Harry wandered around the platform, trying to find Ron and Hermione. She
had been staying with the Weasley's this summer while her parents were in
America. Harry had watched a romance spark between the two all summer, and
he was dying to see how his two best friends were doing, and if they were
still alive. He hadn't heard from them for two weeks, and as much as they
were in love, they were still Ron and Hermione. They bickered over
everything!
Harry finally sat down on a bench, his feet pounding. He had looked all over and hadn't found them yet. He decided they weren't here yet, and made sure he had a clear view of the barrier for when they did arrive. Harry closed his eyes for a brief second, breathing in the crisp air. A strange scent floated by his nostrils suddenly. It smelled delectable, but he could not place it. Opening his eyes, he found he had smelled aftershave. That was not what turned his stomach, but the fact that the aftershave was coming from one Draco Malfoy, Harry's archenemy.
"Staring at something in particular, Potty?" Malfoy sneered. Harry wanted to slap the smirk off his face, but restrained himself. He could feel the urge to tackle Malfoy building.
"Bug off, Malfoy," he sighed. Draco looked at Harry suspiciously. Harry watched as the look in his eyes turned from confusion, to amazement, to pure terror. He immediately turned and sprinted off to the train. Odd, he thought to himself. Malfoy acted almost scared of me! Harry shrugged. Serves him right.
* * *
Draco had to put as much distance between the Boy Wonder and him as he could. Slumping against the side of the train, he ran a pale hand through his even paler hair. How he could have almost broke down like that was unthinkable. What was even worse was why he had almost broken down.
Draco had spotted Potter from across the crowd all alone, and could not help but start the year off with a little harassing. Walking right up to him, his stomach did a flip. Draco thought it was because he didn't have his thugs with him in case things got rough, but then noticed Potter's cronies were nowhere to be found either. He was about to throw out a clever comment when Harry's eyes sprang open. The two made eye contact, and his enemy's eyes seemed to stare deep into his soul, feeding on his fears and secrets. Finally, Draco mentally shook himself and got his wit back.
"Staring at something in particular, Potty?" Draco realized his heart wasn't even in the teasing. Potter's entire body tensed.
"Bug off, Malfoy." A simple command, but he had said it with such confidence and power that Draco was taken aback. There was something different about Harry Potter this year, and Draco suddenly found himself thinking the unthinkable. He then turned around and ran, fast as he could, away from the temptation.
Draco Malfoy had wanted to kiss Harry Potter.
The world was coming to an end.
Harry finally sat down on a bench, his feet pounding. He had looked all over and hadn't found them yet. He decided they weren't here yet, and made sure he had a clear view of the barrier for when they did arrive. Harry closed his eyes for a brief second, breathing in the crisp air. A strange scent floated by his nostrils suddenly. It smelled delectable, but he could not place it. Opening his eyes, he found he had smelled aftershave. That was not what turned his stomach, but the fact that the aftershave was coming from one Draco Malfoy, Harry's archenemy.
"Staring at something in particular, Potty?" Malfoy sneered. Harry wanted to slap the smirk off his face, but restrained himself. He could feel the urge to tackle Malfoy building.
"Bug off, Malfoy," he sighed. Draco looked at Harry suspiciously. Harry watched as the look in his eyes turned from confusion, to amazement, to pure terror. He immediately turned and sprinted off to the train. Odd, he thought to himself. Malfoy acted almost scared of me! Harry shrugged. Serves him right.
* * *
Draco had to put as much distance between the Boy Wonder and him as he could. Slumping against the side of the train, he ran a pale hand through his even paler hair. How he could have almost broke down like that was unthinkable. What was even worse was why he had almost broken down.
Draco had spotted Potter from across the crowd all alone, and could not help but start the year off with a little harassing. Walking right up to him, his stomach did a flip. Draco thought it was because he didn't have his thugs with him in case things got rough, but then noticed Potter's cronies were nowhere to be found either. He was about to throw out a clever comment when Harry's eyes sprang open. The two made eye contact, and his enemy's eyes seemed to stare deep into his soul, feeding on his fears and secrets. Finally, Draco mentally shook himself and got his wit back.
"Staring at something in particular, Potty?" Draco realized his heart wasn't even in the teasing. Potter's entire body tensed.
"Bug off, Malfoy." A simple command, but he had said it with such confidence and power that Draco was taken aback. There was something different about Harry Potter this year, and Draco suddenly found himself thinking the unthinkable. He then turned around and ran, fast as he could, away from the temptation.
Draco Malfoy had wanted to kiss Harry Potter.
The world was coming to an end.