Title: Daunting

Pairing: Harry and Draco

POV: Draco

Summary: I knew in the end I would fight for him, kill for him and probably die for him, but I didn't care because he saved me from my worst possible enemy…myself.

Rating: T for now

Disclaimer: I do not own harry potter if I did I would not be on here doing this. I also don't own the Steven King quote and if you can find it in there somewhere you get a gold sticker.

Author notes: Hello everyone, it's been mentioned in a review that it's a bit confusing which pov it's in so I'll say at the start of every chapter that the whole story will be in Draco's point of view who is telling the story to his daughter. There is going to be no switching between characters or anything like that, it' all in Draco's view, hope that's cleared up and no one gets confused now.

Thank you to my wonderful reviewers …. I do this now for you

Chapter 8.

"Malfoy, Finnigan," we looked at each other and the Irish boy grabbed his bag and moved to sit next to me. Snape carried on reading names out from the list but I paid no attention, he was captivating, I'd never noticed him before now, he garbed his last piece of parchment and strode over to me, I moved my own things and he placed his on the desk. He turned to face me, I expected some snide comment or a plea for me to just do all the work and let him bunk off for the project before us but he somewhat surprised me.

"Truce?" he purred, his accent creating a deep rumble in his stomach from the offset of the word.

"Why?" I asked curiously.

"Because I want to pass, and I'm sure you do to, so why not? It's better for the both of us and anyway I bet I'm not half as bad as you think I am," he chuckled at me and let a grin spread across his rough face.

I nodded slightly back to him, my agreement to his request.

This was going to be a long term.

*Page break*

We sat together in the library in silence, every now and then I would look up to see him glancing at me every so often.

"What?" I finally snapped after the hundredth time of looking up after feeling his eyes flick back to me.

"Nothing," he said and neither did I.

*Page break*

"You like him."

"What?" Blaise plonked himself down on my bed, threw his feet underneath him and looked at me as though I were stupid.

"Finnigan stupid."

"I don't know what you mean," I stood up and attempted to look as though I were searching through my trunk for some object.

"You do too know what I mean Dray," he sat up slightly straighter.

"Know I don't and don't call me Dray you know I hate it," I snapped back at him.

"You can't fall me Malfoy, I know you better than anyone, and as your best friend I would say go for it," he grinned at me and I chuckled.

"Maybe I will," I whispered.

*Page break*

"Draco," Seamus shouted from the other end of the corridor, I paused in my steps and Blaise paused with me, we looked at each other and he smirked at me, the Irish boy ran over, hair a mess and a frown placed on his face, "Can I had a word?"

"You've already had several Finnigan, and with that look I'll take me leave, excuse me, Draco I'll see you at dinner," I nodded in his vague direction but my eyes were firmly on the taller boy in front of me.

"What is it Seamus?" I asked in a quiet tone.

"Would you like to go to Hogsmeed with me?" he asked nervous for I think the first time I had ever seen him.

"I'd love to," I smiled at him.

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