Draco Malfoy was the reigning Prince of Hogwart's High. All of the girls' loved him, and al the boys wanted to be his friend.
He strutted down the hallway, and waved to his friends as he passed. He continued to wave at people when he bumped into someone. He was screaming before he knew who he hit.
" Watch where you're going idiot," Draco stooped to pick up his books.
" Sorry," the boy mumbled as he began picking up his books, and looked up at Draco with bright, emerald-green eyes," but you ran into me."
Draco stared into the boy's eyes, and he could've sworn he knew him, even though he had never seen him before.
" Do I know you from somewhere?" Draco asked slowly as he stood up.
" No, I don't think so. You never talk to me or my friends," the boy turned around and walked the opposite direction.
" Wait, what's your name?" Draco called after him.
" Harry Potter."
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Harry made his way to the art, while talking about his encounter with "the Prince" to his friend, Hermoine,
" Okay, so he ran into you?" Hermoine said as she ran a hand through her bushy, brown hair.
" Yeah, and we both dropped our books."
" Did he even say sorry?" Hermoine began to put her books in her locker.
" No, but he did ask for my name," Harry pretended to faint as he grabbed his sketch book and color pencils.
" Maybe he'll talk to you now," Hermoine looked at her friend and smiled, a faraway look in her eyes.
Hermoine had always wanted to be popular, as long as Harry had known her, and she wasn't that bad looking.
(a/n: I know, Hermoine's a little out of character)
But she stuck by her friends, and Harry was all but popular.
" Who knows? Maybe we'll become best friends and have sleepovers," Harry said sarcastically as s he kissed her forehead," Have a good day, Hermi."
" You too, nerd."
Harry walked into the art room, smelling of turpentine and glue. He took his regular table towards the back, and began to draw.
He never knew what he would draw, his hand just took over. He wouldn't know what he was drawing until he was through.
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Draco's mind kept drifting back to Harry, and his beautiful eyes. His shaggy, black hair fell just below his eyes, and his glasses were black-rimmed, and suited him.
" How could I have not meet him," Draco wondered aloud," I know everyone."
" Who don't you know?" Pansy Parkinson, the "head" cheerleader, for more reasons than one, asked as she ran her hand down his chest.
" Tell me more about Harry," Draco took her hand from his chest with a disarming smile.
" Well…he's not popular. He's an artist and he plays guitar. I've heard he sings really good," Pansy batted her eyelashes as she spoke," how come you don't like me anymore?"
" It was just one night."
" But I've loved you since the 6th grade," she said as tears filled her eyes.
" I'm sorry," Draco kissed her cheek,' but I'm not the guy for you,' he walked to his car, and drove home.
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Harry heard the bell ring, but he stayed in the art room anyway, like he usually did. He was putting the finishing touches on the picture he was drawing.
His hand reached for pale yellow, and icy blue. Red for the robes, and gold, for something which he couldn't make out.
He glanced down to see what he was coloring, and it was none other than Draco Malfoy.
He was dressed like a King, or rather, a Prince. The drawing was very detailed, like he had been there before.
The he saw something that really freaked him out: he was in it , too.
He was dressed in a long green robe, silver and gold moons glittering on the dark green fabric. He was bowing, as if he had just finished doing a trick.
His eyes drew shut, and a memory began to form inn his mind. The Prince had summoned him, and he felt butterflies forming in his stomach.
Partly because he was nervous about his magic, and partly because he was going to see Prince Draco.
With his pale blonde hair, and icy blue eyes. His lightly tinted pink lips were perfect, but his rank was far from Harry's own.
He walked into the throne room, whose ceiling has been enchanted to look like the sky outside the castle, with stars and clouds.
" Nice job on the ceiling, Harry," Draco smiled as he pointed to the sky.
" Thank you , Prince Draco," he bowed.
" Call me Draco.
" Thank you, Draco," Harry said, surprised at how easily he adjusted to the change.
" Could you meet me in the observatory at midnight?"
" Yes," Harry's lips quivered as he answered.
" Good. See you then, love."
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Harry snapped out of his trance, and looked at his reflection in the window, to find his face flushed.
" That's the last time I will ever eat the school's Jell-O again," Harry picked up his things and left the art room.
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