bChapter One./b
iRealization./i
Harry Potter awoke to a wretched scream. Neville Longbottom, having a nightmare as usual.
"Aghhh!!" screetched Neville again. Harry rolled over under his red sheets with the gold lining. Gryffindor colors.
"Its got me! Its got me!" was the slurred cry of the dreaming boy.
"Bloody hell. Somebody wake him up before I put a curse on him, I need my sleep for class today!", was Percy Weasley's plea. Percy was a school prefect. As he turned over and fell back asleep, Harry got up. He put on his gray Cardigan with the red trim, and his black pants. He made his bed and got his Herbology books ready for class. He finally put on his robe. Harry then left for Herbology.
Once in the 2nd Floor Corridor, Harry realized he would be late if he kept walking at this dismal pace. He began to jog, which gradually gave way to a run. Harry arrived in Herbology just in time. However, this was not suffiecient. Professor Sprouts had already put the class in their assigned seats. Ron with Hermione, Crabbe with Goyle, Katie Bell with Angelina Johnson, and the last seat went to Harry and his partner- Draco Malfoy.
Both Draco and Harry groaned as Harry took his seat. Professor Sprouts was going into a deep discussion about several potions that could be made from Mandrakes alone, but neither Harry nor Draco was paying much attention.
"Now see here Potter, just because we're partners doesn't mean we're friends." Malfoy began. "In fact, I detest you Potter, you and your poor friends. Those.. Weasleys." Harry could feel the anger gathering behind his eyes. "That foul little mudblood, too. Granger." Harry felt all the energy behind his eyes. He stared at Malfoy intensly. He felt like he could have burnt holes through him with his eyes.
"Malfoy don't start with me.", Harry whispered after realizing that Professor Sprouts was turning pink at all the talking. "Hermione and Ron are better at Wizardry than you'll ever be."
"Is that so?"
"You know it is."
"No, Potter, I don't and you know what else-" Draco began, but Harry wouldn't let him finish.
"No Malfoy, and I don't care. None of my friends had to buy their way into Hogwarts.", Harry spat out.
"What are you implying Potter, that I'm not good enough? Is that what you're saying? You know you're something, Potter. Blimey, you're everything here, aren't you? The world revolves around Harry Potter, The Boy Who Lived. I say it was luck Potter. Pure luck, and you aren't shit." said Malfoy.
"I can't help being-"
"HARRY POTTER AND DRACO MALFOY!" Shouted Prof. Sprouts. "Do not talk through my class, do you understand me?" arry and Draco, heads bowed, both embarrassed nodded meekly.
"For your rudeness and class interuption, five points will be taken from Gryffindor." Draco grinned at Harry. "And Slytherin."
biHow quickly that smile faded!/b/i
Harry chuckled to himself. Harry felt about ten feet tall, even though he too lost points for his house. He didn't care, he knew he could earn them back. Malfoy however, was brewing with rage. He'd show that Harry Potter who was the better wizard. Suddenly, for no real reason, Ron's wand let out a shriek! Prof. Sprouts was so angry she passed out. Madame Pomfrey took her to the Hospital Wing and dismissed the class back to their houses. Ron and Hermione asked Harry if he was busy.
"Want to go to the library?" Asked Hermione.
"I do, but I'm tired, I think I'll just go back to the Common Room." replyed Harry. With that, he started walking towards the door of the classroom. Unfortunately for him, so did Malfoy. The two boys were stuck in the door frame. Arm to arm, hip to hip. Bodies pressed together.
"Watch it Potter!" said Malfoy angrily.
"Get out of the way!" replied Harry. The boys stared at each other. Emerald eyes to Azure eyes.
biPotter's got amazing eyes. Wait. What?! Well, they are a nice color.. They'd look better on a dog than on Potter. /i/b
Thought Malfoy, as he and Harry continued to stare each other down. Just them, Madame Hooch walked by and pulled Draco into the corridor.
"Draco darling, don't forget to rest up for the Quidditch game this afternoon." She said.
"I won't, don't worry. Slytherin will win, I guarantee it." replied Malfoy cooly. Harry, who had been listening from a distance, said
"I hope you can back that up with out making an arse of yourself." Malfoy turned his head to see Harry leaning against a marble wall. "I mean really, how stupid would you feel if you lost."
