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Chapter 1: Confirmation
For those of you who are reading this, you have decided to stay and listen
to my story, therefore helping me complete this thousand-piece jigsaw puzzle
I like to call my life. For this, I thank you. I suppose you are beginning
to grow bored of my chitchat, so I will begin the tale of my past. I
suppose it all started one morning when...
I was in my 7th and final year of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and
Wizardry. I was walking gracefully down the hall to breakfast. I was looking
simply irresistible (as always), and I was thinking of none other than the
famous Harry Fucking Potter.
He'd been on my mind nonstop lately. He had defeated Lord Voldemort *flinch*
last year. My father was allowed to go free of all charges and was not sent
to Azkaban, not that it mattered anymore, for the dementors had all been
killed in the battle against The Dark Lord.
I had a great emotion shooting at that Potter.
The stupid Golden Boy. He always got everything he wanted. In first year...
he wanted an expensive gift for Christmas and he got the invisibility cloak
(I found out about it later on). In second year... he wanted to get away
with that flying Ford Anglia and he got away with it with no more than a
measly detention. In third year... he wanted the best broom available (the
Firebolt) and he got it. Fourth year...he wanted to enter that Triwizard
Tournament whether or not he was of age, and he got into it. Fifth year...
he wanted that godfather of his, Sirius Black, to be freed, and he got it.
He even got to live with him! Anyway...back to what I was saying, and in his
sixth year (last year) he wanted to defeat The Dark Lord, and he defeated
him!
He was always everyone's favorite. Always so famous, especially since he'd
destroyed The Dark Lord. His fame has skyrocketed. He was no longer "The Boy
who Lived," but now, "The Boy of Life."
I despised him. I loathed him. I-
"Ouch!" I was pushed full force onto the marble floor. Someone had crashed
into me as I'd turned the corner to the Great Hall. "Oh, sorry. I didn't
mean to. I- Malfoy?"
I looked up to see a disheveled Harry Potter. He'd already gotten up and was
staring at me with a beat-red face that was due to either the fact that he
was running before he'd so rudely crashed into me (probably in a hurry),
because he was blushing, or both.
But why would Potter be blushing?
"Watch it next time, Potter!" I snarled at him out of normal habit. He
looked a bit hurt but quickly covered it up with an evil glare and said,
"Whatever. Listen, do you need help?" He held out his hand to me.
I don't know what I was thinking, but I grabbed his hand and allowed him to
help me up before I could snarl another nasty remark at him.
He smiled a little before he casually said, "See you around," and turned on
his heel into the direction of the Great Hall. Going to speak to the Weasel
and Mudblood, no doubt, I thought to myself. I suddenly felt a huge jolt in
my stomach. Was it... could it be... jealousy?
I quickly shook my head and walked into the Great Hall, chancing a quick
glance at the raven-haired boy whom I hated so much, and to my great
astonishment, he was looking straight back at me!
But I wasn't stupid.
I'd read romance novels and other idiotic rubbish like that. I knew what
would happen if I looked into those brilliant emerald green eyes of his. If
both our eyes were to meet... so instead, I sneered at him and walked away.
I took a seat between my two cronies (Vincent Crabbe and Gregory Goyle).
What blokes they were... I pitied them quite a bit. My father knows their
fathers who used to guard him when he went to school. Therefore, he got them to tell their sons
who just happened to be my age (lucky me) to guard me too. A girl to my right squealed as I took
my seat and said, "Oh, Draco! Where have you been!? What took you so long to arrive!?
You usually arrive a full 5 minutes earlier!" Pansy Parkinson was an idiotic, obsessive little girl if
you ask me.
But my father wishes the two of us to be wedded. Parkinson is the Narcissa
of his time, in his opinion. But I find this to be an insult. My mother is
much prettier than this little girl.
I was staring at my porridge as I thought about this and then just glanced
up and across to the Gryffindor table. That Potter! Ugh! He was so... I
don't know. Innocent... even, angel like, perhaps. He was... not that bad
looking.
He was... Oh my goodness! I had thought to myself, at the time. How could I
have thought that? Because it was true. I knew it. And no. It wasn't a
little voice in the back of my head.
Novels always write things like that, but as far as I'm concerned, I've
never heard a little voice in the back of my head (also known as my
conscience) that tells me my true feelings. I figured it out on my own.
I figured everything out on my own.
But I wasn't completely sure that I was attracted to him, just yet. Maybe I
was wrong, although I hardly ever am. I needed to confirm this. I needed
some foolproof evidence that this was true.
The bell signaling the end of breakfast suddenly rang throughout the hall,
breaking my train of thoughts. Pansy, who had been waving her hand in front
of my face for the last 10 minutes, trying to get my attention because I
hadn't answered any of her previous questions, gave me a small nudge between
the ribs.
I glared daggers at her, making her quickly back away in fear as she said,
"Er... sorry Draco, but we have to go to class now. We have potions now. I
don't think Professor Snape will like it much if we're late, even if we are
Slytherins."
I gave a small snort.
Snape wouldn't dare scold me. He and my father were quite close, but I stood
up anyway and slung my bag over my shoulder quite gracefully, considering
the fact that I wasn't very aware of anything, I was doing today.
I was thinking about...yes, yes. That's it, you know already. That special raven haired
Gryffindor, Harry James Potter. I sighed inwardly,
purposefully avoiding all the Gryffindors.
