Chapter Two

"Well now that you are all done we can go ahead and show everybody our portraits!" Trelawney proclaimed. "Dean show your picture of Blaise."

Dean walked to the front of the class and pulled out the portrait of Blaise. The class was whispering to each other, Dean was a good artist and everyone wanted to see his painting. Dean showed the class his picture. It was perfect, but somehow Draco thought it lacked emotion. He glanced at Potter who was looking puzzled over the picture. Draco half-smiled and shook his head slightly.

"Okay now Blaise."

Harry spaced out not looking at the pictures, thinking about his own portrait. Malfoy probably did a really bad job that's why he wouldn't let Harry look at it. He probably couldn't draw worth-

"Potter!" Malfoy hissed. "It's your turn, idiot."

"Whatever Malfoy." Harry replied coolly

Harry went and took out his portrait. He looked to the ground, hearing more whispering among the other students. He glanced up and noticed everyone was looking at him, the painting, and then Malfoy. Harry blushed putting the portrait away. He looked up and caught Malfoy's eye before he looked away and returned to his seat.

Draco gulped softly as he carefully pulled the picture out. His heart was pounding. He kept thinking they'll figure it, I put too much- He turned around and showed everyone his portrait careful to keep his face cold and body completely still. He did not look at Harry, he couldn't.

Harry gasped as he looked at it. It was him of course, but Draco had made sure to keep the scar faint, only barely visible beneath his hair, not bright red whenever anyone else drew him. Harry remembered feeling really uncomfortable under Malfoy's study. His portrait was shy, looking up quickly before gazing away, his cheeks slightly pink. Harry felt his own pain and discomfort in the portrait. How Malfoy knew he felt that, how did Malfoy paint him so, so vulnerable. Harry looked up and saw Malfoy's stony face, but then he noticed Malfoy biting the corner of his lips almost unconsciously.

Draco felt Potter's gaze and bit his lip, but only enough to still be unnoticeable. He heard dead silence in the room. He moved to put it away in the portfolio when someone yelled out.

"Malfoy has a crush on Potter!"

Malfoy froze, he felt his face heat up and his breath caught. His fingers shook slightly as he closed the portfolio. He turned around to see Pansy sniggering softly. He glared at Pansy, not realizing he was still blushing bright pink and said in a trembling voice.

"Shut your mouth you b-bitch."

Everyone had thought that Malfoy liked Pansy, and hearing this come from Malfoy's mouth and by the way Malfoy was so flustered by her statement, they knew Pansy had to be right. Malfoy did like Harry! Everybody started talking all at once. Ron was enraged, Malfoy fancying Harry. Malfoy wouldn't touch Harry; he'd make sure of it. Ron strode up in front of Malfoy and drew him up by the collar.

"You touch one hair on him, and I will kill you, you hear?" Ron spat.

"RON!" Harry yelled.

Everyone looked at Harry, who was now blushing with all the attention. Harry walked up to Malfoy, no, Draco.

"Um, is Pansy telling the truth?" Harry said softly, blushing even more.

Draco glanced at Harry and then to the floor, "It is." Draco almost whispered.

Harry's breath caught. "Oh." he said simply.

Draco looked down at the floor avoiding Harry's and anyone else's gaze.

"Um... class dismissed." Trelawney said.