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Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone

3. Song of devotion and betrayal

All of the Slytherin and Gryffindor first-year students were standing on the wasted ground where Draco and Harry had been secretly practising for some weeks. Madam Hooch explained them the basics of flying and wanted them to give it a try with the brooms.

Harry stared at Draco, who was further from him than he wanted. That boy... he has a crush on me... because I'm the boy who lived. I can't help but desire him. How can he steal my whole attention like this? Harry looked away with blush on his cheeks.

"What are you blushing for?" Hermione's voice sounded distant to Harry but made him go back to reality.

"What are you talking about? I'm not blushing! You must've imagined it. Seriously, Hermione, you spend way too much time reading." Harry improvised, knowing that his friend did not believe him at all.

He did not want Hermione to continue arguing and for that, he had to do something to distract her. Hesitantly, he rode his broom pretending it was the first time and started to fly, showing his skill to a now incredulous audience.

Harry looked at everyone, showing off, but specially to the blond-haired boy that had captivated him. He wondered what was under that expression he hold.

After Harry's show, Neville Longbottom tried to follow his classmate's actions without giving it much of a thought. Evidently that lead to terrible results leaving his wrist broken and his broom amok. Madam Hooch took him immediately to the hospital wing, leaving the novices on their own.

Harry glanced again at Draco, who was looking at him too, maliciously. Harry imagined what he was thinking. That would be me if it hadn't been for him.

Harry remembered the blond boy being angry and craved to see him like that again, he loved his beautiful angry eyes when he lost control. He knew that he despised Ron and that he felt a little jealous about him. He pretended to have a really friendly conversation with the Weasley junior though he was only using him to see Draco's reaction. And he succeeded.

The Slytherin caught everyone's attention by picking a valued object that Neville had left on the ground after his accident -Yes, the Remembrall- and was now on his broom, menacing to throw it far away, teasing Potter.

Harry flied to him, smirking as he had manipulated the kid at his whim.

"Draco" he whispered, almost touching him. "You're my friend too, don't forget it" he said, so low that only Draco could hear him.

The blond boy stayed silent for a moment, gazing at Harry's green eyes. Then, he slowly approached to the Gryffindor boy. Is he going to kiss me again? In front of everybody? Harry was paralyzed watching the boy, feeling him so near, unable to move. He could feel his breath on his face.

"Catch this... if you can... Imagine it is me." Draco slowly whispered at Harry's ear before throwing the Remembrall away.

And so did Harry. Okay, he'll have his proof that I care for him if that's what he wants, he thought before flying away to catch Neville's Remembrall.

After that, Harry Potter became the new member of the Gryffindor Quidditch team.

xxx

It had been days since Draco and Harry's last private encounter and the blond-haired boy was starting to feel psychological pain as he could not be with his only friend. Harry was the sensation of the school while he was the mean and lonely antagonist.

At his eleven years of age, nothing had made him happier than the anonymous letter he received that day:

'Draco, meet me tonight at our corridor, I want to see your three-headed dog.' It was obvious who the sender was. That meant Harry still cared for him. The blond-haired boy felt his heart beating a little faster as he anticipated the night with Harry.

But that night wasn't as he expected.

He went to the forbidden corridor, to meet his friend. But Harry was not alone. Those two so-called friends of him again...! They have nothing special. That simple-minded Weasel, and the know-it-all Granger... Draco froze instantly, at that precise moment he realised that Harry was in huge danger and went to look for help. He told Flitch where Harry and his friends were, and the boy left running.

I have to tell professor Snape.

xxx

Harry understood Draco's feeling of betrayal as he went to their corridor with Ron and Hermione. But it was not his fault. His two friends insisted on going with him as they saw him leaving his bedroom. He's gone... it's all Harry could think that night. Even when they met the three-headed dog that Draco had talked about. It was true... he wasn't lying... I wish he was here.

The next morning, Harry and Ron were discussing what the dog could be guarding when the mail arrived. Harry received a Nimbus 2000, with an empty note. He wondered who could have given such a gift to him. He guessed it was from professor McGonagall though his heart wanted it to be from a certain Slytherin.

Draco avoided him the following days, making him feel miserable. Harry feared that the grey-eyed had abandoned him forever.

On Halloween's feast, Harry constantly looked towards the Slytherin table, only to find Malfoy's avoiding eyes.

"Troll in the building! Troll! Troll in the building!" The teacher of Defence Against the Dark Arts shouted entering the hall, leaving every student and professor with a scared face, before fainting on the floor.

Harry, terrified, looked at Draco again, who was now returning the gaze with an expression full of concern.

"Hermione is not here! We have to go look for her...!" Ron exclaimed to Harry, as every student was being lead to the dormitories.

The two boys went to look for their friend which eventually found in the girls' restroom.

"T...t...t...tr...tro...trotroll...troll..." Ron mumbled pointing to a gigantic dummy-faced creature standing beside Hermione.

After a hard fight, the three students were luckily able to defeat the troll. Well, that is what they thought. It was not luck what saved them that night but a true friend of Harry. I think you can make a guess of who he was.

Later that night, safe in his room, Harry played with the empty note he received along with the broom. Why is it empty? Has Professor McGonagall too much pride to write even a short note?

Ron was on the opposite side of the room, on his bed, listening to a quidditch radio programme which annoyed Harry very much.

"Could you turn that off already? It's almost midnight, for God's sake." Harry reprimanded him.

"But I can't sleep if everything's silent..."

"Alright... at least you could change the radio programme..."

"Okay..." Ron reluctantly accepted and changed it randomly.

Harry went into his thoughts again. Draco... So weak were the feelings you had for me to give up on me so quickly? But something on the radio distracted him again from his thoughts.

"...Aparecium... a very useful spell to make invisible ink... visible..."

Invisible ink! The note professor McGonagall sent me was not empty but written with invisible ink...!

"Aparecium" As Ron was already snoring, Harry whispered the spell so he could not hear it.

Suddenly, green ink began to appear on the little piece of paper. The note read:

'The color of blood can change so easily as sides can. TSP'

What does this mean?