Disclaimer- If you think I own them, I will send you a post card to the rock you are living under.

A/N This is slash. And my first fanfiction. Please be kind, send me some reviews with what I have done wrong. And I need a beta, I cant spell for beans, even with spell check.
Pairings. Draco/Harry.
Rating- R. WIth good reason. I hope.

Did you ever think that this could happen?

I love him.

The boy who lived.
The Slytherin commons just sat there, aghast. Hoping that there pride and joy pureblood Slytherin was under some new curse.


Meanwhile, back in the Gryffindor commons.

I think I love him.
Harry, please say your under a spell.
His spell.

Ron completely shocked at Harry's words, just looked at him, blankly. Apparently, Ron never thought Harry could love anyone but him. Ever. Not since that crush Harry had back in year 5.

Ron, I told you, Im over you now. And from the looks of things I don't know what I ever saw in you.!

As boy wonder still sat there, mouth gaping wide, it just registered that Harry really was in love with Draco Malfoy.

A Malfoy? Harry you could do so much better

Harry raised his eyebrow to Ron.
You, you still wished I pined over you. Bet you loved seeing me all love sick.
Harry, for the sake of our friendship, never ever say you were love sick over me again!

Harry, throwing a shoe at Ron, as it was closest, playfully said. Its late, we should get some sleep. I dread potions tomorrow
Harry, Malfoys in that class.
Why don't you just shut up. Harry smiled at himself. He really wanted to get to bed so that there would be only few hours till he saw Draco again.

// What am I thinking. Malfoy, shit, I must have lost my rabid ass mind. I bet he just thinks Im some silly little bint. Nice thought though, sitting with Malfoy, kissing his neck.//

At that last thought Harry realized that his brain wasn't the only part of him awake.


While back in the Slytherin commons, our nasty little pureblood, was thinking of what Harry would think of him, if he knew.
// Bet he thinks Im just a fucking asshole. He doesn't know me. Well its not like I have given him a chance. But look at that short shaggy mess of hair, those deep emerald eyes, god he is so fucking hot//
Harry's brain was not the only one working that night. Neither was his cock for that matter.

Draco laid in bed, for several minutes fingering his problems away. Wishing that tomorrow would come sooner, so he could see Harry in potions.



Ok, that's what I have. Should I cont.? Is this any good, will I ever be happy with what I have written? Im, not sure. Please read and review.
Next chapter, if people actually like this,
Potions, the first step, to a long frontier
God, im corny.
Also, I know I know, its short.. blah blah blah.

Thanks, Nataliefly.