled moans and pleasured pants were still present in his mind. The Slytherin stared at the ceiling. He knew he could no longer deny his desire for the man that occupied his dreams. He wanted Harry Potter and being a Slytherin, Draco Malfoy would get what he wanted. No matter what.