It was potions class and Draco saw Harry looking outside again. He couldn't help but stare at him. He was like an angel trapped inside a black hole with nothing else to do. He smiled. He was happy just seeing Harry like this. He wished for the time to stop at this very moment. He wished that for the rest of his life that this was his only job, to keep on staring at him.
"Mr. Potter! Would you care to tell us what you were daydreaming just about now?" Snape asked his sharp, cold eyes looking at Harry fiercely.
Harry turned to look at Snape and smiled.
He smiled! He smiled! Draco sank in his chair thinking about Harry's wonderful smile. Everything just seems to be in order whenever he would see Harry. Just seeing Harry's messy, jet black hair makes his heart jump wildly. "WTF! What is wrong with me! I cannot believe what's happening…I'm…I'm starting …to fall for him…" Draco whispered anxiously.
"Draco, are you all right?" Crabbe asked.
Draco realized what he was doing and straightened himself up. Good thing that nobody else noticed. He took his quill and dipped it in his bottle of ink and saw familiar green eyes staring at him. He was surprised! Why was Harry staring at him! Why? Of all people, he didn't expect Harry to stare at him. But he found himself smiling. "Cute…" he whispered.
"What?" Goyle said dumbly.
"Huh? What?...Oh…nothing…" Draco said.
"I think…I'm falling for him…" He whispered breathlessly.
The feeling started ages ago. Draco can't really remember when but he started to fall in love with Harry just recently. He found out he was gay in his fourth year in Hogwarts. He hadn't told anybody about it but Hermione found out all by herself. Well…he wasn't that stupid to tell any body anyway. If his father found out about this he'd be beaten up and he didn't want that to happen. His father can do anything to him. He knew that nobody would even help him if he screamed his lungs out for help. So he decided to keep it a secret and made Hermione swore not to tell anyone. Not even her stupid pet. He didn't know why he had to fall in love with Harry Potter. But it seems that his messy hair, his bright green eyes, his tanned skin because of quidditch practice, his glasses that's always slipping down his nose, his pink lips…so soft…Was it really soft? He wanted to know. He wanted to touch his face and tell him everything what he felt for years. Then the bell rang and that sound pulled him out of his dreams. As soon as he got up from his chair he saw Harry and his friends running out of the room like someone was chasing after them.
"What's their problem?" he heard Pansy say. "Hi, Draco!" "Hello…" Draco said dryly.
He heard Pansy and her friends giggle behind him. It seems that Pansy really likes him. Ugh…just the thought of Pansy kissing him gives him the goosebumps!
Harry turned to look at Snape and smiled.
He smiled! He smiled! Draco sank in his chair thinking about Harry's wonderful smile. Everything just seems to be in order whenever he would see Harry. Just seeing Harry's messy, jet black hair makes his heart jump wildly. "WTF! What is wrong with me! I cannot believe what's happening…I'm…I'm starting …to fall for him…" Draco whispered anxiously.
"Draco, are you all right?" Crabbe asked.
Draco realized what he was doing and straightened himself up. Good thing that nobody else noticed. He took his quill and dipped it in his bottle of ink and saw familiar green eyes staring at him. He was surprised! Why was Harry staring at him! Why? Of all people, he didn't expect Harry to stare at him. But he found himself smiling. "Cute…" he whispered.
"What?" Goyle said dumbly.
"Huh? What?...Oh…nothing…" Draco said.
"I think…I'm falling for him…" He whispered breathlessly.
The feeling started ages ago. Draco can't really remember when but he started to fall in love with Harry just recently. He found out he was gay in his fourth year in Hogwarts. He hadn't told anybody about it but Hermione found out all by herself. Well…he wasn't that stupid to tell any body anyway. If his father found out about this he'd be beaten up and he didn't want that to happen. His father can do anything to him. He knew that nobody would even help him if he screamed his lungs out for help. So he decided to keep it a secret and made Hermione swore not to tell anyone. Not even her stupid pet. He didn't know why he had to fall in love with Harry Potter. But it seems that his messy hair, his bright green eyes, his tanned skin because of quidditch practice, his glasses that's always slipping down his nose, his pink lips…so soft…Was it really soft? He wanted to know. He wanted to touch his face and tell him everything what he felt for years. Then the bell rang and that sound pulled him out of his dreams. As soon as he got up from his chair he saw Harry and his friends running out of the room like someone was chasing after them.
"What's their problem?" he heard Pansy say. "Hi, Draco!" "Hello…" Draco said dryly.
He heard Pansy and her friends giggle behind him. It seems that Pansy really likes him. Ugh…just the thought of Pansy kissing him gives him the goosebumps!
