Robin: So the story actually starts now, and you'll see a little bit of the darker side of Harry, I hope you don't mind and stick with me.

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Disclaimer: If I owned it the school dress code for a few specific boys would be: nekkid!

School started again. Time to play him again. Harry Fucking Potter, the Gryffindor wonder-boy, Mr. Perfect. Mr. Hero.

"Where were you last night, Harry?"

"Huh?"

"I woke up and you were missing…"

"Oh, err… I went for a walk… to clear my head, y'know, scar hurting and all that…"

I nearly choked. My best friend eyed me suspiciously for a second, then turned to Hermione.

"What do you s'pose HE'S looking at?"

I turn to see a sniggering Draco Malfoy and my breath hitches again… 'Draco Malfoy.'

'God Harry… his father?! You really are fucked up…'

Visions from the previous night filled my mind again, then, realizing the look of concern from my friends I just shrugged and kept walking.

'It never happened.'

We make our way down the dimly lit corridor that leads to my least favorite class. The dark and dank dungeon where our potion's class is held looks even less welcoming then usual, greasy professor Snape walks in, and yet again the memories flood back.

The pictures, his smiling face, I just sit their, staring at him, trying to imagine why a man like Lucius would have pictures of someone like Snape.

'I suppose he's attractive in some kind of crude way…'

I continue to eye my teacher, who starts to give instructions, unknowing of my thought, of my knowledge about some sort of secret involving him.

'Maybe if he did something with his hair…'

Someone slides into the seat next to me, breaking my concentration, and I am taken aback by the sight of Draco sitting next to me, smirking.

'Now that is something to stare at…'

I mentally kick myself, and prepare to play the role of arch enemy.

"What are you doing here, Malfoy?"

"What are you, deaf? Or were you two busy giving old Snape googly eyes to hear him pair us up?"

I glare, then look back at Snape, actually listening to him speak this time, his cold voice resonating against the stone walls surrounding us.

"Slytherin's, I want you to try to actually teach these…. Gryffindors something."

He spat out my house name like it was something dirty, I saw Ron's face tense up, sending Snape an ugly face.

I didn't really feel like pretending to care.

I didn't really feel like pretending anything today.

Draco sat back down with all our supplies, I surprised my self with not even noticing his absence, a small collection of some sort of leaves fell out of his hand and onto the ground, we both reached down to pick them up at the same time, my hand not so accidentally grazing his.

I inwardly smirked at his surprised face, and his… blush?

'No, it couldn't be… Draco wouldn't blush at something as small as that, would he?'

Thinking about it, I would have to, before any of this.

But fighting the dark lord, watching people die, and getting bent over a table can really drain the innocence out of some people… and I saw the world now with entirely different eyes.

There was a gap now between me and my "two best friends", whose lives were still consumed with studding, school work, quidditch, and house rivalries.

Last years secret crush makes me feel almost silly now, spying on him secretly with the help of the invisibility cloak and daydreaming about going on cute little dates, going with him, not that damn Patil girl, to the Yule Ball.

I snapped out of my thoughts as I caught him watching me out of the corner of his eye, he scowled and said something about me not helping.

I inwardly and maybe a bit outwardly, smirked.