Disclaimer: I do own the Harry Potter books, all five, I have them in my wardrobe, I got them for Christmas and I got OOTP from the bookshop, so THERE!
WARNING: *slash* don't like, don't read. SIMPLE!
Trying
Chapter One
There he was. Draco Malfoy, the boy that Harry thought about for most of his waking, and more pleasurable, his sleeping hours. He was walking down the stairs into the Entrance hall, towards Harry.
The fading autumn sun shimmered on his almost white, blonde hair. His pale blue, grey eyes locked with Harry's as he reached the base of the staircase. His pale pink lips were set in their usual smirk. Harry stared at Draco as he crossed the hall, wishing that Draco would say just one sentence that wasn't an insult to Harry.
' Are you okay?' Draco asked Harry curiously. Harry's heart skipped a beat; he couldn't believe what he'd just heard.
' Are you trying to catch bloody flies in that fat gob of yours Potter?' Draco spat at Harry, quickly changing to a spiteful tone.
Draco walked off, sniggering with Crabbe and Goyle leaving Harry staring, after him, once again. Harry didn't think he'd been staring at Draco that badly. A sudden thought hit Harry, what if Draco knew that Harry liked him? Harry wondered how long it would take for the whole school to find out that the famous Harry Potter was gay.
Draco walked off to potions leaving Harry in the Entrance Hall. 'He was probably looking up the stairs for Granger or the Weasel.' Draco thought. He couldn't believe that Harry would be looking at him. He didn't think he'd ever be lucky enough to have Harry think about him the same way that Draco thought about Harry.
Draco was almost kicking him self. He had been nice to Harry in front of Crabbe and Goyle. He was grateful that they were thick and he was a quick-thinking smart-ass. They'd never figure out that Draco was gay, even if he had a neon sign strapped to his head declaring it.
'Watch it Malfoy!' Draco turned to see Harry, who he'd just walked straight into as he attempted to enter the dungeon which potions was held in. Draco couldn't believe that he would have to spend a whole double lesson with Harry sitting two rows back from him. How the hell was he meant to concentrate when he could be ogling at Harry?
Snape entered the dungeons, glaring at the Gryffindors. As Snape turned to sit at his desk Draco saw Harry make a rude gesture at Snape's back. Draco had to try and hold his laughter in as Snape took his seat and the class settled. Draco starred back at Harry as Snape began his usual lecture, telling the class about the sleeping potion they would be brewing. Draco had just begun to imagine a quite amatory story, involving Harry when he heard his name. He looked up to see Snape glaring at him.
'Sorry Professor?' Draco said, blushing slightly.
'I just asked you to go and set up your cauldron next to Mr Potter.' Snape replied, now quite annoyed. Draco now noticed that the class had been split up into pairs, not many of the students looked happy about who they were with. Crabbe had been paired with Ron while Goyle and Hermione were paired together, yet still remained a meter apart, with Hermione doing most of the work. Draco couldn't believe his luck; Harry would have to talk to him. Draco put his cauldron down next to Harry and sat in the seat where Ron previously was.
'Here, you can powder these.' Harry said pushing dried Woodruff leaves towards him.
'Mm, thanks. Well, what are you doing?' Draco asked; trying not to sound too interested.
'I'm shredding the Chervil, if you must know.' Harry replied, starting to rip the plant into tiny pieces.
Each of them attended to their plant without speaking again. At the end of their lesson Snape gave them a massive pile of homework and gave Neville a detention for smashing a whole jar of Mugwort on Snape's desk.
As the class left the dungeon Draco watched Harry and his friends ascend the staircase to their common room to drop their books off before dinner. Draco then turned to go to the Slytherin common room; his mind returning to the little story he had begun in potions.