LATER IN THE GREAT HALL.............

Harry walked into the Great Hall to see everyone eating breakfast and receiving mail. He found Ron and Hermione each reading a copy of the Daily Prophet and drinking tea.
"Anything exciting?" asked Harry pointing to Hermione's newspaper. "No. Just the usual stuff."
Harry found himself staring into his tea.
"What' s wrong Harry?" asked Ron.
"Nothing." Harry lied. He couldn't tell them about the incident in Snape's class.
"If you need anything, I'm here." said Hermione.
"Thanks but I'm alright."
"So.. how did you guys do with your sleepings potions?" asked Hermione.
"Hmmm..... let me think, I was stuck with that great oaf Crabbe for an hour and a half. He kept calling me a red-headed pansy and constantly kicked my leg....... I did fine. How about you guys?" said Ron sarcastically.
"That Millicent is real twit. She kept jabbing my arm with her huge elbow every time I tried to add an ingredient. I had to redo the potion three times to get it right. But Harry, our experiences were mere child's play compared to yours I'm sure. Tell us, how was it working with that wanker Malfoy?" Harry suddenly started thinking about Malfoy again. He couldn't understand why all he could think about was Malfoy.
"Harry?" asked Hermione.
"Oh. Sorry. It was O.K."
"WHAT?!"said Ron and Hermione surprised.
"You had to work with Malfoy, Harry! You know, the same Malfoy that has given us hell for six years, and your saying having to work with him is O.K.?!" said Ron
"Really, Harry. Thats a bit odd. You hate Malfoy. You always have. Thats nice that you guys are getting along though." said Hermione. "Am I the only one that thinks this is weird? This is Malfoy we're talking about!"said Ron excitedly.
"Really guys, for some reason, I didn't mind working with Draco." said Harry.
" You just called Malfoy 'Draco'!! Thats it. I can't take this. Hopefully, this is all just a dream, and I'm gonna wake up any minute now. Harry and Malfoy getting along! HA!" Ron stuffed a biscuit in his mouth and marched out of the Hall.
Pretty soon, the Great Hall emptied and Harry and Hermione were the only ones left. Harry really wanted to talk to Hermione about Malfoy. "Herm?"he asked. "Yes, Harry."
"I.. umm... I'm.... going to go study for our DADA test. See you later." "O.K. If you need me, you'll know where to find me."
"In the library, I know. See you!

Harry walked down the main hallway, then went up the stairs. He really wanted to talk to Hermione. Harry took a deep breath and decided to turn around, to go downstairs to the library. He walked down the hall and was just about to turn the corner when, he bumped into Malfoy. Books lay sprawled on the ground by the two boy's feet. "Shit. Potter! You made me drop all my books!" snarled Draco. "Sorry!" Harry said defensively. The blonde bent down to pick up his books. Harry bent down to help.
"I don't need your help Potter!" Harry ignored him and picked up the remaining books lying on the ground. They both looked up, and their eyes met. Harry was in a trance. He stared into those cold, yet inviting eyes. His eyes were amazing. They were a beautiful silver blue. Harry couldn't pull himself away. Draco too, was in a trance. He stared into the boy's emerald eyes. Draco didn't know what he was feeling.... he felt happy. All he wanted was Harry at this moment. Nothing and nobody else, but Harry. Draco finally realized what was happening, and shook his head. Draco looked down and noticed that Harry's hand was on his arm. He shook off the soft, warm hand, and sneered.
"Get the fuck off me,Potter!" Harry stared at him and didn't say a word. "Dont you dare touch me again you fucking queer!" snarled Draco. The boy stormed down the hall and disappeared. Harry stood in the middle of the hall, alone. He was just about to leave, when he found a piece of folded paper lying beside his feet. He bent down, picked it up, and unfolded it hesitantly.
It was a journal entry.
Draco Malfoy's journal entry. He read the paper slowly.
"Oh my God."he said.

LATER IN THE LIBRARY......

Harry burst in the library.
"Hermione!" he yelled. Harry found Hermione curled in a corner with a huge book.
"Hermione! We need to talk...now!"
"What is it Harry?" Hermione asked on the way to the Gryffindor common room.
"I'll explain it to you in a second." he answered. They reached the portrait, said the password, and scurried through the door. No one was in the room. there was a nice fire going. Harry and Hermione both plopped into two cushy chairs by the fire.
"O.K. Harry. Now will you please tell me what on earth is going on!" asked Hermione urgently. Harry tossed her the note.
"Just read this!"
Hermione opened the note and read.

"I think I might be in love with somebody. I know, I know, Malfoys aren't supposed to love, but this is different. I think about this person all the time. I get this weird sensation everytime I see him. An electrifying shock goes through my body everytime he touches me. Yes, this person is a HE. The thing is, I'm supposed to hate this person. I've hated him ever since I met him. All of a sudden, everything is different. I look into his beautiful warm eyes and I'm happy and comfortable. I look at him and all I want is him. I look at him and I want to be with him. I want to feel his warm body against mine. I want to touch him. I want to love him more than anything.I want to be loved in return. I want him to love me and comfort me, and to always be there for me. I want this person so badly. I love him and I want him, but I don't know if I'm good enough for this person. This person is warm and whole. He is pure and clean. Unlike me. I'm not good enough for him,I'm not good enough for Harry Potter.

Hermione slowly put the paper down. She took a deep breath and said, "Wow."
"Hermione, what do I do?" asked Harry. Hermione simply answered, "I don't know." "How do you feel about this?" she added.
"I'm shocked. Herm, this is Malfoy. Malfoy loves me!" This is so weird. Don't tell Ron yet. He hates Malfoy with a passion, imagine what he'll do to him if he finds out."
"I know. I won't tell him. Geez...this is very odd."
"Tell me about it....it's disgusting!" Harry answered.
"Harry, can I ask you a question?" asked Hermione.
"Shoot." said Harry.
"Do you think you might be in love with him?" asked Hermoine. "Ummm.... said Harry. He didn't know what to say. This was the strangest question anyone had ever asked him. Harry sighed, got out of his seat and said,
" I don't know if I can take much more of this. This is too weird, not to mention gross. I'll talk to you tomorrow."
"Wait Harry!" Hermione cried. But Harry was already gone.

Harry opened the door to his dormitory and walked in. Neville, Dean, and Seamus were already asleep. Harry changed into his pajamas and slid into bed. He laid there and stared at the ceiling.
"Do you love him?"
Hemione's question rang through his mind.
"Of course I don't love him."Harry thought "He's Malfoy! The mean arrogant Malfoy that makes my life hell. The same Malfoy that has hated me since day 1.'' That's what bothered Harry the most. Malfoy had hated Harry since the first time they met back on the train. Why does Malfoy suddenly love him? Has Malfoy always loved him, and just tried to cover it up by being mean to him? All of these things ran through his mind as he drifted off to sleep.

There's Ch. 2 Ihope you liked it. plz plz continue to review! Thanx! 3 emi