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Chapter 7: Harry's POV
The next day, Harry woke up in a glorious daze. Everything just seemed right in the world. In the back of his head, he could practically hear the choruses of music. ("I've got sunshine, on a cloudy day. When it's cold outside, I've got the month of May....") Every time that he thought about Draco, his once arch-enemy, he felt a flutter in his stomach. At breakfast, it was Hermione who first noticed his change in disposition. "You seem happy today Harry." Hermione noted. "What, do you mean more than usual?" Harry answered innocently. "Well, yeah. Usually, you're really sour in the mornings," Hermione laughed. "Oh-uh..I'm just having a good day."
His mood was so cheery in fact that Harry didn't even mind that his first class of the day was potions. 'Hey,' he consoled himself, 'at least Draco will be there!' At this thought, Harry quickly finished his breakfast and made his way down to the dungeons. He had expected to be the first one there, but he was greatly surprised to find the object of his affection standing right before him. Harry froze, he wasn't expecting this. Inwardly, he rejoiced at his very fantasies being relived before him- Draco standing alone before him in an empty classroom. He quickly pondered the many ways this scene could pan out and they all ended up with himself and Draco being in the sac. The only problem was, Harry knew that Draco did not feel the same. After all, it was Draco Malfoy. There was no way that the Slytherin would ever consider a homosexual relationship, let alone one with Harry Potter. At this sudden revelation, Harry's heart dropped. It seemed so obvious now, that he wondered why he had ever thought otherwise. Harry had been kidding himself. It would never happen.
Draco stared at him intently, it seemed as though he were trying to figure something out. Harry stared right back, hoping to find some trace of interest in Draco's expression. He saw nothing. They had been standing like this for what seemed like whole minutes before Harry thought to speak. Despite his strong desire to let go of everything and throw himself on Draco, Harry's instincts overpowered him and he blurted out the first insult that came to mind. "You know Malfoy, if I didn't know any better, I'd say you were just checking me out." Draco appeared genuinely surprised. But quickly, his expression became harsh. "Oh fuck off, Potter." "Such harsh words Draco..And I thought you loved me." Harry made a sad face, expecting Draco to retort with some clever insult. But that was not what happened. Instead, Draco raised his eyebrow in surprise. Confused, Harry tried to go over his last statement in his mind. 'I don't get it, where's bad?' he thought. When Draco said nothing further, Harry childishly blurted out "What? What is it?" Draco smiled deviously. "Draco? Since when are we on a first name basis, Harry?" (He made a show of stressing the word "Harry.")
Almost immediately, Harry knew his mistake. He quickly tried to think of some means of salvaging the situation but there was nothing for it. Before he could find some clever comeback, Snape stormed into the dungeon. "There will be no fighting this morning, gentlemen," he growled, "Take your seats and refrain from whatever juvenile argument you were having." Harry opened his mouth to say something clever but decided he should not get on Snape's bad side today. He seemed especially PMS'ey. Sadly, he sidled over to his usual desk and sank into his seat. The euphoria of the morning had already subsided. All he was left with was the pain of being hurt by Draco, and the annoyance that the Slytherin had won yet another argument. He then knew that he had been kidding himself when he ever thought today would be a good day.
That's it, sorry, another short chapter. If you want me to write more then review. I need the feedback. Review, review, review, thank you!
A/N: Some people reviewed my last chapter. Thank you everyone!
Chapter 7: Harry's POV
The next day, Harry woke up in a glorious daze. Everything just seemed right in the world. In the back of his head, he could practically hear the choruses of music. ("I've got sunshine, on a cloudy day. When it's cold outside, I've got the month of May....") Every time that he thought about Draco, his once arch-enemy, he felt a flutter in his stomach. At breakfast, it was Hermione who first noticed his change in disposition. "You seem happy today Harry." Hermione noted. "What, do you mean more than usual?" Harry answered innocently. "Well, yeah. Usually, you're really sour in the mornings," Hermione laughed. "Oh-uh..I'm just having a good day."
His mood was so cheery in fact that Harry didn't even mind that his first class of the day was potions. 'Hey,' he consoled himself, 'at least Draco will be there!' At this thought, Harry quickly finished his breakfast and made his way down to the dungeons. He had expected to be the first one there, but he was greatly surprised to find the object of his affection standing right before him. Harry froze, he wasn't expecting this. Inwardly, he rejoiced at his very fantasies being relived before him- Draco standing alone before him in an empty classroom. He quickly pondered the many ways this scene could pan out and they all ended up with himself and Draco being in the sac. The only problem was, Harry knew that Draco did not feel the same. After all, it was Draco Malfoy. There was no way that the Slytherin would ever consider a homosexual relationship, let alone one with Harry Potter. At this sudden revelation, Harry's heart dropped. It seemed so obvious now, that he wondered why he had ever thought otherwise. Harry had been kidding himself. It would never happen.
Draco stared at him intently, it seemed as though he were trying to figure something out. Harry stared right back, hoping to find some trace of interest in Draco's expression. He saw nothing. They had been standing like this for what seemed like whole minutes before Harry thought to speak. Despite his strong desire to let go of everything and throw himself on Draco, Harry's instincts overpowered him and he blurted out the first insult that came to mind. "You know Malfoy, if I didn't know any better, I'd say you were just checking me out." Draco appeared genuinely surprised. But quickly, his expression became harsh. "Oh fuck off, Potter." "Such harsh words Draco..And I thought you loved me." Harry made a sad face, expecting Draco to retort with some clever insult. But that was not what happened. Instead, Draco raised his eyebrow in surprise. Confused, Harry tried to go over his last statement in his mind. 'I don't get it, where's bad?' he thought. When Draco said nothing further, Harry childishly blurted out "What? What is it?" Draco smiled deviously. "Draco? Since when are we on a first name basis, Harry?" (He made a show of stressing the word "Harry.")
Almost immediately, Harry knew his mistake. He quickly tried to think of some means of salvaging the situation but there was nothing for it. Before he could find some clever comeback, Snape stormed into the dungeon. "There will be no fighting this morning, gentlemen," he growled, "Take your seats and refrain from whatever juvenile argument you were having." Harry opened his mouth to say something clever but decided he should not get on Snape's bad side today. He seemed especially PMS'ey. Sadly, he sidled over to his usual desk and sank into his seat. The euphoria of the morning had already subsided. All he was left with was the pain of being hurt by Draco, and the annoyance that the Slytherin had won yet another argument. He then knew that he had been kidding himself when he ever thought today would be a good day.
That's it, sorry, another short chapter. If you want me to write more then review. I need the feedback. Review, review, review, thank you!