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The next day was Saturday, and Harry felt no need to wear his robes. Besides, He wanted to put his plans into action, and he needed to look good for that. He scoured his wardrobe and picked out an emerald green turtleneck, to match his eyes, and a pair of semi-tight black jeans, that perfectly shaped his figure. Looking into the mirror, he realized something was just not right.
Ugh, these stupid glasses. Hey, wait! What about that potion Hermione gave me this year for my birthday? He rummaged through his trunk until he found the vial. Bright blue liquid in a tiny crystal bottle.
Hermione said this would fix my vision! Perfect! He gulped down the potion, and suddenly, it was like an electric current under his eyelids. An odd tingling sensation reached all the way to his retina, and he finally took off his glasses. Perfect vision. Crystal Clear.
He admired his reflection in the mirror. He looked good. Running a hand through his messy hair and deciding it couldn't be helped, he went down into the Gryffindor common room. Everyone stared as he walked by.
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Draco knew how hot he was already, but he still wanted to look good. For Potter? No, no way. That whole thing last night doesn't affect me at all. So what if Potter's gorgeous? Not as gorgeous as me, I might add, but still...
He carefully looked through his wardrobe, and put on a pair of baggy jeans and a tight sky blue tee. Deciding he didn't feel like gel today, he walked into the Slytherin common room. Everyone stared as he walked by.
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"Harry??" came the astonished cry of Ron, who had never realized Harry could look so good.
Harry turned to face Ron and Hermione. "Hello you two. Ready for breakfast?"
Hermione's jaw nearly dropped to the floor. Harry was so hot! How could she not have noticed it before?!?! And she was supposed to be smart! She gave Harry a stunned once-over. DAMN did he look good!
Ron, too, was stunned. Harry? Harry Potter? Is this really the scrawny near-sighted savior of the Wizarding World that he grew to know? It couldn't be! This boy was hotter than Malfoy! And THAT'S saying something.
"Uh... Guys?" Harry watched his two dumbstruck friends stare, and slowly grinned. People had finally noticed his change. "Hey, Hermione, thanks for the eyesight repairing potion. It works great! See you two in the Great Hall." He waved and walked out of Gryffindor Tower, swaying his hips ever-so slightly.
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Draco was in the Great Hall, waiting anxiously for... something. Not Potter. Definitely not Potter. No way. Nope. Don't give a damn about- all thoughts flew from his head as the person who was 'most definitely not on his mind' strolled into the Great Hall, wearing a grin that nearly resembled a trademark Malfoy smirk. Swaying his hips lightly, Potter had the eyes of every person in the room glued to him.
Oh God... Draco carefully raked his eyes over that incredibly hot body. He fought to maintain an expression of disinterest. Potter looked so damn GOOD! How?! When?! But... wow... Draco felt his body react as Potter passed close by the Slytherin table, a veritable stomach flop. And as he turned to acknowledged Draco's presence, those piercing green eyes penetrating his own, he felt his body react once again. This time a little more south. A nod and a raised eyebrow let Potter know just what he thought of his new look. Thank God his composure wasn't completely lost.
Yet.
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The raised eyebrow made Malfoy's face look cuter than ever to Harry. So he'd noticed? Or was he just wondering why he was standing there staring at him? He looked Malfoy over. The no-gel look gave him a serious look. Seriously gorgeous. The tight tee made his chest look even more toned. It nearly took Harry's breath away. Damn, he's fucking gorgeous! He fought to maintain his expression of nonchalance. He half-smiled at his new look.
"Malfoy. No gel?" He asked calmly, almost playfully. He had a feeling this plan would work out better than he had first thought it would.
Malfoy quirked a delicately arched eyebrow. "Potter. No glasses?" Harry had to smirk at that one.
"Well, I decided it was time for a change. I've changed a lot of things in the last two years." Like my age, my opinions,... oh, did I mention my sexuality?
"Same." said Malfoy. "Changes are for the better, no matter what they are. But in your case, I'm not sure that applies. Like your Quidditch skills, for example." A smirk crossed Malfoy's face as the realization hit Harry. Was HE the one watching me the other night? He smiled as he found his own witty retort.
"Or your Astrology skills? Would that be an example, Draco Never-Does-His-Homework Malfoy?" He asked, mimicking Professor Strata's high-pitched tone. He softly smiled as Draco's face melted.
"Were you-" Harry cut him off. "Were you?" he asked, countering the question, already knowing the answer.
Their eyes each searched each others, green against grey. The entire Great Hall watched what looked to them like a staring contest between two rivals, but was actually so much more.
"Harry?" A voice from behind startled both out of their minds. Harry turned to see Ron and Hermione sitting at the Gryffindor table. Both looked worried.
"See you later, Malfoy." He smirked. It looked so much like the Trademark Malfoy Smirk that Draco had to respond with one of his own. Like a secret handshake, a message was sent through those smirks. The game has only begun.
With his hips swaying lightly, Harry walked slowly toward the Gryffindor table, and out of Draco's reach.