Disclaimer:of course, you all know none of these characters belong to me. If they get into any trouble you can contact the lovely JK Rowling to post bail . . . :)
Just so you all know, this story will be one in a series of stories all about Harry and Draco - some other characters might just be added in later, but that will probably be in another story.
For Anyone Who Cares: this story is rated PG-13 for later chapters and is SLASH! Yes, SLASH! If you don't know what SLASH is, you probably should not continue reading until you go find out.
So, this is just sort of a prequel to a series of stories I have planned - please R&R so I know if I should continue with these or not! Thanks
DracoLurve
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But, oh was Harry wrong. It seemed that everywhere he went, Malfoy was there. It didn't help that Ron and Hermione kept pointing him out to Harry. and for his part, Harry couldn't keep his eyes or his thoughts off of Draco. He *was* trying his hardest to do what Professor Ellosian suggested. It was hard, at first, but he tried none the less. He sat behind Draco in Transfiguration. He studied the way Draco's pale hair fell around his shoulders. And, he realized, Draco was exceedingly good at Transfiguration. Why he hadn't noticed before, Harry did not know, but it was surprising. *What else about him don't I know?* Harry watched him at dinner in the great hall. Harry heard him laught and was amazed that he had never fully appreciated the deep timbre of Draco's voice. Then, he noticed Draco eating and was mesmerized. Draco's elegant fingers as he handled his cutlery. His lips as they pulled food from his fork. His tongue as it reached out of his mouth...Harry shook his head, trying to clear his distraction, but it was uneffective. He couldn't even concentrate enough to eat. With a disgruntled sigh, Harry threw down his napkin and left the table. He needed to get away from everyone and think. He ran outside and up to the very top of the Gryffindor Quiddich stands, high enough up that he couldn't be spotted from the ground. He needed to get his thoughts in order and staring at Malfoy wasn't helping.
Unfortunately for Harry, the Slytherins had booked the Quiddich pitch for practice that evening. Harry, of course, spent the two hour practice observing Draco. He really was a decent flyer, Harry supposed. He was more impressed by the way Draco was running the practice. Harry knew Draco was team captain. He also knew the Slytherins were *good.* Not that he'd admit it to anyone else. Draco had moved them away from the underhanded tactics their previous captain had employed. Draco had trained them well. Harry knew the only thing that kept the Gryffindor team ahead was Harry's Seeker skills.
As Draco led his team off the pitch and into the locker rooms, Harry thought he hoticed Draco look back once, but he did not acknowledge Harry's presence in any other way. Harry tried hard not to think about Draco in a steaming hot shower.
Sometime later, Harry was lost in thought and didn't notice a 2nd figure join him on the stands. He jumped out of his seat as he felt a hand on his shoulder.
"Bloody Hell! Why'd you have to go and sneak up on me, Ron?"
"Sorry, mate. We were just getting worried about you."
"I guess it is getting late," Harry replied. They made their way down the darkened stands. When they had reached the center of the pitch, Ron stopped Harry and said,
"Look, there's something you should probably know. I want to be sure you realize that you've got my support with this Malfoy thing, whatever you decide. I know I was pretty quiet when you told us what happened."
"Thanks. That does mean a lot. Especially from you. I thought you hated him."
"Well, I do, sorta. I mean, you hear how he carries on about my family and all. But, well...I...erm...sorta.had.a.crush.on.him.all.last.year," Ron finished quickly.
"You...oh...but...I didn't know. I thought you and Hermione..."
"Well, of course I couldn't tell you. We all still hated him then. At least that's what I thought. And Herm? That's so funny Harry! Everyone already knows she's with Ginny..."
"What? You're kidding! Why didn't I know? But, Ron, doesn't that mean that everyone in your family is..."
"Gay? Yep. Bizarre, isn't it."
"But why haven't you seen anyone else? I know for a fact that Dean would shag you senseless if you asked him to!" Harry said, grinning. Harry noticed that Ron still seemed serious.
"There is someone I like," Ron said, his liquid brown eyes not leaving Harry's. "Thing is, I'm pretty sure he doesn't feel that way about me. Besides, I don't think I would want to do anything stupid to risk losing him. He's my best friend." Tears of understanding began to pool in Harry's eyes as he quietly said,
"Oh, Ron! I never know. I'm so..."
"Listen here, Harry," Ron said, a little too firmly. His face was contorted with emotion. "Don't you go making any decisions just to spare my feelings. You do too much of that. I need you to do what you feel is right for yourself. You deserve that, Harry. You deserve to be happy for once. And, don't ever doubt that I will always be your very best friend, no matter what. It will be enough for me, if it has to be."
Harry watched a single tear slide down Ron's pale, freckled cheek. Harry pulled Ron into a fierce but comforting hug, and thought to himself, *What did I ever do to deserve a friend as good as Ron?*
Unknown to toe two young men, a pale head watched them embrace from a window in the Astronomy Tower. They did not see him turn away with hurt on his face.
