A/n: I DON'T OWN THE CHARACTERS! NO SUEAGE!
Rated: PG-13 for mild swearing..though eventually the rating may go up o.o
HP/DM
No Flames! You Knew this was a Slash, you don't like it, don't read it. It's that simple.
Thanks to:
Lillys-black-robes my-dark-matierials Goldengirl2 ciceronian AngelKitty me KraziKrysti CarlyHP and Angel_wit_an_attitude for reviewing!!!
Yes, eventually it'll get spicier...im just writing it sort of slow at the moment...o.o..and im planning on typing/posting at least one chapter a day, so yeah, look back whenever for updates.
And if you have any questions, review and I'll try and answer them in the next chapter!
And...ON TO THE STORY! O.o
Potions Class
Draco's P.o.V.
Gods he was so perfect. That dark black hair was so untidy..as always. Those bright, emerald green eyes were staring at Snape, pretending to pay attention. There was something else on his mind though. His beautiful face was slightly read, and his eyes were a bit swollen from crying...or that's what it looked like he had been doing. I watched his two best friends, Hermione and Ron, look at him worriedly....And I knew that after class, they would fawn over him, and make absolutely sure that he was alright. I wished with all my heart that I could be one of them, that I could be the one to make sure he was happy. I wished...
"Mr. Malfoy! What Is the potion that I have been talking about all class, while you were clearly not paying attention?" Snape snapped, catching me staring at Harry..and throwing my dream out of my mind.
He perked up. I grinned, knowing that he had once used it to turn into my two...well..more of side-kicks than best friends. Those two were too stupid to do anything right. And they wouldn't stand by me in the face of danger, I knew that much...
"Mr. Malfoy, I would like an answer sometime this millenia." Snape said, obviously getting impatient.
"That, sir, Would be.." I paused as if I didn't know the answer, earning myself a look from Snape that seemed almost murderous. "The Polyjuice potion."
"Correct." Snape looked so surprised that I had correctly guessed the answer when I had so obviously not been paying attention, that he immediately rewarded Slytherin with 10 extra points.
I went back to studying him, re-memorizing each perfect detail about him. His perfect eyes, greener than emeralds, or leaves on a spring day..His perfect, pink lips for some reason breaking into a smile when I correctly guessed the answer..That perfect body..and the perfect way his black robes clung to all the right places. He was so perfect...but he didn't realize it. That, in my opinion, was his best quality. He was constantly glorified for his perfection, and for his accomplishments...his battles with Voldemort and so forth..And yet all he said was that everything he had done was pure luck...and he wasn't all that perfect.
I turned my attention back to class just in time to hear: "20 inches of parchment on the properties of the Polyjuice Potion, due next class. You are dismissed!"
I gathered my books, and carefully shoved them into my bag. I slung said bag over my shoulder and walked quickly out of the room..though I wanted nothing more than to just stay there and wait for Him. I actually did, though when I saw him, I started to walk away, off to my own common room. After taking a few steps however, I felt a hand on my arm, and heard that gorgeous voice that had grown so deep since our first year..
"Good answer, Malfoy."
I spun around as quickly as I could without falling flat on my face and stared into those eyes. His hand seemed to be burning on my arm, and for a few seconds, I couldn't even think of what to say. But before I could actually think of something good to say..
"Don't touch me Potter. You're worse than MudBlood Granger and Weasle put together. Hell, you're worse than all mudbloods, along with muggles. How can you stand being near them? Maybe its because you lived with the muggles so long....Or maybe being around such...I don't even know what...people reminds you of your mother before she DIED."
The pain, that pain that I had caused was so plainly visible in his eyes, that I myself almost cried. Without any reply, he turned on his heel and ran off. Hermione followed him, though Ron stayed behind for a moment, only to say
"You F***ing bastard...You Bloody f***ing GIT! Just because you're in Slytherin doesn't make you better than he is. Doesn't make you any better than Moine or I either."
He followed Hermione and Harry, leaving me to whisper helpless words of I love you in Harry's direction. Goyle and Crabbe laughed stupidly, like the bloody gits that they were.
"Shut up you two. Go find something to shove in your bloody mouths before my fist finds its way there itself."
They both shut up, and left, allowing me to run off to get changed for Quidditch myself...knowing where I would be going that night. I had to visit that mirror again..to tell him..even if only his reflection, how sorry I really was...and what my true feelings for him were.
A/N: 3rd chapter typed. Woot...Ok, im still working on getting as many of these posted as I can...and ill probably get up to five posted by...er...Sunday maybe. Then you get to give me ideas! But you have to wait til I have five posted.
