I'm sorry that I haven't written anything.
I just got busy with school and just kind of forgot about the story. But not since I'm on summer vacation, I thought I'd start writing again.
So get ready for a flashback!
4th year. Yule Ball.
I'm kind of nervous. Draco utters a spell and his hair is perfectly slicked back. He checks himself out in the mirror. He takes a deep breath. I have no reason to be like this. I'm Draco Malfoy. I always look good. Draco winks at his reflection and his infamous smirk creeps across his face.
Pansy's waiting for him in the common room. Or at least she's supposed to be. She takes forever to get ready. How long can it really take? There's magic. Use it instead of stupid muggle methods. Draco shakes his unnecessary thoughts away and heads for the common room. He silently strides down the stairs. Surprise, surprise. Pansy wasn't waiting for him. Draco rolled his eyes.
Only a couple of people were in the room. 3 girls discussing their dress and their dates looking extremely bored.
There was an open seat in the corner. A vintage chair. Green of course. Draco relaxes in the chair. He starts to let his mind wonder. He thought of his motives for decided to attend the Yule Ball. Draco wasn't going for Pansy. He could care less about her. She always had something to say about everything. It got very old very fast. He did want to dance, though. He was good at it too. Draco laughed. He could just do that in his private room. No one could judge him there. He honestly didn't know exactly why he was going. Draco just had a feeling about it. Crabbe and Goyle weren't going. A lot of the Slytherin guys decided not to. They think dances are wastes of time. Truthfully, they couldn't get a date. Losers.
With that last thought, Draco momentarily fell asleep. He starts to dream about intense green eyes. The ones he usually sees when he falls asleep. He smiles. The rest of the mysterious face is in the dark. It didn't surprise him. Closer and closer it came. Enticing Draco's curiosity. A hint of light reaches the mystery person's nose. He pays closer and closer to the face. It slowly dropped in front of Draco.
"Hey there, Draco." The voice was vaguely recognizable. Suddenly Draco's mysterious person disappeared.
"No don't leave!" Draco cried out. He was shaken awake.
"Wake up. We have a Ball to go to. Draco!" Pansy screeched.
"I'm awake. Calm down."
"Come on. I want to get there before the first dance." Pansy grabbed Draco and yanked him out of the chair. Pull my arm any harder and see what happens. They make their way out of the common room and Draco regains control of his arm.
Pansy and Draco don't speak. She tries to hold his hand. That wasn't going to happen. Draco immediately moved his hand out of her reach. She sighed and folded her arms.
She must be crazy to think that this means anything. I'm just taking you to the Ball. Nothing more. I thought I made that clear. Hopefully she just talks with her friends for most of the time. The whole of the time would be even better.
The Great Hall was decorated beautifully. Draco hardly even noticed. He was overwhelmed with the sight of only one person. That person was Harry. Wow. Harry looked delicious in his dress robes. Draco just wanted to run his fingers through his lovely locks. Wait. What am I doing looking at Harry? I hate him. He hates me. Gryffindors and Slytherins do not mix. They shouldn't mix. Draco forces himself to look away. Someone might catch him staring. Also, he needed something else to focus on.
"I'm going to get some punch." Draco told Pansy. She nodded and went off in search of her friends. Draco storms off. He passes the punch bowl and heads straight for the bathroom. He pushes the door open and slams it behind him. No one was in there with Draco. Good. He runs the warm water. Draco glances at himself in the mirror. He was pale. Well, he looked paler than usual.
That boy is so. Draco couldn't think of the right word. He didn't really want to either. He doesn't think he's gay.
He checked to see the temperature of the water. Perfect. Draco drenched his face. It felt good on his face. Even if I am gay. Draco shivered. I doubt that Harry is gay. I just can't see it. He doesn't have a girlfriend. That doesn't mean anything though.
The door opened. Oh, for Merlin's sake. I forgot to lock it. A third year appeared in the doorway.
"Out. Now." Draco commanded. The boy quickly escaped. Draco whipped out his wand and locked the door. There. So, I don't know if this is just going to pass or maybe this is really who I am. I'm just going to leave.
Draco strode to the door. Surprisingly, it opened. He was taken aback. Of course it was Harry standing there. He looked kind of distressed. Draco quickly recognized that the green eyes from his dream were Harry's eyes. Draco had to hide that fact that his heart was racing and he had the urge to kiss Harry.
"Potter." Draco said as angrily as he could. He shoved past Harry and rushed to his room.
"Typical Malfoy." Harry whispered.
That night Draco dreamt of Harry. He smiled. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad.
