"Goyle, what ARE you staring at?" snapped Malfoy.
Goyle blushed and ran out of the Great Hall. Malfoy stared after him, confused. He turned to his other side-kick, Crabbe, and was surprised to see him look away, blushing.
"Crabbe?" Crabbe giggled and ran out, after Goyle.
Malfoy's eyes followed Crabbe's bulbous behind as he exited the Great Hall. Just as Malfoy's mind was back on the copy of the Daily Prophet, he noticed the most peculiar thing. Every boy in the Great Hall had their wide eye's on him, even that annoyingly fascinating Harry Potter. His face a picture of confusion and suspicion, Malfoy cautiously rose from his seat and walked away, with every intention of retiring in the common room. Unknown to him, every set of testosterone driven eyes were on his bottom.
* * * * * * * * * *
Draco slumped into the large leather chair, mind wandering to what had just happened in the great hall. His minds eye was fixed on Harry's face. Over the last few years, Draco had aquired somewhat of an obsession with his enemy. What first started off as pure loathing had somehow turned to fascinated.....what? *Love?* Draco snorted. *Ha!* That'll be the day. Yet he couldnt get the Gryffindor out of his head. *Damn Harry Potter*. Draco paced the common room, fighting to be rid of thoughts of Potter. But he couldnt, so he decided to go for a nice long walk.
* * * * * * * * * *
The head of every 6th year boy he passed turned on his way to the grounds. *This is starting to get annoying.* His boots crunched the cold ground as he made his way to the lake. He saw Jamie Bellstrowe, a 6th year Ravenclaw sitting by the waters edge, visibly freezing.
"Alright, Bellstrowe?" Draco said as he approached the boy. He had Jamie had always been on good terms. This time however, Jamie looked startled, and blushed, just like Crabbe and Goyle had done.
"D...Draco....hello.."
Draco glanced sideways at the boy, then walked over to join him. He crouched, and was about to engage him in conversation about the last game of Wizards Chess Draco had beaten him at when Jamie stood up quickly. Draco, surprised, stood up too, facing him.
"What's wrong with YOU?" Draco enquired.
"I....I...."
"You....you....what? Come on Bellstrowe spit it out. I've got better things to do than hang around here listening to your ramblings."
"I....love.....you."
Draco stared at Jamie, striken. "Bugger off, Jamie you great prat!" He sneered. *Just a joke*
"No, I mean it Draco..." Jamie said, taking a step towards the startled Slytherin.
Draco was lost for words. For the first time in his life, he had nothing to say. No cutting remark, no nasty wittisism, nothing. All he could do was stare.
"You probably don't beleive me....but its true." Jamie continued, taking another step towards Draco, who now had to step back to avoid their noses touching.
"Ye...yeh right. Good one Bellstrowe." Draco managed. He forced an amused sneer.
Draco's frown deepened as Jamie looked upset. *Is this pillock telling the truth?*
"Why don't you believe me?" Jamie asked, staring at the ground.
*Good God, I don't think he's kidding.* Draco thought in horror. "Er, I'll see you later, Bellstrowe.
* * * * * * * * * *
Draco hurried back to the Slytherin common room, his insides shaking. He noticed again that every 6th year boy stared. *What in the name of eveything sacred is going on???*
After what seemed like hours Draco was finally stalking up the stairs to the boys dormitory. He threw himself into the room and slammed the door, arms leaning on the pannels. He rested his head on the door, panting. *I have GOT to get to the bottom of this*
"Draco." A voice interrupted him.
*Oh bloody hell*
He turned, reluctantly. It was Goyle, standing uncomfortably close. Draco shifted.
"What is it Goyle?" he asked, irritably.
"Draco, I need to tell you something...."
"What?" He asked, though he wasn't entirely sure he wanted to know.
"I've had these feelings over the past...well I don't know....they seem t have developed into.....I mean to say, I..."
"You love me?"
Goyle's face brightened. "How did you know?"
Draco's face darkened. He sighed. "Call it a hunch."
Goyle looked sheepishly to the floor. "Do you....love me?"
"Love YOU?" Draco let out a cruel laugh. "No I don't love you!"
The sheepish smile dropped from Goyle's face. He looked Draco straight in the eyes and inched closer. Both boys had now straightened themselves to a taller stance. Draco didn't know whether Goyle was going to punch him or cry. It was the latter, Draco witnessed with a mixture of relief and mild distaste
"I can't handle this." Draco announced as he stroped out of the dorm.
