Okay...so...I don't own anything by Harry Potter as you all know (or so I hope). So, don't sue me, I'm funny. But yeah, this is like your typical H.P D.M story, with the hate first and maybe, JUST maybe...falling in love? Or, will it really be that way? Maybe I'm just throwing you off 'cause it's funny...PLEASE REVIEW! *:stalks people who read and don't review:*
By the Wings of an angel that bind us, and the love for one another that blinds us
May the thorns only be a threat, and weaken us none
For the love between boys is most powerful under our one sun
----There he sat, eyeing his enemy from afar. Although all he'd been able to see was the silvery blonde hair, he'd had his face burned into his mind. So lost in his loathing, he didn't even realize he'd been ignoring his two best friends. Hermione Granger and Ronald Weasley had been hassling him to leave the Great Hall so together they could go up to Gryffindor Tower. It was a wonder the two weren't snogging, but then again, they were in the Great Hall, and that made room for zero privacy. Once he finished listening to the rambles of Hermione, and the whinings of Ron, he focused his attention once more upon the being he hated most. Draco Malfoy. Why had this particular person, this particular Slytherin, this individual living soul gained the full hatred of Harry's' heart? The torment. The mockery, the undaunting sound of a drawling voice never leaving him alone. He'd annoyed him in his sleep, his dreams. Wasn't aggravating him in his wake time enough? He couldn't leave him be, even when bidden the time to rest, and be at a few moments peace? That prat had caused enough damage in his life. Turning such given names like "The Boy who Lived", and "The Golden Boy" into gritty, nasty comments to put Harry to shame. Having had felt like, and realizing that he was wasting precious time by staring at Malfoy; he finished his eating, and left the Great Hall. He strolled idly along the third floor corridors, noticing he'd had enough time to still go to Gryffindor Tower and do a bit of finishing up on his Potions essay. When he'd reached the Fat Lady painting which would let him enter, he'd said the password and looked around when he'd entered the common room. No one was there; not Hermione with her face in a book, not Neville doing last minute work on all of his homework, and not Ron, tending to his new owl, since Scabbers had ran off, once his true identity was revealed last year by Remus Lupin and Sirius Black. Harry found himself a table and pulled out a piece of parchment that had words written on it, he'd then pulled out another, and got something to write with. He couldn't concentrate. He couldn't focus at all. Something in his mind was tampering with his work ethics. 'You've got to pull yourself together, Harry. Focus, focus, focus...' He thought to himself while staring down hard at his piece of parchment. Finally, he was able to finish his essay in time to get to Snapes class. Though he was worried about being late, he was in no rush to get there. Not only because of the greeting of Snape. No. There was something in the classroom that set Harry at unease. That made his stomach lurch. Draco Malfoy.
When he'd entered the Potions class, his eyes scanned the room for Draco. He wasn't there yet. Harry sighed in an obvious breath of relief. He caught the attention though, of Ron and Hermione, who were walking towards him now. He put his books down, and waited for them to reach him.
"'ey Harry, somethin' wrong?" asked Ron inquisitively, surveying Harry's' face. Hermione looked around, and saw that Draco had entered the room.
Hermione whispered to Harry that he'd entered the room, and that upon entering he had shifted an evil glare at Harry.
"Potter", came a low, drawling voice. It was Draco, of course. Harry ignored him, thinking to himself.
"What are you doing sitting at my table?" he asked cold and menacingly. Harry could only take so much before it really got to him. Luckily, though, he wasn't too bothered. The young Slytherin moved his face closer to Harry's, and set a cold pair of silver eyes upon him. Hermione and Ron were watching from across the room. At that moment, Professor Snape came in. As always he looked at Harry with a look of hate and disgust, but Draco with a smile and twinkle in his eye. Draco made a nasty smirk, and glared down at Harry.
"I'm allowing you to sit with me, Potter, so you better feel grateful. I don't want you talking to me, either. Oh, and tell your Mudblood friend, her Muggle loving "boyfriend" is an ugly git!" finished Draco, grinning a devious grin. Harry was getting frustrated, but didn't say anything, except for one comment.
"Why don't you tell her yourself, Malfoy? Too much of a coward to talk to a better Wizard than yourself, and whom is female? Too afraid she may put you to shame with a remark, or spell? You, Malfoy, are a bloody ugly bastard yourself, and have no room to call anyone's' partner ugly. Especially when you yourself have no companion". At this bold comment, Draco looked taken aback, and Harry smiled to himself, proud of being able to show no fear when speaking to a Malfoy. Snape looked around the room; made sure everyone had settled down and began class. It went as normal. Snape being rude to Harry, picking on Neville for making mistakes, praising Slytherin and adding points, deducting from Gryffindor, and the usual mockery of Hermione for always being correct. His next class was Arithmancy, which thankfully, he didn't share with Malfoy. That class, too, went as normal. Hermione, Ron and Harry headed for Dinner in the Great Hall.
"Harry, I still can't believe you said what ya' did to Malfoy! That was great!" said Ron excitedly, looking at Hermione whom was laughing. Yes, Harry had told them of his brave step in telling off Harry. But, Harry wasn't smiling. Harry wasn't proud of himself for defying Malfoy. Harry frowned, but neither Ron nor Hermione saw. They finally reached the Great Hall, and found seats at the Gryffindor table.
"What has gotten into you today?" Hermione asked seriously, and then it dawned on her. "So who is it now, Harry?" She gave Harry a knowing grin.
"It's no one Herm, and who ever said I was day dreaming about someone?" Harry said, folding his arms and resting his head. Hermione looked at Ron who opened his mouth and looked like he was about to protest, but she playfully nudged him, and he shut his mouth. Harry looked across the room at the Slytherin table and saw a pair of piercing cold, silvery gray eyes. The eyes quickly turned away from Harry's emerald green. Harry wondered why this particular Slytherin was looking at him, and why he'd turned away so quickly when he saw Harry facing him. Harry shook it off. He left, about 20 minutes early. He hadn't even noticed who got up behind him.
"Potter", came that same, drawling voice. Harry paused before turning around. He shut his eyes before looking, but he already knew who it was. Draco Malfoy.
"What do you want, Malfoy?" He stopped himself in front of Harry, and Harry looked around the corridor.
"I need to talk to you" he said hesitantly. Harry looked at Draco coldly.
"Why would you ever want to talk to me, Malfoy? Isn't it good enough to just taunt me?" Draco didn't move, his expression stayed the same, but his voice did not prove the same.
"Potter, how dare you talk to me that way? If a Malfoy makes room to talk to you, you filthy Muggle loving "wizard", you accept no questions asked! I hate you, Potter, and that will never, ever change. My wanting to speak to you doesn't mean anything has changed, and doesn't mean it will! Now get out of my way before I do something I'll regret", and with that he turned away and left. Harry smirked, and turned to the now almost gone Malfoy.
"You, having regret? You'd think that someone who puts on an air and has so much pride wouldn't regret anything. Especially with what they'd do to their worst enemy" said Harry coolly. This made Malfoy stop dead in his tracks. This is the second time today Harry has stepped up with a bold comment. Draco turned and faced him, almost looking ashamed. Ashamed of what? Harry's words had no such power as making a Malfoy, especially Draco, feel ashamed.
A/N-Ooookay, people...what'd you think? Hmm...Seems to me I can only know if you give meh REVIEWS! *:wink:* Hint, hint! Anyhow...puhleeese let me know what you like and don't like. I'll need plenty of constructive critiquing. But all flaming will be thrown away! That is all! O.o THANK YOOOOu