disclaimer: I'll tell you guys when I do own Harry Potter...However, at the moment, I still do not.
Slashy yumminess!!(well, at least there will be at some point in this story...mwuahahaha)
a/n: the last chapter was just a prologue. in case anyone was confused, the prologue was written from draco's POV...
weeee!! Prisoner of Azkaban comes out on DVD soon!!!!!!! I am excited! for celebration, I am watching Chamber of Secrets as I write this...(pauses to watch draco goodness on T.V.) hahahaaha....'why are you wearing glasses?' oh how I love that line...(has laughing fit)
erm, right. I am weird. anyway, I won't bore you any longer with this pointless author note that makes no sense, so on with the story...
Chapter OneI swirled the sickening pumpkin juice around my goblet, frowning. Why must that fool of a Headmaster insist on serving only this beverage during meal times? Pumpkin juice is so...common and plebeian. I let out a disgusted sniff, drawing the attention of the people surrounding me in the Great Hall. Unfortunately, one of those people turned out to be Pansy.
"Draaaakie? What's wrong? Don't you like pumpkin juice?" she asked shrilly, leaning over to get closer to myself.
Pansy Parkinson was what most boys in this school would call "hot" – she had long light brown hair with blonde hi-lights that she styled every day, a perfect tan that she claimed was 'natural' (though Draco highly doubted that fact), and a curvy body that Mr. Blaise Zabini had once said was 'to die for.' The Slytherin girl's lips were plump and her nose was perfectly centered. She wore clothes that accented her body's shape that were at the same time quite revealing. Boys drooled at her...well, the straight ones anyway.
Draco personally found her annoying, ugly, slutty, childish, disgusting, clingy, sickening, revolting, puke-worthy, immature, the wrong sex, pug-faced, smelly (and she called it perfume)...oh the list went on and on. To put it shortly, he detested the girl, and wanted to curse her every second of the day.
"Draaaaaco! Are you even listening to me?" Pansy pouted, drawing the blonde out of his deep thoughts. The boy in question stiffened, and his fingers curled around his wand briefly, desperately wanting to point it at Parkinson and say two words. Hint: they begin with 'Avada' and end with 'Kedavra'.
Instead, Draco took a deep breath, closed his eyes for a moment, and forced a charming smile on his face before he turned to face the girl.
"For your information, Parkinson, I detest pumpkin juice. Someone of my class deserves expensive wine and nothing less," he sniffed, raising his nose aristocratically. Pansy giggled and rested her hand on Draco's shoulder (much to his disgust).
"Of course you do, Dracy," she drawled, batting her eyelashes and twirling her hair. Draco delicately moved out of her grasp, desperately fighting to keep his breakfast in his stomach.
"If you will excuse me, Pansy dearest, but I must be going now. I'll see you later," Draco snarled brusquely, standing up, not caring he tipped over Pansy's goblet in the process("Eeeeek! Draaaaco! This was my new skiiiiiirt!").
As he walked toward the door, he felt as though he was being watched. Glancing briefly over his shoulder to see who it was, he immediately regretted doing so. His cold silver orbs met with pained emerald ones.
Draco's breath hitched, as he felt himself get lost in the pain-filled orbs. They are still so beautiful, just as they always are, he thought, Of course, they are much more beautiful when they are looking up at me, filled with love and lust as I... Realizing what he was beginning to think, Draco quickly snapped out of his thoughts. No...I must not think of him like that. He means nothing to me...anymore, he chastised himself. And just like that, Draco fixed a cold look on his face and sneered at the raven-haired teen looking at him before he turned on his heel and stalked out of the Hall.
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"-And I just can't wait till Professor Vyxen starts our discussion on the Greek Underworld. All those different rivers sound just fascinating-"
"'Mione, shut up already! Bloody hell, I know you're excited about your newest course about Mythology junk, whatever that is, but I for one would prefer not to talk about classes on a Saturday for once!"
"Ronald, you should take school more seriously! You know, NEWTS are not that far away-"
"A year, Mione. A full year."
"-and with your scores on the OWLS, you should be cracking down so you get better grades! These will affect what career you end up with and-"
The red-haired boy sighed and buried his head in his arms. Once that bushy-haired girl got started, there was no way to shut her up. Ron then noticed Harry had been silent throughout this whole conversation, something highly unusual. Lifting his head up, he glanced over at his black haired friend, frowning. Harry was looking with hollow eyes into his pumpkin juice goblet, as though unaware of his surroundings. The food on the boy's plate was untouched, and Ron realized his friend hadn't eaten a full meal for a while...
"-if you get the same scores as your OWLS, you will end up being a bartender at the Hogs Head! For heavens sake, Ronald, are you listening to me?" Hermione snapped, annoyed her lecture was not being taken seriously and sounding very much like Mrs. Weasley.
Ron ignored her, and leaned over towards Harry a bit, waving his hand in front of those hollow green eyes. "Eh, Harry mate? Are you ok?" This caught Hermione's attention, and she immediately stopped chastising Ron.
Poking him lightly, Hermione softly asked him, "Harry dear? Is there something wrong?" The raven-haired teen immediately snapped out of his trance-like state, and looked at his concerned two best friends.
Smiling weakly at the two, he nodded briefly. "Yes, 'mione, I'm fine-"he began, only to stop when his eyes met a certain blonde's silver orbs.
