There went Ginny, walking by with Hermione. I was quite certain I liked her. Since at least the end of last year. But, lately… it was weird. I saw her long red hair and would think of what it would look like a white blond. I noticed the way her brown eyes flashed when she angry and remembered those beautiful eyes that held silver fire. I knew she was one of the best chasers the Gryffindor Quidditch team had ever seen, but I saw her flying by after the quaffle and thought of the other Quidditch player in my life. And no. I don't mean Ron. I thought of Malfoy and would feel a slight smile creeping onto my face. I would think of him and would feel my heart softening. But… surely… it couldn't be possible… I couldn't possibly be becoming actual friends with Draco Malfoy. Sure, I was trying to take care of him and I didn't want to see him die, but I couldn't possibly actually want to be his friend. It was impossible. It was Draco Malfoy. He was a monster. He stood by and made fun after Sirius died, and he could have done so much more for me over the past five years that he didn't do. It was weird though. He always constantly was tormenting me in a weirdly passionate way after first year, as opposed to his hatred his posed toward me through much of first year. Then after the Tournament, he didn't make fun of me hardly at all. If anything, whenever he looked at me, there was this strange gentleness in his eyes along with an oddly steely look. It was almost as though he was trying to convince himself to say something. Whether he was trying to say something bad to keep up his act or something good to reveal how he really felt. Or maybe it was a little of both. All I could tell was that whatever our dynamic had been before, it was changing lately. I liked the feeling that came with this new tension between us. I had to walk Malfoy back to his common room last night, which my instincts told me to do slowly so that I didn't hurt his back (That was what my instincts were telling me, right? To protect his back. There couldn't have been any other reason.), but I couldn't have taken more than ten minutes. (My instincts also told me to wrap my arms around him so that we took up less space and the invisibility cloak would cover us better. That's obviously why.) I had to protect what I cared about. Which was obviously the map and cloak. I couldn't let them be taken away. They meant the world to me, and I don't know what I'd do without them. Wait. What am I talking about? I can function fine without them. Maybe I subconsciously thinking of something else. Not Malfoy, surely? Ginny. Yes, that must be it, it must be Ginny. I couldn't treating Draco differently like I had been. I was just taking care of him because I felt bad for him. But now I needed to stop treating him differently from how I was treating everyone else. I would start going back to normal tomorrow, during the Quidditch match, and I wouldn't let anything keep me from reestablishing our normal rivalry.
Okay so clearly this is from Harry's POV and he obviously has a crush on Draco but he can't tell, because he's a major minor idiot. I have a theme for the title chapters from Harry's POV, but you probably won't see it until at lest the third Harry chapter, which will probably be like chapter 33. Also, I became obsessed with Dear Evan Hansen on Friday (11/16/2018) so you're going to start seeing a shit ton of Dear Evan Hansen references starting with chapter 14. Keep in mind that whatever you read of Harry being obviously in love with Draco, by chapter 14, he'd just in the past three days decided that they were friends. So he's stuck on them being friends for a long ass time. Also, I'm realizing that I'm not really including any other characters in this, so starting chapter 15, I'm going to try and do that.
In other news, please give me some other characters to put in here, because I really need it for an upcoming chapter.
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