Just so you all know, this story will be one in a series of stories all about Harry and Draco - some other characters might just be added in later, but that will probably be in another story.
For Anyone Who Cares: this story is rated PG-13 for later chapters and is SLASH! Yes, SLASH! If you don't know what SLASH is, you probably should not continue reading until you go find out.
So, this is just sort of a prequel to a series of stories I have planned - please R&R so I know if I should continue with these or not! Thanks
DracoLurve
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But, oh was Harry wrong. It seemed that everywhere he went, Malfoy was there. It didn't help that Ron and Hermione kept pointing him out to Harry. and for his part, Harry couldn't keep his eyes or his thoughts off of Draco. He *was* trying his hardest to do what Professor Ellosian suggested. It was hard, at first, but he tried none the less. He sat behind Draco in Transfiguration. He studied the way Draco's pale hair fell around his shoulders. And, he realized, Draco was exceedingly good at Transfiguration. Why he hadn't noticed before, Harry did not know, but it was surprising. *What else about him don't I know?* Harry watched him at dinner in the great hall. Harry heard him laught and was amazed that he had never fully appreciated the deep timbre of Draco's voice. Then, he noticed Draco eating and was mesmerized. Draco's elegant fingers as he handled his cutlery. His lips as they pulled food from his fork. His tongue as it reached out of his mouth...Harry shook his head, trying to clear his distraction, but it was uneffective. He couldn't even concentrate enough to eat. With a disgruntled sigh, Harry threw down his napkin and left the table. He needed to get away from everyone and think. He ran outside and up to the very top of the Gryffindor Quiddich stands, high enough up that he couldn't be spotted from the ground. He needed to get his thoughts in order and staring at Malfoy wasn't helping.
Unfortunately for Harry, the Slytherins had booked the Quiddich pitch for practice that evening. Harry, of course, spent the two hour practice observing Draco. He really was a decent flyer, Harry supposed. He was more impressed by the way Draco was running the practice. Harry knew Draco was team captain. He also knew the Slytherins were *good.* Not that he'd admit it to anyone else. Draco had moved them away from the underhanded tactics their previous captain had employed. Draco had trained them well. Harry knew the only thing that kept the Gryffindor team ahead was Harry's Seeker skills.
As Draco led his team off the pitch and into the locker rooms, Harry thought he hoticed Draco look back once, but he did not acknowledge Harry's presence in any other way. Harry tried hard not to think about Draco in a steaming hot shower.
Sometime later, Harry was lost in thought and didn't notice a 2nd figure join him on the stands. He jumped out of his seat as he felt a hand on his shoulder.
"Bloody Hell! Why'd you have to go and sneak up on me, Ron?"
"Sorry, mate. We were just getting worried about you."
"I guess it is getting late," Harry replied. They made their way down the darkened stands. When they had reached the center of the pitch, Ron stopped Harry and said,
"Look, there's something you should probably know. I want to be sure you realize that you've got my support with this Malfoy thing, whatever you decide. I know I was pretty quiet when you told us what happened."
"Thanks. That does mean a lot. Especially from you. I thought you hated him."
"Well, I do, sorta. I mean, you hear how he carries on about my family and all. But, well...I...erm...sorta.had.a.crush.on.him.all.last.year," Ron finished quickly.
"You...oh...but...I didn't know. I thought you and Hermione..."
"Well, of course I couldn't tell you. We all still hated him then. At least that's what I thought. And Herm? That's so funny Harry! Everyone already knows she's with Ginny..."
"What? You're kidding! Why didn't I know? But, Ron, doesn't that mean that everyone in your family is..."
"Gay? Yep. Bizarre, isn't it."
"But why haven't you seen anyone else? I know for a fact that Dean would shag you senseless if you asked him to!" Harry said, grinning. Harry noticed that Ron still seemed serious.
"There is someone I like," Ron said, his liquid brown eyes not leaving Harry's. "Thing is, I'm pretty sure he doesn't feel that way about me. Besides, I don't think I would want to do anything stupid to risk losing him. He's my best friend." Tears of understanding began to pool in Harry's eyes as he quietly said,
"Oh, Ron! I never know. I'm so..."
"Listen here, Harry," Ron said, a little too firmly. His face was contorted with emotion. "Don't you go making any decisions just to spare my feelings. You do too much of that. I need you to do what you feel is right for yourself. You deserve that, Harry. You deserve to be happy for once. And, don't ever doubt that I will always be your very best friend, no matter what. It will be enough for me, if it has to be."
Harry watched a single tear slide down Ron's pale, freckled cheek. Harry pulled Ron into a fierce but comforting hug, and thought to himself, *What did I ever do to deserve a friend as good as Ron?*
Unknown to toe two young men, a pale head watched them embrace from a window in the Astronomy Tower. They did not see him turn away with hurt on his face.