Immediately, he knew his face showed pain and hurt. For once, Harry didn't even bother to hide his emotions.
Draco... he thought, and his heart suddenly felt as though it was being strangled. A burning sensation invaded the rim of his eyes, and Harry knew he was on the brink of tears.
Draco... he thought again, wishing he could pull the blonde boy into a tight embrace and cry into his well sculpted chest...
Suddenly, the blonde glared coldly at Harry and smirked before leaving. Harry felt as though the world stopped, and as though his heart was split in two – again.
Hermione tugged on Harry's robe. "Harry...what's wrong?" she asked, a worried expression on her brow. Her eyes followed Harry's gaze, and her frown deepened. Malfoy? What the hell does that git have to do with this, she pondered.
Harry snapped his attention back to Hermione, who suddenly looked deep in thought, and Ron, who looked more worried than Harry had ever seen him before.
"Mate? Are you...ok?" the red-head asked tentatively, eyes flickering back and forth between his two best mates.
Harry nodded, not daring to open his mouth. He knew his voice would give away the emotions he was feeling at the moment.
"Harry, if you ever need anything, Ronald and I are always here," said Hermione softly, her face still deep in thought.
Ron nodded enthusiastically. "Aye! Just tell us what's wrong, and we'll solve it for you mate!" he said, trying to sound more normal in hopes of getting Harry back to normal.
Harry carefully stood up, and nodded at his two friends, giving them a reassuring smile. Hoping against fate that his voice would sound normal, he said softly, "I'm fine guys. But I need to take a walk. Catch up with you two later, 'k?"
And with that, the Boy-Who-Lived strode swiftly out of the Hall, hiding his emotion almost perfectly, and leaving behind two worried friends.
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Draco walked around the corridors of the school, tapping his fingers on the wall randomly. Why did Potter have to make him feel...this? He was just another one of Draco's discarded sex toys, right? Nothing more!
The blonde ran his fingers through his silvery locks of hair nervously. Yes, Potter had meant nothing more to him than anyone else had. And he had dumped Potter, just like everyone else. So...that was it....right?
Wroooong, a sing-song voice rang in his mind.
Draco growled. Why did this voice always come and bother him?
Well, obviously that'd be because I am your conscience. It's my job, silly.
A scowl furrowed on Draco's face. Job or not, go away, he retorted angrily.
Shut up. I'm here to save you from denial. It's not just a river in Egypt, you know.
I am most certainly not in denial! Malfoys are never in denial.
Blah blah blah. Malfoys are this, Malfoys are that. Being a 'Malfoy' is no excuse for anything, you know. And you are just drowning in denial.
Oh yeah? How so, then? Draco said impatiently, wishing he could murder this 'conscience' thing. It was really getting on his nerves.
Drakie, we've been over this. I'm supposed to get on your nerves. Remember? And you're in denial about a certain Gryffindor...
Draco's mind went blank. I...I most certainly am not!
Oh yeah, you are so not in denial, his conscience said sarcastically, You love him, and you know that, it added.
Draco's heart skipped what seemed like several beats. Malfoys do not-
Yeah yeah. 'Malfoys do not love.' I know, I know. the voice said irritatingly, That's just why you think about him 24/7. About the way his hair falls just perfectly in front of his eyes when he's deep in thought. About his habit where he bites his lips when he is nervous. About how soft his skin is under your fingertips. About how he moans when you lick him right under his left ear. About how his perfect body fits perfectly against yours. About-
Shut up! Draco yelled at the voice. It wasn't true. He wasn't in love with Har-Potter! It couldn't be true. Malfoys do not love.
Malfoys are incapable of love.
Deeeeeeniiiaaaal, the voice sang annoyingly again.
Draco scowled. Shut up, you little- he began.
But the voice never found out what he was, for right at that moment, Draco walked into something...er, more specifically somebody, and was lying sprawled on the floor.
The steely eyed blonde scowled, and brushed off his robes. "Watch where you are going!" he yelled, standing up.
"You could've hurt me, you little-" he began, but stopped when he found he was staring once again into those damned pretty emerald orbs.
The raven-haired boy stared back, mouth slightly open. Lust, pain, hurt, and another emotion flashed through his eyes, even through his whole face.
"Dra...Draco?" Harry questioned, his voice higher than it was normally, and raspier as well. Draco felt the urge to run into those quidditch-toned arms and just sit there, trapped in a soft embrace forever...-
Snap out of it, he scolded. Quickly composing himself, he sneered at Harry. "Geez, Potter. You're lucky I'm not injured; though my new robes are dirty. Tsk, tsk. The Savior of the wizarding world has the grace of a four year old. Who would've thought," he drawled.
Harry's eyes flashed with hurt, before they suddenly turned hollow.
Draco couldn't stop himself even though a part of him wanted to shut up. "What, Potter," he spat out the name, "No comeback? You really are lame. Though, that mudblood friend of yours is even lamer, Scarhead."
Harry's body stiffened up. Glaring at Draco, he spoke, his voice eerily emotionless.
"Fuck. Off. Malfoy."
And with that, Harry slowly turned, and walked away. Draco stared at the boy's retreating form, and a part of him screamed, Come back, Harry! Please...
TBC
I hope that wasn't too crappy! I plan to make chapters longer in the future (well, i hope to!)
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