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A/N: Finally, the second chapter! Sorry, I kinda lost my other one, and couldn't find it so I just wrote a new one. This one is much better though. If you read please review, be it a good or bad comment. I would prefer that you did, it really annoys me when people read my fic and don't review. Every story I read I always leave a review. Please leave a review.)

A/N: A very big thanks to my beta reader, Flameandfire! Thank you:)

Deep Expectations

Chapter 2

Draco awoke abruptly. His bed sheets were twisted around his body causing him to struggle and fall hard out of his four-poster bed. Getting up slowly, rubbing the fresh bruise upon his leg, he wondered if he had really dreamt what he just did. Draco walked over to the window sill and sat heavily, looking out over the school grounds. The sun wasn't dawning yet, but you could see the faint orange and pink of its arrival. His eye caught a glimpse of what looked like a shadow disappearing from view. Curiosity got the better of him, he looked closer. Draco had a good set of eyes on him, he could see everything. His heart sank when he realised who the shadowed figure was. It was none other than Harry fucking Potter, himself. A sign maybe? Fuck off, it was! Draco thought. He nearly punched himself for even thinking it was a sign, but he didn't need the physical pain at this particular moment. But, what was Potter doing there at, Draco looked at the clock, six thirty in the morning? He wondered what Harry was up to and hoped he was not doing anything stupid. This time Draco did punch himself in the face. To think a Malfoy would think that! He swayed his way back to his bed; he hit himself too hard, he made a mental note for the future. His mind drifted back to the dream again. It had felt so god damn real! He could still feel where Harry had run his fingers. Draco gently touched his naked skin. But, he quickly stopped himself; it was Harry Potter, for fuck sake! Draco mused; as if I would want that Scar Head touching me! With that thought Draco had a very long bath, as if to rid himself of the memory.

Harry, on the other hand, didn't want to rid the dream from his thoughts. He didn't know why exactly, but something in that dream seemed so real, so right, so…. mesmerising. Harry needed to get out of that room; everyone was staring at him. He wondered if he had said anything out loud. Harry's stomach turned viciously with that thought. How embarrassing if he did! It would have been, most probably, about Malfoy. Harry walked, but had no idea where his feet were taking him, hopefully far away from his classmates as possible. He ended up near the Forbidden Forest just ten feet away from Hagrid's hut. What if he had said something? Would they tell the whole school? Would Harry go back and have everybody laughing at him? The knot in Harry's stomach was tightening with every question. What would happen if Draco finds out? He would never let Harry forget it!

"Oh, God."

He sank to the ground, as if praying to God. He could taste the few drops of tears that found their way into his mouth. Licking at the salty liquid Harry picked at the ground, squashing a clump of dirt between his fingers. Suddenly the knot untied itself, it gave Harry the encouragement to get up and hold his head high through breakfast.

No one bothered to give him a look when he sat down. They must have forgotten already, he pondered. A silent relief filled him. He piled his plate up with cooked food and only then did he realise how hungry he was. Loading his mouth with the contents on his plate, he poured himself some orange juice. Stopping midway he felt strange, someone was watching him intensely. His first reaction was to look up at the schools staff table; his first thought was Snape. But he was engaged in a conversation with a professor that Harry did not know the name of. His first theory failed, so he scanned the hall. His heart leapt for joy, only to be crushed, it was Malfoy. It was a look of pure hatred. There was no love or even remorse. His eyes narrowed as Draco saw Harry look up at him. Draco saw the brief and faint look of hurt in Harry's face and it was quickly replaced with the same hatred it always had been. Harry was the first to break the eye contact. But even so, he still felt the penetrating stare he was receiving from Malfoy. Harry felt so insecure about the piercing glare; he didn't notice Ron and Hermione sit on either side of him. He could feel Draco's eyes boring into his forehead. He was concentrating so hard not to look up at him. Why was Draco staring at Harry? Why must he haunt him? His contemplations were interrupted by a hand waving in front of his face. Harry's eyes became more focused, he saw Ron's concerned face.

"Are you alright?"

"Hmm…?" Harry paused, "Yeah, fine." He smiled

Ron didn't bother to continue that conversation; he knew that once Harry said something, by God, he would stick to it. Ron nodded as he followed Hermione and filled his plate with food, although he wasn't very hungry. He picked up his fork and started playing with it, chasing it around the plate and prodding it. He didn't notice the glare he was getting from the neat freak; Hermione. She was still concerned about the House Elves. They prepared all this food, only to be poked at, she thought moodily.

"What do we have first?" Ron sighed

"Potions." Replied Hermione almost instantly.

Harry immediately looked at Hermione, the knot in his stomach revealed itself once more. The courage he had once had vanished in a split second. His head hang low. Why now? Harry thought to himself, he doesn't want to be stared at all class. He gets enough of it already and doesn't want it from Draco as well. Harry dropped his fork with a clang on the side of his plate. He received a few looks from his fellow Gryffindor's. Nearly knocking over the orange juice jug he slammed his head into the table. Ron and Hermione exchanged looks of alarm. Harry stayed that way for quite a long time, until Hermione patted him on the shoulder persuading him to lift his head. She pulled out her wand and fixed Harry's broken glasses that were hanging from each ear. He smiled to thank Hermione, while gently touching the newly formed lump on his forehead. Ron and Hermione didn't know why Harry wasn't looking forward to Potions, they just assumed it was because of Snape. But Harry knew the real reason. It was because he shared that class with the Slytherins.

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