Please be nice when Reviewing..I don't Like Flames...
Read and Review PLEASE! o.o
HP/DM
No Flames! You Knew this was a Slash, you don't like it, don't read it. It's that simple.
Thanks to:
Lillys-black-robes my-dark-matierials Goldengirl2 ciceronian AngelKitty me KraziKrysti CarlyHP and Angel_wit_an_attitude for reviewing!!!
Yes, eventually it'll get spicier...im just writing it sort of slow at the moment...o.o..and im planning on typing/posting at least one chapter a day, so yeah, look back whenever for updates.
And if you have any questions, review and I'll try and answer them in the next chapter!
And...ON TO THE STORY! O.o
Potions Class
Draco's P.o.V.
Gods he was so perfect. That dark black hair was so untidy..as always. Those bright, emerald green eyes were staring at Snape, pretending to pay attention. There was something else on his mind though. His beautiful face was slightly read, and his eyes were a bit swollen from crying...or that's what it looked like he had been doing. I watched his two best friends, Hermione and Ron, look at him worriedly....And I knew that after class, they would fawn over him, and make absolutely sure that he was alright. I wished with all my heart that I could be one of them, that I could be the one to make sure he was happy. I wished...
"Mr. Malfoy! What Is the potion that I have been talking about all class, while you were clearly not paying attention?" Snape snapped, catching me staring at Harry..and throwing my dream out of my mind.
He perked up. I grinned, knowing that he had once used it to turn into my two...well..more of side-kicks than best friends. Those two were too stupid to do anything right. And they wouldn't stand by me in the face of danger, I knew that much...
"Mr. Malfoy, I would like an answer sometime this millenia." Snape said, obviously getting impatient.
"That, sir, Would be.." I paused as if I didn't know the answer, earning myself a look from Snape that seemed almost murderous. "The Polyjuice potion."
"Correct." Snape looked so surprised that I had correctly guessed the answer when I had so obviously not been paying attention, that he immediately rewarded Slytherin with 10 extra points.
I went back to studying him, re-memorizing each perfect detail about him. His perfect eyes, greener than emeralds, or leaves on a spring day..His perfect, pink lips for some reason breaking into a smile when I correctly guessed the answer..That perfect body..and the perfect way his black robes clung to all the right places. He was so perfect...but he didn't realize it. That, in my opinion, was his best quality. He was constantly glorified for his perfection, and for his accomplishments...his battles with Voldemort and so forth..And yet all he said was that everything he had done was pure luck...and he wasn't all that perfect.
I turned my attention back to class just in time to hear: "20 inches of parchment on the properties of the Polyjuice Potion, due next class. You are dismissed!"
I gathered my books, and carefully shoved them into my bag. I slung said bag over my shoulder and walked quickly out of the room..though I wanted nothing more than to just stay there and wait for Him. I actually did, though when I saw him, I started to walk away, off to my own common room. After taking a few steps however, I felt a hand on my arm, and heard that gorgeous voice that had grown so deep since our first year..
"Good answer, Malfoy."
I spun around as quickly as I could without falling flat on my face and stared into those eyes. His hand seemed to be burning on my arm, and for a few seconds, I couldn't even think of what to say. But before I could actually think of something good to say..
"Don't touch me Potter. You're worse than MudBlood Granger and Weasle put together. Hell, you're worse than all mudbloods, along with muggles. How can you stand being near them? Maybe its because you lived with the muggles so long....Or maybe being around such...I don't even know what...people reminds you of your mother before she DIED."
The pain, that pain that I had caused was so plainly visible in his eyes, that I myself almost cried. Without any reply, he turned on his heel and ran off. Hermione followed him, though Ron stayed behind for a moment, only to say
"You F***ing bastard...You Bloody f***ing GIT! Just because you're in Slytherin doesn't make you better than he is. Doesn't make you any better than Moine or I either."
He followed Hermione and Harry, leaving me to whisper helpless words of I love you in Harry's direction. Goyle and Crabbe laughed stupidly, like the bloody gits that they were.
"Shut up you two. Go find something to shove in your bloody mouths before my fist finds its way there itself."
They both shut up, and left, allowing me to run off to get changed for Quidditch myself...knowing where I would be going that night. I had to visit that mirror again..to tell him..even if only his reflection, how sorry I really was...and what my true feelings for him were.
A/N: 3rd chapter typed. Woot...Ok, im still working on getting as many of these posted as I can...and ill probably get up to five posted by...er...Sunday maybe. Then you get to give me ideas! But you have to wait til I have five posted.
Please be nice when Reviewing..I don't Like Flames...
Read and Review PLEASE! o.o