Title: The Boy Who Kept Falling in Love
Writer: Me; Azkaban91; Rosa.
Rating: M
Disclaimer: I don't know these characters, I didn't create them, they belong to J.K. Rowling. This story is mine though, so don't steal.
Summary: Harry Potter keeps falling for the wrong girls... but maybe it's not a girl he's supposed to fall for.
Characters: Harry Potter, Draco Malfoy, a bunch of people that aren't really interesting.
Author's note: This is my first story in 3 years, so don't be too hard on me.

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Harry sat up with a jolt. His breathing fast and uneven. Sweat covered his body and he started to shiver as the cold night attacked his wet and naked chest. His unfamiliar surroundings scared him further and he started to shake. Tears slowly made their way down his cheeks. He felt so scared and alone.

"Potter?" Draco asked surprised. He had woken up from Harry's movements. He was about to tell the idiot to get back to sleep or to get out of his room , when he noticed the tears streaming down the other boy's face.

"M-Malfoy?" The Gryffindor asked trembling. "W-where am I?"

It broke Draco's heart to see the other boy so devastated, and he carefully placed his hand on Harry's back.

"Hey, calm down." He said soothingly and explained where they were. Something about the vulnerable Harry made him want to comfort him.

"I-I..." Harry started but stopped immediatly when he felt something horrible rise in his stomach. He leapt from the bed and barely made it to the bathroom when the alcohol was trying to leave his system.

Draco winced when he heard Harry throw up. He got up and made his way towards the bathroom. Kneeling down next to the Gryffindor, he started rubbing the other boy's back.

"It's okay, just get it out." He said as he he stroked small circles with his hand. Harry obliged, not like he had a choice, and leant back into the touch when he felt a little better

"Why are you being so nice?" Harry asked trembling before another wave of sickness took hold of him.

Draco's hand quickly moved away, as if burned by the other's words. He retreated from the bathroom and lay back down in bed, still hearing Harry throw up in the other room.

Why was he being so nice? Shouldn't he hate the fucker for ruining his night? Maybe it was just because he was so sleepy. That must've been it.

Draco turned around and willed himself to go back to sleep, but turned out to be still awake when Harry made his way from the bathroom and quickly dressed himself. When he heard the door close and Harry's footsteps moving down the stairs, he felt awfully lonely and fell into an uncomfortable slumber.

When Draco woke up he still felt horrible and he wished he wouldn't have woken up alone. His dreams had been consumed by vague figures with piercing green eyes and Draco knew all too well who they belonged to. What he couldn't understand, though, was why he dreamed about them. Why he didn't feel the hatred that he usually did. With a deep sigh he got out of bed and slipped on his uniform and made his way towards the Great Hall.

Draco sat down next to Blaise and started piling food on his plate. While chewing on his bacon he scanned the room for something he wasn't sure of until he found it. Green eyes connected with his and he almost choked. He quickly turned away, a slight blush spreading on his cheeks.

Argh!

What was he doing? Blushing because Potter was looking at him. He was a guy, guys didn't blush. And especially not when it involved other guys.

Well, okay, maybe they did. He knew of course that some guys preferred other guys instead of girls. And it would've been a lie if he said he had never thought about it himself.

But this was just weird! He didn't like Potter! Even if he was gay, he still wouldn't fall for Potter. Everything about that boy was disgusting.

Except maybe for his eyes, those green eyes that haunted his dreams. And he had to admit that the Gryffindor had a rather nice body, that he had gotten to see an awful lot lately.

Draco groaned. He shouldn't be thinking this stuff. He didn't like Potter, and he just had to keep telling himself that. And why would he all of a sudden like Potter? It's not like anything has changed between them.

Except...

They had sex.

Oh right.

Fuck.


It was monday morning and the class they started with just had to be Potions. Draco groaned as he dropped down into his chair. He usually enjoyed potions, but not right now. Ever since that...unfortunate incident, Blaise had been on his back. He kept asking Draco what had happened, and when that didn't work out he just cut straight to point and asked who had fucked him. The first time Blaise said that, Draco was about to punch him all the way to the Hospital Wing, but he knew that if he didn't want any rumous to start spreading he had to control himself. Instead Draco just denied everything, acting as if he didn't know what Blaise was talking about.

"Heya Draco." Blaise said as he dropped into his assigned seat next to the blonde.

"If you are here to interrogate me again, I advice you to leave. I have no idea what you're talking about, and continuing to ask these stupid questions will not give me an idea either." Draco spat.

"Geez, what crawled up your arse and died? But whatever, it's not like you can hide anything from me. You know damn well that I'll figure it out soon enough."

Draco gulped. He knew Blaise was right, but he didn't give him the statisfaction of knowing how terrified he really was. Instead he just settled on staring at the back of someone in front of hm. All too soon he realised it was none other than Harry Potter. Draco grinded his teeth. Why did that idiot Gryffindor keep showing up?

The rest of the lesson Draco tried to ignore the other boy but realised that it was too damn difficult. Everytime he turned his head, Potter was there. Everytime he wanted to clear his thoughts, Potter was there. He was getting more and more frustrated by the second. After what seemed like forever, but was probably only 15 minutes, Draco finally took some action.

"Potter!" He hissed, and waited impatiently for the other boy to turn around.

"Could you keep that stupid head of yours out of my sight? It's terribly annoying to see something so disgusting."

"Shut the fuck up Malfoy." Harry groaned.

"Wow, nice comeback Potter. Did you think of that all by yourself? You must be so proud."

It felt great to finally let the frustration out. But when Harry didn't reply, Draco was getting riled up once again. He was about to shout at the Gryffindor to goddamn look at him, when he was nudged in his side. He glared at Blaise, who just gestured towards their professor. Snape had asked him a question and he hadn't noticed. Fuck. He realised everyone was looking at him, including Harry, but this was not what he wanted.

"I asked, Mister Malfoy, what this potion is." Snape said again, and despite of Draco not paying attention he was glad he could answer it correctly.

"Veritaserum, Sir." He replied, relieved when Snape moved on to pester someone else. He noticed the stares lessening and he shot a quick glance at Harry, who had already turned his head back to the board. Draco groaned inwardly. He knew he felt better when he irritated the dark-haired teen.

Maybe that was the answer to all his problems. If he could just make Potter frustrated they would go back to hating each other and he could act like nothing ever happened.