Maybe
Author Lady-LunaPotter
I see you every day, sitting in the other end of the hall, smiling with your friends. I know you see me, and I know that you wonder why I am constantly staring at you. I have been asking myself that for a month now, and still haven't found the answer.
I find myself thinking of the past, the past were you and I was nothing but sworn enemies, the past where our relationship wasn't complicated, before I came to my senses and joined the Order, before you turned into a bloody girl. You just had to do it, did you? You just HAD to turn into a bloody beautiful girl? Of course, you always do the opposite of what everyone tells you. But what do I expect from a Gryffindor?
I speak to you every day, while that damn Weasley constantly glaring at my back. Is there something between you two? Something I have missed with my otherwise sharp eyes and smart brain? Why are you friends with him anyway? He is poor, he is a jerk and a utter and complete fool. And he has serious problems with his temper, can't he just piss off? Something I will never bee able to figure out is why you refused my friendship over his? Maybe this is some Gryffindor thing, because I can“t for my life come up with an answer.
I must admit that it is nice talking to you for a change, talking with Blasie and Pansy gets kinda boring after...six years. Of course, listen to Crabbe and Goyle isn't that entertaining either. But talking to you means listening to Granger, and she drives me nuts! How you have survived six years with her is beyond me. Does the girl ever shut up about schoolrules and schoolwork? I know this is our NEWT year, but honestly, who does she take me for? Longbottom?
I laugh at your attempts to make a perfect potion, and you glares at me like I'm some kind of dirt on your shoes. I snort and continues to laugh. Did you know you have a wicked punch? You cracked my nose for crying out loud! I never let anyone get away with that, but somehow you go unpunished, and I am left wondering if I'm totally insane.
Then this mission came up. Dumbledore just had to assign us to do it, had he? I mean, I do not have a death wish, and fetching that bloody bracelet was like begging for it. While I was trying to stay alive, you just laughed at me, telling me what a pussy I was! The horror, Draco Malfoy, a pussy. I think not, but seriously Potter, you are going to get killed one day. And I will certainly not be crying at your funeral.
I find myself staring at you again, damn you! Why am I doing this? You look at me and smiles, and I try to twist my own mouth into a smile, but I know I'm not smiling. Something seems to amuse you, and your smile grows bigger. To hell with you Potter! You will pay for that, no one mocks a Malfoy, never.
And yet, you walk unharmed.
Madam Pomfrey stares at me when I tell her that I am feeling a bit odd, and she makes some scans, shakes he head and tells me that nothing is off with me, Maybe I'm just moody? No, I'm not. She asks what I am feeling, and when I tell her, she smiles at me and says the most strange thing to me. "Mr Malfoy, have you ever considered that you may be falling in love?"
Me, Draco Malfoy, in love? I have dated most of the female population in this school, and I have never, ever fallen in love with any of them, so why would I fall for Potter of all people?
But when I think about it, why wouldn't I? She is everything I'm not, but yet so alike me. Merlin help me.
Maybe I'm about to fall in love, maybe this is what I have been dreaming of? This could be the magic I have been looking for. Maybe we are more than just two friends, maybe we can be something more?
Damn you Potter!
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