"We won't, Potter, we're playing Hufflepuff." was Malfoy's retort. Harry stared at him.
biYeah, I'll be there to make sure./b/i
Draco sent Harry one more nasty glare and stormed off to the Slytherin Tower to get dressed in his Quidditch gear. Draco thought as he was getting dressed.
biWhat do I care what Potter thinks? He's a Gryffindor and I'm a Slytherin. He's nothing. So he defeated Voldemort. Who cares? He was a child, probably doesn't remember it anyways. I know he'll show up at the match, wearing his stupid maroon sweater the Weasley's mother knitted for him. The one that doesn't quite come up to his neck because she's such a lousy seamstress. I do hate when he wears it, all it does is show off his chest, what a distraction./b/i Draco was dressed. He grabbed his Nimbus 2001 and was off to play Quidditch.
iQuidditch/i The two teams were already on the field when Harry Potter and Ron arrived at the Quidditch stadium. The took their places in the Gryffindor tower and Hermione came sauntering up not a minute later. They still had ten minutes until the game would begin. Harry eyed the Quidditch players. Hufflepuff's team looked so weak compared to Slytherin's, he decieded.
"Who do you think will win?" Ron asked.
"I don't know, but I have a feeling we all know." Replied Hermione. Harry nodded.
biSlytherin./b/i
"And they're off! Hufflepuff's captain has the quaffle, and is about to score! He shoots and it's- OH! It's blocked by the Slytherin keeper. Slytherin has the quaffle and it looks already like it's going to be a close game!", shouted Lee Jordan into the microphone.
Harry, Ron and Hermione were paying close attention to the game, when their seats began to shake, in fact, the whole stand shook. Hermione cryed out.
"What's going on?" Just then, they heard it.
"'Ello there!" It was Hagrid! "Come to watch the match, I did. Who's winning?" He asked. Harry and his friends breathed a sigh of relief.
"No one yet, Hagrid. The game's just begun.", answered Ron. Hagrid took a seat between Hermione and Katie Bell, and continued to talk with Ron.
"I got an owl from yer brother in Romania, Charlie. He says my Norbert's growing up real fast. He'll be flying anyday now and." Harry lost focus.
biMy Norbert. Hagrid said 'my Norbert', like Norbert was a person. Doesn't he know that people listening to him might think he's a bit.. off? /b/i
Harry was looking at the Hufflepuff team now, eyeing each player.
biI mean, I love Hagrid, but I wouldn't go around telling people, they might think I'm-/b/i
Harry was looking at the Slytherin team now.
bi- gay or something, I know I'm occasionally attracted to guys, but if I went around calling my friends 'mine', people might think I'm a bit- /b/i
He was staring at the player with the quaffle.
bi-different and-/b/i
His eyes were beginning to drift towards -
bi-it's not like I'm a freak or anything, but I already do../b/i
Could it be? Harry eyes stopped on the
bi.. gather enough attention but if I told everyone that I liked him, I'd be even more of a freak and../b/i
Slytherin seeker. - bMalfoy! /b
biGod. He looks so hot in his Quidditch robes. . Harry froze. Did I just.. great. He saw me staring at him./b/i
"What are you gawking at, Potter?", demanded Malfoy. Harry paused before replying to look Malfoy up and down.
biYou./b/i
"Obviously not much." Harry said under his breath, lying to himself. Malfoy cocked his head to the side.
"You're an odd one Potter." He said. Just then Ron butt in and said
"Hey Malfoy, you sleaze, the games out there." Malfoy scowled and returned to his position. "Why were you looking at him Harry?" Ron inquired.
"I was just.."
biTrying to picture his toned body through his Quidditch robes../i/b
"I was just..-"
"SCORE! Slytherin has scored a goal on Hufflepuff. The game is tied. Next goal wins and now Hufflepuff has the quaffle and- Look! There goes the Snitch!" Harry turned his head in time to see the Hufflepuff seeker and Malfoy racing head to head for the snitch. Malfoy was only inches away when the other seeker started to catch up. Malfoy strafed to the right, trying to knock the other seeker off his stick. The other player stick wobbled, but it kept it's speed. Malfoy knocked him again, this time knocking the other seeker off his stick and into the ground. The Slytherin side cheered so loud it sounded like an explosion. Malfoy outstretched his hand, keeping a tight grip on his Nimbus 2001 with the other. Harry saw Ron turn pale.
"What's wrong with-" Harry began, but stopped when he saw for himself. The snitch was heading towards the Gryffindor tower. Right towards where Harry was sitting. Harry froze as the snitch neared. Another shock for Harry- Malfoy was right behind it. Only a few feet away, Harry tried to jump out of it's path, but suddenly, the snitch changed directions. Too quickly for Malfoy though, who plowed into Harry. The two broke through the stands and started falling towards the ground. Harry, thinking quickly grabbed onto a support beam and not seconds later, Malfoy grabbed hold of his ankles.