Goyle blushed and ran out of the Great Hall. Malfoy stared after him, confused. He turned to his other side-kick, Crabbe, and was surprised to see him look away, blushing.
"Crabbe?" Crabbe giggled and ran out, after Goyle.
Malfoy's eyes followed Crabbe's bulbous behind as he exited the Great Hall. Just as Malfoy's mind was back on the copy of the Daily Prophet, he noticed the most peculiar thing. Every boy in the Great Hall had their wide eye's on him, even that annoyingly fascinating Harry Potter. His face a picture of confusion and suspicion, Malfoy cautiously rose from his seat and walked away, with every intention of retiring in the common room. Unknown to him, every set of testosterone driven eyes were on his bottom.
* * * * * * * * * *
Draco slumped into the large leather chair, mind wandering to what had just happened in the great hall. His minds eye was fixed on Harry's face. Over the last few years, Draco had aquired somewhat of an obsession with his enemy. What first started off as pure loathing had somehow turned to fascinated.....what? *Love?* Draco snorted. *Ha!* That'll be the day. Yet he couldnt get the Gryffindor out of his head. *Damn Harry Potter*. Draco paced the common room, fighting to be rid of thoughts of Potter. But he couldnt, so he decided to go for a nice long walk.
* * * * * * * * * *
The head of every 6th year boy he passed turned on his way to the grounds. *This is starting to get annoying.* His boots crunched the cold ground as he made his way to the lake. He saw Jamie Bellstrowe, a 6th year Ravenclaw sitting by the waters edge, visibly freezing.
"Alright, Bellstrowe?" Draco said as he approached the boy. He had Jamie had always been on good terms. This time however, Jamie looked startled, and blushed, just like Crabbe and Goyle had done.
"D...Draco....hello.."
Draco glanced sideways at the boy, then walked over to join him. He crouched, and was about to engage him in conversation about the last game of Wizards Chess Draco had beaten him at when Jamie stood up quickly. Draco, surprised, stood up too, facing him.
"What's wrong with YOU?" Draco enquired.
"I....I...."
"You....you....what? Come on Bellstrowe spit it out. I've got better things to do than hang around here listening to your ramblings."
"I....love.....you."
Draco stared at Jamie, striken. "Bugger off, Jamie you great prat!" He sneered. *Just a joke*
"No, I mean it Draco..." Jamie said, taking a step towards the startled Slytherin.
Draco was lost for words. For the first time in his life, he had nothing to say. No cutting remark, no nasty wittisism, nothing. All he could do was stare.
"You probably don't beleive me....but its true." Jamie continued, taking another step towards Draco, who now had to step back to avoid their noses touching.
"Ye...yeh right. Good one Bellstrowe." Draco managed. He forced an amused sneer.
Draco's frown deepened as Jamie looked upset. *Is this pillock telling the truth?*
"Why don't you believe me?" Jamie asked, staring at the ground.
*Good God, I don't think he's kidding.* Draco thought in horror. "Er, I'll see you later, Bellstrowe.
* * * * * * * * * *
Draco hurried back to the Slytherin common room, his insides shaking. He noticed again that every 6th year boy stared. *What in the name of eveything sacred is going on???*
After what seemed like hours Draco was finally stalking up the stairs to the boys dormitory. He threw himself into the room and slammed the door, arms leaning on the pannels. He rested his head on the door, panting. *I have GOT to get to the bottom of this*
"Draco." A voice interrupted him.
*Oh bloody hell*
He turned, reluctantly. It was Goyle, standing uncomfortably close. Draco shifted.
"What is it Goyle?" he asked, irritably.
"Draco, I need to tell you something...."
"What?" He asked, though he wasn't entirely sure he wanted to know.
"I've had these feelings over the past...well I don't know....they seem t have developed into.....I mean to say, I..."
"You love me?"
Goyle's face brightened. "How did you know?"
Draco's face darkened. He sighed. "Call it a hunch."
Goyle looked sheepishly to the floor. "Do you....love me?"
"Love YOU?" Draco let out a cruel laugh. "No I don't love you!"
The sheepish smile dropped from Goyle's face. He looked Draco straight in the eyes and inched closer. Both boys had now straightened themselves to a taller stance. Draco didn't know whether Goyle was going to punch him or cry. It was the latter, Draco witnessed with a mixture of relief and mild distaste
"I can't handle this." Draco announced as he stroped out of the dorm.
