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A/N This story is half serious, half not. Please decide which half for yourself.

Draco's Crush

Chapter 1: "You think you're so pretty, don't you?"

Draco wandered the castle, ravaged from lust. He wandered through the silent stone hallways of Hogwarts, never ceasing, briefly glancing though each of the arrow slit windows for a glimpse, just a glimpse, of the owner of his heart.

But Harry Potter was nowhere to be seen.

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The next day, following the previous night, Draco struggled to awaken, reluctant to greet the insistent beams of sunlight on his face. For what is the point, when one is unloved?

He ignored all attempts that Vincent, Gregory and Blaise made at engaging him in conversation, and positively ran howling from the common room to breakfast at the looming sight of Pansy Parkinson.

Draco entered the Great Hall that morning, for the first time in his life, alone.

He looked over to the opposite side of the hall, and caught the briefest of grins before he was accosted by Blaise.

"Drake! Snap out of it, man!" Blaise banged his cutlery on the table, in front of Draco's nose.

Draco would not and could not snap out of anything. How could his heart have betrayed him like this? Leaving his mind to stutter along in its wake! How could he have fallen in love with Harry Potter?

How could I have fallen in love with the one person that will never love me back?

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Harry was appalled at himself. Did I just grin at Draco Malfoy? Luckily Ron had been preoccupied in an argument with Hermione about exactly how disgusting Professor Snape really was.

"I swear I saw him picking his nose," insisted Ron, munching on his bacon.

"Ew, that's disgusting!" admonished Hermione. "Well, I saw him scratching his arse."

"So? Everyone does that," Ron dismissed. "Except you," he added, at the look on Hermione's face.

Harry privately thought that Professor Severus Snape was rather sexy. Although Harry had served detention with Snape so often and had gutted so many indescribable creatures that he supposed anyone would start to look sexy next to them.

Harry noticed the sexy way that Malfoy lifted his fork. He mentally slapped himself.

Parvati Patil, Harry's girlfriend, sat down next to him. Half a foot away, of course. Her father had a spell on her so if she did anything with a boy then Mister Patil would know about it. Harry smiled nervously.

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The Boy Who Lived for Christ's sakes! Could I not have picked anyone else?

Draco had first realised his feelings yesterday in Care of Magical Creatures, a which, unfortunately, the Slytherins still served along with the Gryffindors. Draco cursed himself for ever taking that .

They were studying unicorns again. Hagrid had offered a ride on one of the beasts, (even though everyone knows how nearly impossible it is to mount a unicorn!) so of course, Potter had done it. The winged unicorn had taken flight, gliding and soaring above the Hogwarts grounds, which was when Draco had been struck like a bolt of lightening by how unbelievably graceful the Gryffindor had appeared.

His black hair had been ruffled and quickly, when Harry had swooped right by the , Draco had looked in to those green eyes and seen something of an indefinable beauty--

Draco snapped out of his reverie. But of course.

He had a crush. He had never had a crush before, because everyone had always just had a crush on him so of course he couldn't have known what it felt like. Draco had never desired anyone, until now.

And it wasn't really hard to see why. Draco looked around the Potions dungeon and decided that no one really compared to the way Potter held himself, proud and defiant, the strong bone structure of his face, his thick, lustrous black hair or the way his eyes creased happily when he smiled. Draco was amused that Potter, that common, jumped-up piece of wizarding trash, could be so damned attractive, really.

He smirked.

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Harry spilt too much Spine of Lion Fish into his Uplifting potion, having been disconcerted at the sight of Malfoy cackling evilly over his own potion. Harry wondered what was so funny, and whether Malfoy was not really concocting some kind of poison for him.

He wiped the sweat off his brow. He turned to notice Ron anxiously checking his ingredients list, and searching his robes and pockets for something which was not there.

"Lost something?" Harry said.

"We were supposed to add the sugar after we boiled the potion," said Ron feverishly, "it was in a pot, but I think I knocked it into the cauldron by accident!"

Hermione, his partner, tutted impatiently. "Why the heck do I work with you Ron?"

Ron scowled.

Harry was working with Seamus Finnigan. The golden haired Irish boy was so uplifting that Harry doubted he would have any use for his potion when this was done.

He laughed at Seamus, who was pretending that the hedgehog heart was his own and letting it flop to the floor.

Seamus had been distracting him from so many things that he did not want to remember lately, and Harry was extremely grateful to him. Hermione and Ron always wanted him to talk about things - or at least Hermione did - and though he knew it was because they cared, he fucking wasn't ready. Harry hummed as he added sugar to his cauldron.

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Draco, partnering Blaise ("Fine! I'll take the potion if you pay me a galleon!") Zabini, noticed Potter laughing and joking with Finnigan in annoyance.

How dare he not be gazing wistfully at me!

Blond-haired Draco turned around and glared fiercely at Lavender Brown, one girl who in fact was gazing wistfully at him.

But then again, why wouldn't she? I am gorgeous. He glared at her some more so that she was sure to know he was out of her league.

No one is out of MY league! Not even Potter!

Draco calmed down and considered the thought.

So he had continually insulted Potter for six years, and tried to get everyone he loved tried and executed. What if this time Draco figured that they could just put the past behind them, and, besides, Potter had never been all that pleasant in return.

Draco thought back to his first train journey to Hogwarts, when he had extended the hand of friendship towards Harry Potter and had been utterly and most humiliatingly rejected. For that Weasley scum even.

He couldn't believe that he was actually considering the possibility of going out with someone who had done that to him.

He couldn't believe that it didn't make a difference, as he still wanted Potter.

What the hell.

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Everybody was filing out of potions, and like many of the others Harry was on a high. He had volunteered to take his and Seamus's potion (giggle) and of course the Spine of Lion Fished had messed it up. He had kissed Pansy Parkinson on the lips just seconds before, to furious stares from her boyfriend, Crabbe, and oddly enough Malfoy. Guess there's some kind of love triangle there.

Harry giggled again.

"Alright mate?" said Ron cheerfully. He had an arm around both Harry and Hermione. Apparently the potion had not been by affected Ron's accident.

Hermione complained that Ron was strangling her. Ron kissed her.

Harry was capering around the dungeons when he banged into Malfoy.

"Watch it -Potter." Malfoy's grey eyes flickered.

"Leave him alone, Malfoy," warned Seamus. "Does he look like he's in a state to fight?"

"I don't want to fight," stated Malfoy slowly, sneering in annoyance. Harry grinned at Malfoy. Malfoy grinned back. Everybody grinned.

"You look evil today, Draco," commented Harry. Very sexy.

"Your hair looks almost brushed," Draco replied. Don't you dare touch it!

"You think you're so pretty, don't you?" I agree with you.

"I think you're very pretty too, Harry," Draco confessed. He watched with suppressed glee as the surrounding Gryffindors and Slytherins gawped at him.

Ron and Hermione led Harry away, each holding on to an arm. "Bye, Draco!" Harry called over his shoulder.

"See you around, Harry," murmured Draco to himself.