"Hold on Potter!" Malfoy demanded.
"You're too heavy! I can't hold-" Harry stopped when he saw Malfoy reach into his robe. He pulled his wand out and said
"iWingardium Leviosa!/i" And the two floated safely to the ground. Harry was befounded. Malfoy had not only saved himself, but Harry as well.
"Malfoy, I-"
"Your welcome Potter." Said Malfoy as he walked away.
biWhat was that? /i/b
Malfoy pondered as he strolled out on the field. Hufflepuff had caught the snitch and Slytherin lost the game. Malfoy was angry.
biDamnit Potter, getting in my way. I could have had the bloody snitch./b/i
Yet Malfoy knew Harry wasn't to blame. Harry meanwhile, was still in awe.
biMalfoy saved me. Draco Malfoy. Maybe he's not so bad after all. No. He's a Malfoy, he's a dirty Death Eater, and he's not to be trusted. He probably only saved me to save himself./b/i
Harry came out from under the stands and met with Ron and Hermione.
"Harry! Are you okay? What happened down there?" Hermione asked.
"Nothing, I'm fine. Thanks.", was Harry's nonchalant reply. He was still thinking about how Malfoy had saved his life just moments ago. Hermione knew something had happened, but she didn't press Harry about it. She knew he'd come to her with the story if it was important. Ron, Harry and Hermione returned to the Gryffindor Common Room and spent the rest of the day there til dinner.
Dinner came and went. Harry looked at the Slytherin table, searching for Malfoy. He found him, staring heavily into his plate, still in his Quidditch uniform. His pale blonde hair slicked back as usual, a few stands falling into his eyes. Harry watched as Draco carelessly tossed them aside.
biBlimey he looks good in his Quidditch robes. /b/i
Thought Harry, who sat there awkwardly, trying to figure out what was happening to him. All these sudden thoughts kept plowing their way into his mind, all while staring at.. Malfoy?
biWhat's so special about Malfoy anyway. He's a Death Eater, I know he is. His father is too. Why do I not care though? Could it be! God. I'm attracted to Draco Malfoy./b/i
Harry Potter awoke to a wretched scream. Neville Longbottom, having a nightmare as usual.
"Aghhh!!" screetched Neville again. Harry rolled over under his red sheets with the gold lining. Gryffindor colors.
"Its got me! Its got me!" was the slurred cry of the dreaming boy.
"Bloody hell. Somebody wake him up before I put a curse on him, I need my sleep for class today!", was Percy Weasley's plea. Percy was a school prefect. As he turned over and fell back asleep, Harry got up. He put on his gray Cardigan with the red trim, and his black pants. He made his bed and got his Herbology books ready for class. He finally put on his robe. Harry then left for Herbology.
Once in the 2nd Floor Corridor, Harry realized he would be late if he kept walking at this dismal pace. He began to jog, which gradually gave way to a run. Harry arrived in Herbology just in time. However, this was not suffiecient. Professor Sprouts had already put the class in their assigned seats. Ron with Hermione, Crabbe with Goyle, Katie Bell with Angelina Johnson, and the last seat went to Harry and his partner- Draco Malfoy.
Both Draco and Harry groaned as Harry took his seat. Professor Sprouts was going into a deep discussion about several potions that could be made from Mandrakes alone, but neither Harry nor Draco was paying much attention.
"Now see here Potter, just because we're partners doesn't mean we're friends." Malfoy began. "In fact, I detest you Potter, you and your poor friends. Those.. Weasleys." Harry could feel the anger gathering behind his eyes. "That foul little mudblood, too. Granger." Harry felt all the energy behind his eyes. He stared at Malfoy intensly. He felt like he could have burnt holes through him with his eyes.
"Malfoy don't start with me.", Harry whispered after realizing that Professor Sprouts was turning pink at all the talking. "Hermione and Ron are better at Wizardry than you'll ever be."
"Is that so?"
"You know it is."
"No, Potter, I don't and you know what else-" Draco began, but Harry wouldn't let him finish.
"No Malfoy, and I don't care. None of my friends had to buy their way into Hogwarts.", Harry spat out.
"What are you implying Potter, that I'm not good enough? Is that what you're saying? You know you're something, Potter. Blimey, you're everything here, aren't you? The world revolves around Harry Potter, The Boy Who Lived. I say it was luck Potter. Pure luck, and you aren't shit." said Malfoy.
