A/N: Chapter 2. Enjoy! :)
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(RE-DONE!) (As of 6/27/12)
After they were finished with the feast, Harry, Ron, and Hermione made their way out of the Great Hall. Right before leaving the room, Harry snuck a glance at Draco, who was highly interested in his un-eaten mashed potatoes at the moment.
'He's so cute when he's staring at his food…Wait! I did NOT just think that!' Harry shook his head and headed for the staircase, his friends following behind.
'What am I going to do?' The brunette thought, slowly walking up the first flight of stairs, vaguely hearing Ron and Hermione chatting behind him. He frowned,
"I mean, he's a Malfoy for Godric's sake! We've been school rivals since day one."
When they were younger and they would fight, Harry would feel mostly hatred, anger and hostility. Although, as Harry and Draco got older, Harry started to feel different. Very different. Every time Draco would touch Harry, he would get a tingly sensation in his chest, no matter how hard the punch. Every time Draco would talk to Harry, he would get butterflies in his stomach, no matter how rude the insult. Even when Draco looked at Harry, he would get all flustered. And Harry hated it.
Every time Harry saw Draco, (Though he would never admit it) his heart would flutter in the most ticklish of ways.
"Why did I have to fall for the bloody git?" Harry mumbled distractedly as he made his way through the portrait hole into the Gryffindor common room.
"Did you say something, Harry?" Ron asked curiously, but was ignored by the raven haired boy.
"I mean, he's not even THAT attractive! He's so pale… like ivory. His physique is thin but, slightly muscular...and those eyes, they're like pure silver - Ugh! Stop thinking about him!" Harry thought exasperatedly and flopped down on his four-poster bed.
Meanwhile in the Great Hall…
Draco finally looked up from his un-eaten food surprisingly to find he was the only one left in the Great Hall. He sighed, and made his way downstairs towards the dungeons, where the Slytherin common room was located. After saying the password, Gryffindors Suck, Draco noticed everyone else had gone to bed, or had went out for their prefect duties. It was Pansy's shift tonight, so Draco would have some time alone in the common room before she came back. Draco grabbed his Potions book out of his school bag and dropped the bag over by the stone fireplace. He went and stretched out on one of the black leather couches. Sighing, he flipped through the pages of the new text book his Father had gotten him a month ago. Draco had read the entire book at least three times already but, Potions was his favorite subject. After finding nothing interesting to read at the moment, Draco reached into his pocket and pulled out a red and gold colored fabric. Upon unfolding the bundle, it was recognized as a Gryffindor tie. Harry's Gryffindor tie to be exact. Draco had pocketed it after a fist-fight in third year. He smiled at the memory and rubbed the silk fabric between his fingers; the softness reminded him of Harry's hair and what it must feel like. It still smelled like Harry too; sweet, but fresh. Draco proceeded to yawn and turned over on his side still clutching the fabric.
Back in Gryffindor dorm…
Harry groaned and turned over in his sleep.
'Harry' Someone kept whispering in his dream. He felt warm hands all over his body. But, for whatever reason, Harry couldn't open his eyes to see who the mystery person was. By the sound of his voice, Harry could tell it was the blonde, Draco. The Slytherin boy was doing sinful things with his hands. Harry moaned and pushed against the touch wanting more.
"Harry..." Draco whispered again, "Harry, open your eyes..." Harry obeyed and with all his might he tried to open his eyes. When he finally did, Harry found himself in his four-poster bed, tangled in sheets. He turned over to look at his watch, 6:07, and looked down to notice he had a little, erm, problem. Harry considered relieving his problem right now, but since Neville was an early riser, he decided against it. A cold shower is what he needed.
'Yes, that should do the trick,' With that, Harry got up, gathered some clothes, and walked over to the showers in the bathroom.
Pansy practically skipped out of the Slytherin Girls' dormitory, with a bright smile on her face.
"Good morning Crabbe, Goyle." Pansy said with a cheerful voice that was just so... well. Pansy.
