Wow, serious writer's block on this first bit, so sorry if that comes across -_-
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I walk downstairs in the morning happily, with a slight spring in my step. I've got a friend! Me, Draco Malfoy! I repeat these words joyously in my head. As soon as I step out of the common room stairs, I walk into Pansy, who looks uncharacteristically serious.
"Draco, can we talk?" she says, and without waiting for an answer leads me over to a secluded table. She sits down and motions me to do the same, and I do so, looking at her curiously. I wonder what she wants to talk about.
"Draco." She says. Yes, that's my name, congratulations. Pansy fixes me with a sad look. "Draco, Draco, Draco…" she repeats. Get on with it woman! I don't want to spend my Saturday hearing you just saying my name! She places her hand on my cheek. "I don't think it's working out."
"What isn't working out?" I say, without thinking, and she looks slightly annoyed. Is she saying what I think she's saying…?
"Us, Draco. Our relationship." She says sharply. "You're moody, distracted, and if I didn't know you I would say you were in love with someone else. So I'm ending it."
I struggle to conceal the grin that threatens to break out at her words, and speak carefully. "Oh. I… don't know what to say, Pansy." She gives me a faint smile, and stands up to leave.
"Goodbye's enough, Draco." She says quietly, and turns.
"Goodbye, Pansy." I say, smiling to myself as soon as she's out of sight. This is great! I'm finally free of that stupid girl! I'll go and tell Harry and –
Wait. I don't need to tell Harry that. That has nothing to do with him. I change my mind about going down to breakfast, and instead hurry up the stairs back to the dormitory, my happy mood from a few minutes ago gone.
Thankfully, when I get to the room it's empty, as Crabbe and Goyle grab at any chance to stuff themselves with food. I lie down on my bed in my usual position - hands behind my head, ankles crossed – and think. Well, try to think, but there's only one thing I can keep my mind on for more than a second.
Harry Harry Harry Harry Harry Harry Harry…
What's happening to me? He's all I can think about lately. Suddenly, Pansy's words to me not 5 minutes ago resurface in my mind; if I didn't know you I would say you were in love with someone else.
In love with someone else.
In love…
I sit bolt upright.
Oh Merlin. Am I… in love with Harry? The very thought sickens me, but I can't deny that when I look at him or even think about him, I feel happy, safe, secure. I picture him in my mind. Medium height, beautiful shiny black hair, easy smile, lightly tanned skin, his cute little freckle on the end of his nose…
And his eyes. Oh Merlin, his eyes. Clear emerald green and sparkling, though they darken when he's angry - that's something I noticed within a few days of knowing him. I imagine him looking at me with those eyes, and softly whispering my name, and feel something stir inside me.
It's true. I, Draco Malfoy, am in love with Harry Potter.
I bury my head in my hands and groan.
What's wrong with just having a normal life?
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The more I think about it, the more sense it makes. Everything adds up. Being jealous of the blood traitor girl – because now I know what it is, that feeling of ridiculous anger whenever I see them together: jealousy. Warming towards Harry. Feeling sorry for him when he sounded afraid. Being happy when he asked to be friends. Even the dream I had when he was shouting my name…
I love him.
Love is a weird emotion, isn't it? I've never really felt it before. My parents never encouraged love – I'm pretty sure they don't even like each other. So this is new for me. It… hurts. In a good way, I think. There's a kind of empty feeling inside of me that can only be filled by his presence.
I used to think love was overrated – all that pain for only small moments of pleasure. I used to think that. Not any more.
Because now I live for the small times when he will glance at me, smile at me, or maybe we'll steal a quick conversation in a secluded hallway.
He makes me happy.
He keeps the darkness away.
And that's well worth the moments of pain.
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I like walking on the edge of the Forbidden Forest, just far enough in to get away from all the schoolchildren running about, but not far enough to be in danger. It makes me feel relaxed, makes all my anxieties go away.
Today is sunny and calm and the sheltering trees create dappled patterns of sunlight on the ground. I breathe in deeply, and exhale, a smile on my face, losing each of my worries with every inhalation. I listen to the sounds of the Forest, birds tweeting, insects chirping, the light breeze ruffling the leaves on the trees, and someone crying.
Now, as a rule, I don't really care about anyone other than myself – and Harry, of course – but this person just sounds so... sad, that I have to see if they're okay. I walk towards the source of the sobbing, position myself behind a tree and peer round. There's a boy sitting with his back against a tree, his arms wrapped around his knees. The sunlight glints off his messy black hair and –
Oh. It's Harry. My heart swells with emotion. Harry, my Harry, weeping as though his heart is breaking…
I creep uncertainly over to where he's sitting. He hasn't noticed me yet, as he's too busy crying. Oh Merlin, he's crying! Sobs rack his body, and he's choking out words.
"Sir-Sirius! Why?" he says. "C-come back! I n-needed you an-and you left m-me!" I walk over to him, not sure what I'm doing; only knowing that he needs someone right now. I drop awkwardly to my knees beside him in the soft ground, and place a tentative hand on his shoulder. I hear his sharp intake of breath, and he turns to look at me, his dark wet lashes framing his clear green eyes perfectly…
"D-Draco?" he hiccups. I smile slightly at him, and he throws his arms around my neck, catching me by surprise. I hear him murmur something into my shoulder, but it's too indistinct to make out and I ignore it, and simply enjoy Harry's warmth as we hug. He smells spicy and sweet at the same time, and his body feels hard under my hands.
After a while – could be 5 minutes, could be 5 hours – he pulls away, his tear stained face making him look vulnerable. Our faces are about an inch apart, and I can't help noticing how easy it would be to lean forward and kiss him, and how he would probably taste salty with his tears. But that inch might as well be a thousand miles...
"Thank you, Draco," he whispers, his breath fluttering over my face. "You always seem to know when I need you."
I smile at him, trying to conceal my delight at being told that. He needs me! He glances down at my neck, his eyes landing on the scarf I got for my birthday. His face lights up and he reaches out a still-shaking hand to touch it softly.
"You're wearing the scarf I got you." He says happily, and about a million things fall into place at once.
Harry looking angry when Pansy kissed me, the scarf being intertwined with red and gold, even the coldest of hearts can be warmed, us making friends, I need you, the way he's now staring into my eyes with a mixture of softness and defiance in his eyes.
Harry loves me, just like I love him.
And I can't stop myself from leaning down and kissing him, feeling how soft his lips are against mine. The mouth I have been longing to touch is now moving against mine with the same amount of desperation and need. I reach up a hand and twine my fingers in his hair, pulling him closer to me.
"Draco…" he mutters softly against my lips, and then moves down, tracing a line of kisses down my jawline, and towards my ear. He gently nibbles at my earlobe, and I sigh in satisfaction. This is what I've been waiting for, but I need to be sure. I need to know that he feels as strongly about me as I do about him – and more importantly, why?
"Harry." I say pulling his head away from my ear and looking into his eyes, alight with a fire I've never seen before. "I need to know – why?" He gazes at me for a second, understanding perfectly, before saying simply:
"Because it was always you, Draco – only ever you." And with that, he kisses me again, and my world explodes in a mixture of euphoria and love.
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AWWW! Their first kiss! I know it happened a bit suddenly but I feel like I've been dragging this story out a bit and I don't want to get bored of it :)
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