The Game Begins
"Why must we ALWAYS be late for everything Ron?"
"Well, when you're a Weasley you kind of get used to it."
"Let's just find Hermoine and a place to sit."
Now severely annoyed, Harry scanned the crowd for a particular fuzzy headed … What the …
"BLOODY HELL! IS THAT HERMOINE OVER THERE TALKING TO MALFOY?"
Draco Malfoy: Slytherin Sex God and sworn enemy to Potter, Weasley, and Granger.
So THEY thought. The war with Voldermort was over and people do change; Like Draco Malfoy. He was still the same pompous prick he met in year one, but Harry had noticed he let his hair grow, and, what was this? Had Malfoy started working out? Or maybe its just those Quidditch practices? And wait- is he taller now? And THOSE eyes- his eyes were kind of beautiful like the silver lining of a... Oh God. AM I THINKING WHAT I THINK I'M THINKING?Harry stopped dead in his mind why was almost drooling over MALFOY'S eyes.
As Harry pondered if he was going through some pre-midlife crisis, Ron was already taking action.
"Good morning Hermoine. Ferret Face"
"Weasel"
"Honestly you two." but Hermoine's pleads were interrupted by Ron.
"Hermoine, we better leave now if we are going to get good seats."
Hermoine sighed with relief. Like the lady she was, she smiled politely and said her goodbyes to Draco, "Thanks for everything Draco." With that she gave him a small peck on the cheek and Ron's face matched his hair.
"Since when do YOU of all people start lowering your standards?"
"Pardon?"
"Kissing Malfoy like that! AND.. AND you called him Draco!"
"Like that? What are YOU talking about? It was an innocent kiss on the cheek. And Draco is his name? Are you going mental Ron?"
Harry's insanity debate was disrupted by the familiar sounds of the Weasly-Granger Shout Off. It only took…five seconds to get them started?
"Honestly," Harry shouted, "You two fight as if you were married! Come off it! Now hurry up and let's get on the train."
That settled that. Ron and Hermoine have been fighting a lot lately. Mainly because Ron liked Hermoine but was to afraid to ask her out. And Hermoine liked Ron and knew he was to afraid to ask her out so she's been not-so-cleverly dropping hints that she liked him too. For being the most brightest witch of their year Hermoine was not so bright in the dating game, and Ron has never been bright. Thankfully Ron and Hermoine's little outburst soon had Harry forgetting his almost hay encounter with Draco's eyes.
The train ride was quite peaceful. They arrived at Hogwarts around dinner. And there, Harry, Ron, and Hermoine had their last Sorting Ceremony, last Great Feast, their last everything. Harry didn't really mind leaving Hogwarts. Yes, it had been his home for the last seven years, but after he left he would be able to live the life he always wanted. A NORMAL marriage, a NORMAL wife, a NORMAL house, a NORMAL life.
Just then Malfoy walked past and ruined Harry's normal daydreams.
"Prick"
"Golden Boy"
"Have a nice summer Potter?"
"Why do you care?"
"I don't."
"Then why ask?"
"Well, I just saw the way you were intimately looking at me and I decided to strike up a conversation with you so you could get a closer look and drool all you want."
Oh. My. God. He did not just say what I think he said Harry's inner voice screamed and then he remembered his own thoughts from earlier about Draco's beautiful silver eyes. Harry cringed at the very thought.
"Are you implying..."
Draco had cut him off "I'm not implying anything. But don't say it out loud though Potter. It might come true."
With that Malfoy raised his brow as if he knew he had won this battle and strutted off to the head of the Slytherin table.
Bastard. I can't believe I said he had beautiful eyes. :/
School started and the weeks dragged on. Snape was being more of a bastard than usual. Draco watched Harry's every move. He analyzed his every action, studying him, trying to catch a glimpse of what he saw the first day. But there was a shield around Harry, and by shield he meant his normal "posse". Draco wasn't used to not getting what he wanted, and that of course upset him.
Stupid Potter. Why in the bloody hell does he have to be so mysterious? Look at me, 'im stupid Harry Potter the mysterious yet cool hero of our times'. Although Harry being mysterious is kind of sexy. EEEEEPPP! I used Harry and sexy in the same sentence! EEEPPP! Before Draco could beat some sense into himself Snape walked in with his normal I-don't-give-a-shit-about-you attitude.
"The potion is on the board. You will find everything you need in here. Choose a partner. You have until the end of class."
Like magnets Ron and Harry came together to work on their potion.
"Oh no. Weasley and Potter equal mess, which equals "F" which equals detention, which equals me having to spend more time with you than I want. Let me see… Malfoy and Potter; Pavarti and Weasley." With that Snape strolled out of the room just as bastardly as he had entered not knowing the havoc he started …
Oh God. I'm with the Golden Boy.
Oh God. I'm with the Sex God.
