Third story: The other front is silent

Harry realised, while they went back to the library, teasing Ron about the potions homework that he printed one of the stories they found. "Oh no!", he gasped and Ron and Hermione turned intrigued towards him. "What's up, Harry?"

"I forgot I printed one story out and we left it by the printer!"

"Don't exaggerate – who would take it?" Ron questioned Harry's fears.

They entered the library and stepped to the computer. A terrified expression showed on Harry's face and slightly panicked he started to search for the story around the printer, under the table, around the whole place. "No…" whispered Hermione. "It's not gone, is it?"
Ron watched his friend's behaviour quite amused: "Who could've taken it?" Hermione glanced over to Ron and he felt uncomfortable. "Why do you stare at me, 'Mione?" His voice sounded irritated. Harry got up and stared at Ron, too. "Oh… no! No. no, no. I don't have it. I did NOT take it!" He tried to convince his friends. "Eh. Ron is right. He hasn't taken it, 'Mione." "Sure?" she still doubted.
"He has been the whole bunch of time with us – did you notice any kind of paper? And when we left it was still here, right?" He pointed at the desk. Hermione sighed. "Yes, you're right. Of course. Sorry, Ron. But I thought, maybe you. You thought about the stories and how to use them against HIM that I was quite convinced… "
"You know, 'Mione, you don't have to explain yourself."

Draco sat above the story.

"What's this stuff about?" Pansy entered the room –without knocking. "First of all it's none of your business, second who invited you to come into my room and third to join me?" Draco shot her an angry look. Pansy grimaced. "Thanks, Draco. I thought we were kind of… a couple, you know." And offended she left the room. "We're no couple… we're, but till Potter appeared." Draco mumbled again in the story.

After a few minutes other Slytherins heard a laugh in Malfoy's room. "Wonderful. Potter-attractive???" Draco gave a snort. "Draco felt attracted by Harry's tan, his strong arms, the muscles, never seen in the clothes, this ugly clothes Harry always wore, because they weren't tight enough… " He chuckled. "His clothes are really awful. So far it's right." He stared at the sentence one more. Tried to imagine how far it described the real Potter. He muffled.

A few more minutes he spent in silence.

"In the clothes Draco bought him, Harry looked quite different. They were tight and they looked just… awful. But awful good. Harry's green eyes laid upon Draco's face. Draco looked straight into Harry's eyes. They were amazing. He was caught. " Draco realised he never actually looked into Harry's eyes. His face, yes – but his eyes? Always just watched the face. The scar. He gave another snort. "He spotted the feelings, emotions deep down in this eyes. Not the fast passing emotions you could read on Harry's face, written for everyone to read, but the feelings of loneliness and pain, suffering... and … Draco wondered… he found hate, too. " Eyes, opened in amazement, he stared at this sentence. "HATE? He's just a little ignorant mudblood-lover!"

Time passed.

"Malicious. Nasty… hoo… that quite fits my way of thinking. And doing." He raised an eyebrow. "But really… which stupid muggle thinks I may do this with…" he spat the name: "Potter!?!" He hesitated and added: "But I have to admit, they got my way."

Reading on, he started to understand why this Draco Malfoy in the text was attracted by Potter. He didn't realise he started to feel kind of attracted to Potter, too. How he nodded when the author wrote what Draco would do next, what he would touch and what he adored about Harry.