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Disclaimer – ii have gratefully borrowed the characters from JK Rowling and applied my own plot to them. ii am not gaining any means of money from this…. Only reviews… ii hope!
This Chapter Is Around The Same Time As Chapter 1 – New POV… Do ii Hear A YEY…?
Love & All That Jazz, Malfoys Only Chemo xx
Chapter 2 – Draco's POV
You'll find out soon enough!
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He put his quill down and re-read the note. He ran my fingers gently along the inked calligraphy and suddenly felt a smile stretch across his, usually smirked, face.
Subtle… With an obvious twist! He laughed to himself. This laugh grew and grew until his sides pained him. The laugh he was so enjoying came to an abrupt stop.
Why am I writing this letter? He thought with a sudden realisation of the bizarre circumstances. A letter declaring LOVE! A letter addressed to Potter…Harry Potter! My sworn enemy!
The truth was, He found Harry's face crossing his mind every waking moment. In fact, while he was asleep too. Draco finally picking up on his love for Harry was very long overdue. He had felt something a little more that hatred towards the black haired boy ever since the day they first met. Before first year. In Madame Malkins'.
Draco can still remember that day. Every word spoken between them. How he felt. Whilst admiring himself in the mirror he saw, what he thought as, the most beautiful thing. He thought a witch had walked through the door with new jewellery. Earrings, he thought. But he then realised he was looking into the eyes of a young Harry Potter.
Those eyes.
The emeralds pierced through him. Through his eyes and into his mind, where the image still remains.
Draco, even at that age, thought Harry looked good. Amazing, even. He didn't know why he thought this but he did know one thing for sure. He needed to become his friend – To get closer to him. He spent days planning what to say. Contemplating whether to re-introduce himself. Deciding whether to do it on the train, or wait until after the sorting. He was sure that they'd both be in Slytherin. There was just something different about him.
After a lot of careful consideration, he decided to look around the train on the way. He thought it was better, also, he'd be able to have a look around at who else he would be joining him that year. He begun to search the train as soon as it left platform nine and three-quarters. Whilst barging into compartment after compartment, he heard a lot of conversations, all of which, on the same subject.
Harry Potter
"Have you heard, he's on the train" "I'm breathing the same air as The Boy Who Lived!" "He might be in some of my classes" "Shall we try and find him?" Were only a small collection of admirations for this guy.
After, what could have been, hours of searching compartment after compartment, he walked past one full of giggling girls. He pressed his ear closely, and carefully, against the door.
"He's next door, I can't believe how close we are to a celebrity!" One of the girls giggled, closely followed by a chorus of her friends' giddiness.
As Draco had already become self-proclaimed as popular, he thought it obligatory to introduce himself. He opened the compartment door and to his surprise, he saw a familiar gleam of green. The boy he had been searching for had been Harry Potter.
"Is it true?" He said. "They're saying all down the train that Harry Potter is in this compartment. So it's you is it?"
His heart rate began to increase as he anticipated a certain answer, "Yes" said Harry.
Draco's mind began reeling. He could become friends with Harry Potter! He just had to ask. It did, however, seem that Harry had already found a friend. Draco turned his head slowly and drew his grey eyes towards Ron. What kind of friend was he for the famous Harry Potter. He must be in it for the fame. Draco thought. He had heard about the Weasleys. His father had told him that they were incredibly poor with Merlin-knows how many children. Maybe his family planned it so they could get some money in too finally get them some food? Draco decided he needed to save Harry from the penniless gold-digger.
"You don't want to go making friends with the wrong sort. I can help you there" he held out his hand to shake Harry's, but Harry didn't take it.
"I think I can tell the wrong sort for myself, Thanks." Draco's smile gradually gave in to gravity, travelling through a smirk until it reached the lowest point as an angry frown.
Just then, Draco felt his eyes to moisten. They got warmer. Tears were forming, for the first time, at an alarming rate. He had to get away. He couldn't let anyone see him like that. He ran. He ran so fast that everything blurred past him. He ran into the toilets, found a cubicle, slammed the lock shut and slumped onto the toilet seat. With his head in his hands, his body shook uncontrollably as he tried to fight the tears escaping his eyes. He cried silently for a few minutes until he returned to reality.
"Why am I crying? What's the point?"He whispered through his shudders.
As he straightened his back, dried his face and stood up, his sadness transformed into hate. Hate for Harry Potter. And that's how it all began. All of the snidey comments. The looks of disgust. The bullying in general.
Hate.
Such a strong word. And that's what Draco thought he felt for Harry. It wasn't until second year at Hogwarts that Draco realised that he wanted more. When the rumours were circulating about Harry being the heir of Slytherin, Draco secretly hoped that it was true. And if it was, that could be something that could bring them closer again. Maybe Harry could be moved into Slytherin was what he kept thinking, and hoping. The Slytherin Prince and The Heir of Slytherin had a nice ring to it but then again, he thought that he only thought about friendship. He was only just hitting his teens at that stage. As time progressed, his feelings became deeper and stronger. He realised, by fourth year, that he didn't only want a new friend, he wanted a boyfriend. He spent most nights thinking about Harry in the Triwizard Tournament. He sometimes cried. He didn't want to, but his heart forced it. He was worried for Harry. He wanted to be there supporting him through each task, and when Harry appeared with a dead Cedric, Draco wanted to be the one there with Harry in his arms, telling him that everything was going to be okay.
He had never actually considered himself gay. He just thought in was a, sort of, man crush. He still found girls attractive. He has even slept with girls…Many girls. He thought it was just a phase. This 'phase', however still stayed with him. Any girl he was with seemed to resemble Harry. Draco always saw the messy hair, the glasses – which always seemed to be broken – and his green eyes.
Draco sometimes felt alone. He had to lie to his friends. All of them. He couldn't tell them that he was in love with a Gryffindor. A male Gryffindor. Harry Potter to be precise. He couldn't tell them that instead of dreading their Slytherin-Gryffindor lessons, he embraced them with full force. They were his best chances to sneak glances at the messy haired boy.
Draco's little flashback ended as he walked through the doors of the Great Hall. His train of thought was broken by emeralds. Harry's emerald eyes. They may have been looking directly at Hermione but he could still feel as though he was under their spell.
"Ha! He must've got my note" Draco laughed to himself
"What note?" Came a voice from beside Draco as a hand gripped on his shoulder.
"Nothing, mate. So Blaise, what are you doing up so early?"
"Me? I heard you walking around the dorm hours ago." Shit Draco's face dropped. "Sounded like you were pacing. You okay, mate?" Blaise asked, sounding slightly concerned, with his usual sarcasm intertwined.
"I… I'm fine" He replied, patting his hand on Blaise's back, "Come on, let's get something to eat before Crabbe and Goyle eat it all"
The two friends laughed as they made their way over to the slytherin table and began to fill their plates with as much as their stomachs could handle. They were eating practically in silence, concentrating on their respective plate, until they heard a squeal. A loud squeal that caused Draco to choke on the bite of toast that he had attempted to swallow at that very second. As Blaise slapped him on the back to ease the coughing, he glared straight towards the source of the shock. The Gryffindor table. He glared at Hermione hyperventilating and Ron who just so happened to look as gormless as ever.
Do they know it's me?
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