"I can't help being-"
"HARRY POTTER AND DRACO MALFOY!" Shouted Prof. Sprouts. "Do not talk through my class, do you understand me?" arry and Draco, heads bowed, both embarrassed nodded meekly.
"For your rudeness and class interuption, five points will be taken from Gryffindor." Draco grinned at Harry. "And Slytherin."
biHow quickly that smile faded!/b/i
Harry chuckled to himself. Harry felt about ten feet tall, even though he too lost points for his house. He didn't care, he knew he could earn them back. Malfoy however, was brewing with rage. He'd show that Harry Potter who was the better wizard. Suddenly, for no real reason, Ron's wand let out a shriek! Prof. Sprouts was so angry she passed out. Madame Pomfrey took her to the Hospital Wing and dismissed the class back to their houses. Ron and Hermione asked Harry if he was busy.
"Want to go to the library?" Asked Hermione.
"I do, but I'm tired, I think I'll just go back to the Common Room." replyed Harry. With that, he started walking towards the door of the classroom. Unfortunately for him, so did Malfoy. The two boys were stuck in the door frame. Arm to arm, hip to hip. Bodies pressed together.
"Watch it Potter!" said Malfoy angrily.
"Get out of the way!" replied Harry. The boys stared at each other. Emerald eyes to Azure eyes.
biPotter's got amazing eyes. Wait. What?! Well, they are a nice color.. They'd look better on a dog than on Potter. /i/b
Thought Malfoy, as he and Harry continued to stare each other down. Just them, Madame Hooch walked by and pulled Draco into the corridor.
"Draco darling, don't forget to rest up for the Quidditch game this afternoon." She said.
"I won't, don't worry. Slytherin will win, I guarantee it." replied Malfoy cooly. Harry, who had been listening from a distance, said
"I hope you can back that up with out making an arse of yourself." Malfoy turned his head to see Harry leaning against a marble wall. "I mean really, how stupid would you feel if you lost."
"We won't, Potter, we're playing Hufflepuff." was Malfoy's retort. Harry stared at him.
biYeah, I'll be there to make sure./b/i
Draco sent Harry one more nasty glare and stormed off to the Slytherin Tower to get dressed in his Quidditch gear. Draco thought as he was getting dressed.
biWhat do I care what Potter thinks? He's a Gryffindor and I'm a Slytherin. He's nothing. So he defeated Voldemort. Who cares? He was a child, probably doesn't remember it anyways. I know he'll show up at the match, wearing his stupid maroon sweater the Weasley's mother knitted for him. The one that doesn't quite come up to his neck because she's such a lousy seamstress. I do hate when he wears it, all it does is show off his chest, what a distraction./b/i Draco was dressed. He grabbed his Nimbus 2001 and was off to play Quidditch.
iQuidditch/i The two teams were already on the field when Harry Potter and Ron arrived at the Quidditch stadium. The took their places in the Gryffindor tower and Hermione came sauntering up not a minute later. They still had ten minutes until the game would begin. Harry eyed the Quidditch players. Hufflepuff's team looked so weak compared to Slytherin's, he decieded.
"Who do you think will win?" Ron asked.
"I don't know, but I have a feeling we all know." Replied Hermione. Harry nodded.
biSlytherin./b/i
"And they're off! Hufflepuff's captain has the quaffle, and is about to score! He shoots and it's- OH! It's blocked by the Slytherin keeper. Slytherin has the quaffle and it looks already like it's going to be a close game!", shouted Lee Jordan into the microphone.
Harry, Ron and Hermione were paying close attention to the game, when their seats began to shake, in fact, the whole stand shook. Hermione cryed out.
"What's going on?" Just then, they heard it.
"'Ello there!" It was Hagrid! "Come to watch the match, I did. Who's winning?" He asked. Harry and his friends breathed a sigh of relief.
"No one yet, Hagrid. The game's just begun.", answered Ron. Hagrid took a seat between Hermione and Katie Bell, and continued to talk with Ron.
