CHAPTER 2
Disclaimer: As much as I love these characters, they are not mine.
HARRY'S POV
This chapter is from Harry's point of view from the next morning. It was cold but I had to get out of bed. I shivered as I reluctantly dragged the covers from my bed, and stood up. I was so cold and I forgot to do my Transfiguration homework. Suddenly, my dreams from the previous night came back to me. After I pieced the memories together I laughed at the absurdity of them. All I could remember was Draco Malfoy. Strangely, he looked particularly attractive. In fact, I recall him being strikingly gorgeous! Now that I thought about it, he was. Seriously gorgeous. I had to see him. I had to find out if he was still the hunk of my dreams. The silky blond hair, deep blue eyes and the expression of pleasure on his face. His handsome face. I put on my woolly socks as I thought about what had just happened. It was ridiculous. Hadn't I been enemies with the boy ever since the first day of Hogwarts? Haven't I done everything he could to avoid the horrible Slytherin that tormented me and my friends? I had. But now, I saw him in a different light. He was beautiful, I knew he was. I raced downstairs, my excitement building up. "I've got to see him!" I exclaimed. "See who?" A voice from behind questioned. It was Ron. As much as I loved the guy, we were best friends, and I never thought of him as I thought of Malfoy. "I'm going to breakfast. Coming?" I ran down the steps and entered the Dining Hall. There, sitting patiently, alone at the Slytherin table was Draco Malfoy. He was so attractive, and I just had to be with him. A wide smile crept over the boy's face as I approached him. "Hello Potter". "Hello Malfoy". Ron looked at me as if I was insane, and I felt as if I was. But it's a good feeling, love.
*End Harry's POV*
Ron tugged him on the shirt and Harry was torn away from his gaze, had to sit at the Gryffindor table. So far away from the Slytherin table. Away from Draco. Classes came and went, and before he knew it, it was time for Quidditch practice. Harry's robes were soaked and clung to him, and he could barely see. Wiping the rain from his glasses, the Seeker persevered. The faint sound of a whistle was the signal that training had finished. With ease, Harry manoeuvred his Firebolt down to the ground. The water sprang up and soaked his shoes, and made a squelching sound as he walked towards the changing rooms. Harry was usually the first to leave the changing rooms; it didn't take long for him to get changed. This time he was last, all he could look at was Draco. For the boy to take off his clothes, revealing his perfect body was too much for Harry. They were the only people in the changing room. As the two boys moved towards each other they didn't break eye contact. Harry put his arms around the sandy-haired boy's waist, and kissed him hard.
They loved each other, more than they had ever loved anyone else.
Author's note: Thanks to Talia and Cathy for beta reading this story!
To be Continued
Disclaimer: As much as I love these characters, they are not mine.
HARRY'S POV
This chapter is from Harry's point of view from the next morning. It was cold but I had to get out of bed. I shivered as I reluctantly dragged the covers from my bed, and stood up. I was so cold and I forgot to do my Transfiguration homework. Suddenly, my dreams from the previous night came back to me. After I pieced the memories together I laughed at the absurdity of them. All I could remember was Draco Malfoy. Strangely, he looked particularly attractive. In fact, I recall him being strikingly gorgeous! Now that I thought about it, he was. Seriously gorgeous. I had to see him. I had to find out if he was still the hunk of my dreams. The silky blond hair, deep blue eyes and the expression of pleasure on his face. His handsome face. I put on my woolly socks as I thought about what had just happened. It was ridiculous. Hadn't I been enemies with the boy ever since the first day of Hogwarts? Haven't I done everything he could to avoid the horrible Slytherin that tormented me and my friends? I had. But now, I saw him in a different light. He was beautiful, I knew he was. I raced downstairs, my excitement building up. "I've got to see him!" I exclaimed. "See who?" A voice from behind questioned. It was Ron. As much as I loved the guy, we were best friends, and I never thought of him as I thought of Malfoy. "I'm going to breakfast. Coming?" I ran down the steps and entered the Dining Hall. There, sitting patiently, alone at the Slytherin table was Draco Malfoy. He was so attractive, and I just had to be with him. A wide smile crept over the boy's face as I approached him. "Hello Potter". "Hello Malfoy". Ron looked at me as if I was insane, and I felt as if I was. But it's a good feeling, love.
*End Harry's POV*
Ron tugged him on the shirt and Harry was torn away from his gaze, had to sit at the Gryffindor table. So far away from the Slytherin table. Away from Draco. Classes came and went, and before he knew it, it was time for Quidditch practice. Harry's robes were soaked and clung to him, and he could barely see. Wiping the rain from his glasses, the Seeker persevered. The faint sound of a whistle was the signal that training had finished. With ease, Harry manoeuvred his Firebolt down to the ground. The water sprang up and soaked his shoes, and made a squelching sound as he walked towards the changing rooms. Harry was usually the first to leave the changing rooms; it didn't take long for him to get changed. This time he was last, all he could look at was Draco. For the boy to take off his clothes, revealing his perfect body was too much for Harry. They were the only people in the changing room. As the two boys moved towards each other they didn't break eye contact. Harry put his arms around the sandy-haired boy's waist, and kissed him hard.
They loved each other, more than they had ever loved anyone else.
Author's note: Thanks to Talia and Cathy for beta reading this story!
To be Continued