Disclaimer: Harry Potter and co. are owned by JKR etc etc etc.
Warning: Will eventually contain slash – that is, male-on-male action. Click the 'back' button if that's not your scene. Dunno whether this will end up as fluff or smut though.
Author's Note: This is set in their 5th year. Anything you read in OoTP is unlikely to carry through to this fic.
To say Potions class was boring would have been more than a slight understatement. Professor Snape had been unexpectedly called away and his replacement, Professor Griffin, was almost as dry as Professor Binns.
The teacher had demanded absolute silence; however he hadn't said anything about paying attention. As the Professor droned on about the properties of Lobalug poison in potions, Harry Potter felt himself grow more and more sleepy.
As he gazed around the classroom, he saw that much of the class was in the same state as him – one of utter boredom. Only Hermione was listening with rapt attention, and Ron, whose head was cradled in his folded arms, was snoring gently.
Even Draco, who was usually a good Potions student, seemed to be bored. Although his eyes were fixed on the teacher, he was lazily scribbling on a piece of parchment. Harry suspected Draco wasn't taking notes, and he didn't blame him.
At that moment, the Slytherin boy looked over at Harry. He sneered coldly, but not before Harry had noticed the faint flush in Draco's high cheekbones.
He glared back at Draco, but inside his heart was racing – and he didn't know why.
I wonder why he blushed, Harry thought to himself. He snuck another look at Draco, but the boy's attention was directed toward the teacher once more.
At that moment the bell finally rang. Harry breathed a sigh of relief, and all thoughts of Malfoy left his mind as he put his things in his bag and moved on to his next class.
That night, Harry couldn't sleep. The weather was unusually warm, and the air was thick and muggy. The sheets on his bed were tangles, and his pillow felt like a cement slab. As he changed position for the umpteenth time, his mind returned to his thoughts earlier on in the day – Draco Malfoy.
Harry and Draco had been enemies since their first day as first-years. Harry had never wanted to be friends with the Slytherin – he'd never wanted to be anything with him. But now… something had changed. Harry felt his insides tingle pleasantly as images of the haughty blond boy flooded his head.
Harry sighed in exasperation as realization hit him – he was developing feelings of a more than friendly nature towards Draco! He couldn't believe this was happening.
It wasn't that Harry was homophobic – oh no, he was far from that. And he'd had crushes on guys before, so it wasn't as though this was a new experience for him. But of all the guys he could fancy, why did it have to be Draco Malfoy – the most unobtainable guy in the school?
Harry shifted as sweat prickled his body. Eventually he fell into a restless slumber, where his dreams were full of a certain Slytherin Prefect.
Ooh ahh, can't you just taste the cliché? Trust me, it'll get worse.