Suddenly I remembered something, something both horrible and wonderful at
the same time. As in all my previous years at Hogwarts, I had potions
classes with-Correct! That's exactly it, Gryffindor!
And just guess who is in Gryffindor. Right again! Like I said before, Harry
Fucking Potter. I rolled my eyes to no one in particular and continued the
dreadful yet wonderful journey to the potions room in the dungeons.
I entered the potions room and took a seat to the right side, in
the front, as always. I noticed Potter sit in the back of the room to the
left side.
Always opposites of each other, I thought to myself.
I smiled but quickly covered it up with a glare when I caught myself
doing so. "Ahem." Snape cleared his throat. "Today we shall be concocting a
potion that will tell us, in our minds, who we are in love with or if there
is a case in which you are not in love with anyone at the moment, then who
your future love is.
"Some people may not know or ever heard of the person voiced inside
their mind. And this is precisely why. Because it is you your future love,
not your present love. Of course, this was most definitely not MY idea.
Professor Lovegood (the new D.A.D.A teacher since last year) has
recommended it and our Headmaster, professor Dumbledore has agreed.
" The name of this potion is the Lutrution potion. The Lutrution potion
will take only one class to concoct, thank God, and so, you will know your
true love by the end of today's class if you wish to try your potion. The
ingredients (he flicked his wand) are on the board. (Ingredients began
writing themselves on the board). Begin."
I began the potion. 3 flobberworms, 1 skinned tree sapling, 5 drops of
mucus bubble puss...
35 minutes later, myself and the rest of the class was done with the
potion. Well... except for Neville Longbottom, whose potion was bubbling
madly, and has turned a sort of ugly puce-looking color instead of the clear
forest green like mine and most of the other students who had concocted the
potion correctly.
Snape sneered at him, cleared Longbottom's cauldron with the flick
of his wand and said, "Zero marks for you, Longbottom." I chuckled quietly to
myself, along with the other Slytherins.
"Now," began Snape, "I will need a volunteer to test their potion." He
shot an evil grin in Potter's direction, and I specifically saw the
raven-haired boy with round, thin-framed glasses gulp with worry.
"Potter," Snape continued, "come up to the front of the class and test
your potion for us." Potter stared at him for a moment and then stuttered,
"B-but Professor. I d-didn't v-volunteer." Most of the Gryffindors let out
small chuckles and giggles at the Golden Boy's comment. All except that
mudblood Granger.
"5 points from Gryffindor!" snarled Snape, " For Mr. Potter's cheek."
There were now groans of disappointment coming from the Gryffindors (and
snickers from the Slytherins) but Snape continued nonetheless.
"Now, Mr. Potter, get over here and test your potion in front of the
class before I deduct further points from Gryffindor!"
I watched intently as Potter reluctantly walked over to the front of
the classroom with a glass vial in his hand that contained a potion of the
same clear forest green as my potion.
As I knew I had concocted my potion correctly, this meant that
Potter's potion would indeed tell him his true love. And as he removed the
top of his glass vial, I couldn't help but wonder-no-hope that I, Draco
Lucius Malfoy, was his true love.
This sudden thought surprised me, but I had no time to dwell on it as
the entire class held their breath as we watched Potter gulp down his
potion.
We all watched as Potter got a sort of glazed over look in his eyes and
then blinked in confusion and then gasped in knowing horror. As if he had
known his true love all this time but couldn't-no-wouldn't believe it.
He unconsciously dropped the glass vial, shattering it to pieces as it
smashed into the ground. He gulped and I noticed that not only was he a
great deal paler than usual, but he was also shaking all over, from head to
foot.
He walked stiffly back to his seat and sat down just as Snape asked,
"As I am not allowed to know your personal thoughts, I will only ask if the
potion worked correctly in telling you the love of your life."
Harry nodded his head very slowly.
Snape smirked and said, "Well, that is all. The rest of you may do as
you wish with your potions. Class dismissed."
We all started packing just as the bell rang. I, however, who could no
longer stand the suspense, stayed behind my fellow Slytherins for a quick
moment as I took a deep gulp from my potion.
It felt exactly like the imperious curse did. (Mad-eye had tried it on
all the students in my 4th year.) It was extremely peaceful as I suddenly
heard a sweat voice interrupt the silence.
It whispered, "Your true love his Harry James Potter."
Then, just as quickly as I had felt the happy peacefulness come, it
left, and I came face-to-face with an anxious-looking Pansy Parkinson. "So
who was your true love, Draco? Was it me, Draco!? Was it!?"
"Get out of the way!" I snarled as I shoved her aside, rushing to the
boy's lavatory.
I slammed the door open with a BANG and dropped my bag as I turned the
taps of the sink on and splashed the cold, refreshing, flowing water onto my
face. I looked at my reflection in the mirror and thought to myself, this
was it.
I was now sure of my true feelings for Harry. Yes, Harry. There was no
point in calling him Potter anymore, just as there was no point in denying
my undying love for him. This... this, was a confirmation of my love for
him.
... Confirmation.
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A/N Okay, so how was it? Did you guys like it better? I tried really hard on this chapter. And I even made sure it was WAY longer too. As always, please R&R. Even if you didn't like it, or you found a few mistakes or there were things that you think I should have done differently, just please let me know. Depending on how many reviews I get, I may post the next chapter within one week or two weeks at the most. I'm already starting on my 3rd chapter (Actually 2nd because the first was only a prologue). I'll be waiting for reviews! xoxo
~Spideria