"I got an owl from yer brother in Romania, Charlie. He says my Norbert's growing up real fast. He'll be flying anyday now and." Harry lost focus.
biMy Norbert. Hagrid said 'my Norbert', like Norbert was a person. Doesn't he know that people listening to him might think he's a bit.. off? /b/i
Harry was looking at the Hufflepuff team now, eyeing each player.
biI mean, I love Hagrid, but I wouldn't go around telling people, they might think I'm-/b/i
Harry was looking at the Slytherin team now.
bi- gay or something, I know I'm occasionally attracted to guys, but if I went around calling my friends 'mine', people might think I'm a bit- /b/i
He was staring at the player with the quaffle.
bi-different and-/b/i
His eyes were beginning to drift towards -
bi-it's not like I'm a freak or anything, but I already do../b/i
Could it be? Harry eyes stopped on the
bi.. gather enough attention but if I told everyone that I liked him, I'd be even more of a freak and../b/i
Slytherin seeker. - bMalfoy! /b
biGod. He looks so hot in his Quidditch robes. . Harry froze. Did I just.. great. He saw me staring at him./b/i
"What are you gawking at, Potter?", demanded Malfoy. Harry paused before replying to look Malfoy up and down.
biYou./b/i
"Obviously not much." Harry said under his breath, lying to himself. Malfoy cocked his head to the side.
"You're an odd one Potter." He said. Just then Ron butt in and said
"Hey Malfoy, you sleaze, the games out there." Malfoy scowled and returned to his position. "Why were you looking at him Harry?" Ron inquired.
"I was just.."
biTrying to picture his toned body through his Quidditch robes../i/b
"I was just..-"
"SCORE! Slytherin has scored a goal on Hufflepuff. The game is tied. Next goal wins and now Hufflepuff has the quaffle and- Look! There goes the Snitch!" Harry turned his head in time to see the Hufflepuff seeker and Malfoy racing head to head for the snitch. Malfoy was only inches away when the other seeker started to catch up. Malfoy strafed to the right, trying to knock the other seeker off his stick. The other player stick wobbled, but it kept it's speed. Malfoy knocked him again, this time knocking the other seeker off his stick and into the ground. The Slytherin side cheered so loud it sounded like an explosion. Malfoy outstretched his hand, keeping a tight grip on his Nimbus 2001 with the other. Harry saw Ron turn pale.
"What's wrong with-" Harry began, but stopped when he saw for himself. The snitch was heading towards the Gryffindor tower. Right towards where Harry was sitting. Harry froze as the snitch neared. Another shock for Harry- Malfoy was right behind it. Only a few feet away, Harry tried to jump out of it's path, but suddenly, the snitch changed directions. Too quickly for Malfoy though, who plowed into Harry. The two broke through the stands and started falling towards the ground. Harry, thinking quickly grabbed onto a support beam and not seconds later, Malfoy grabbed hold of his ankles.
"Hold on Potter!" Malfoy demanded.
"You're too heavy! I can't hold-" Harry stopped when he saw Malfoy reach into his robe. He pulled his wand out and said
"iWingardium Leviosa!/i" And the two floated safely to the ground. Harry was befounded. Malfoy had not only saved himself, but Harry as well.
"Malfoy, I-"
"Your welcome Potter." Said Malfoy as he walked away.
biWhat was that? /i/b
Malfoy pondered as he strolled out on the field. Hufflepuff had caught the snitch and Slytherin lost the game. Malfoy was angry.
biDamnit Potter, getting in my way. I could have had the bloody snitch./b/i
Yet Malfoy knew Harry wasn't to blame. Harry meanwhile, was still in awe.
biMalfoy saved me. Draco Malfoy. Maybe he's not so bad after all. No. He's a Malfoy, he's a dirty Death Eater, and he's not to be trusted. He probably only saved me to save himself./b/i
Harry came out from under the stands and met with Ron and Hermione.
"Harry! Are you okay? What happened down there?" Hermione asked.
"Nothing, I'm fine. Thanks.", was Harry's nonchalant reply. He was still thinking about how Malfoy had saved his life just moments ago. Hermione knew something had happened, but she didn't press Harry about it. She knew he'd come to her with the story if it was important. Ron, Harry and Hermione returned to the Gryffindor Common Room and spent the rest of the day there til dinner.
Dinner came and went. Harry looked at the Slytherin table, searching for Malfoy. He found him, staring heavily into his plate, still in his Quidditch uniform. His pale blonde hair slicked back as usual, a few stands falling into his eyes. Harry watched as Draco carelessly tossed them aside.
biBlimey he looks good in his Quidditch robes. /b/i
Thought Harry, who sat there awkwardly, trying to figure out what was happening to him. All these sudden thoughts kept plowing their way into his mind, all while staring at.. Malfoy?
biWhat's so special about Malfoy anyway. He's a Death Eater, I know he is. His father is too. Why do I not care though? Could it be! God. I'm attracted to Draco Malfoy./b/i