"Morning..." they both mumbled in response clearly still half asleep.
"Where's Draco?" She asked glancing up towards the Boy's dorm.
"Dunno," Crabbe mumbled, swaying slightly as if he was about to drop from exhaustion.
"He never came up after dinner." Goyle said as his stomach grumbled.
"Huh. He must have fallen asleep on the couch. You two go ahead down to breakfast, we'll be there in a minute." Pansy said as she started walking over to the couches. Crabbe and Goyle grunted in response and went out the portrait hole.
'Ah, there he is.' Pansy thought as she found a handsome blond still asleep on one of the sofas.
"Draco..." She cooed trying to wake him subtly. Draco mumbled something incoherent in response.
"Draco, hun, time to wake up!" She said while poking him in the arm.
"Yes, oh yes," Draco sighed quietly while turning over.
'I didn't want to resort to this, but,' Pansy thought wickedly as she transfigured a couch pillow into a glass of water. She then took said glass and poured it on Draco's head. She smirked as he sputtered a yell and fell off the sofa onto the floor.
"What the! PANSY! What the bloody hell was that for!" Draco yelled angrily as he tried to get up off the now slippery floor.
"Well, you wouldn't wake up." She giggled and conjured a towel for Draco's face.
"Thanks." He mumbled in response, trying to warm up from the splash of suddenly cold water.
"What were you dreaming about?" Pansy asked as she picked up his school bag.
"Huh? W-why?" Draco stammered out, a faint blush just barely coloring his ivory cheeks.
"Well, you kept saying 'yes' and moaning-" Pansy started then gasped,
"You were having a wet dream about someone!" Pansy said loud enough for all the other Slytherins to hear.
"Pansy!" Draco whispered fiercely, completely embarrassed.
"Sorry!" She whispered back softy as both were walking out of the dungeons.
"So who is the lucky lady?" She asked coyly, wiggling her eyebrows in a suggestive manner.
"No one..." He mumbled, still flustered. Draco felt something slip through his fingers, looking down, he realized he had still been holding Harry's tie.
"What's that, Draco?" Pansy asked as she snatched the fabric away from the floor before he could try and hide it away in his bag.
"N-nothing," He stammered as he tried to grab it away from Pansy.
"Wait a minute. This is a Gryffindor tie. Draco, why do you of all people have a Gryffindor tie?" Pansy asked questioningly. When she saw Draco's cheeks flush, even more than before, she understood.
"This belongs to your little dream girl doesn't it?" She said smugly, already knowing the answer.
"Does it matter? Now come on, we've nearly missed breakfast. I don't want to be late for class too." Draco said annoyed, desperately trying to change the subject.
"Whatever." Pansy smiled in reply.
"But, Draco dear, I will find out who you're crushing on, eventually." She thought with a smirk and followed Draco to Potions.
Despite waking up early, Harry still managed to be late for their first morning class; Potions. Well, it wasn't his fault. If Seamus hadn't set off those Nutmeg Wizarding firecrackers, (which Neville was allergic to, apparently.) Harry would've been perfectly on time. Well that and the fact that he had to finish his charms essay which was due next period. Both he and Ron were currently jogging through the dungeons and by the time they had reached the classroom, Professor Snape had already started the lesson. Hermione gave them both a disappointed look as they sat down in the seats next to her.
"Why, how nice of the Golden Boy and his red-headed sidekick to finally show up." Snape said with a snarl, glaring at Harry in particular. Harry resisted the urge to roll his eyes.
"As I was saying," He began, but Harry tuned him out, just as he usually did. He glanced around the room finding stormy silver eyes looking in his direction. Draco had an unreadable expression on his face. They both looked away and blushed faintly.
"So," Professor Snape said trying to get everyone's attention back to him.
"An order for all of you to get a chance to mark up your grade, I will be picking a partner for each of you for the next Potions assignment."
Two boy's eyes widened in particular, but they started to take notes with the rest of the class.
Little did they know, this, was just the beginning.
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