If Only (Drarry story)

Potions

God. What a rubbish way to waste my time. Potions. Crabbe looks about ready to turn into a zombie. Well, more of one than he is. I suppose I could work on the stupid Charms essay from stupid Flitwick. My father would not approve. He should've sent me to Durmstrang. But then again, he's the one expecting me to marry some random girl. What does he know?

Wait a minute, I think I have a daydream potion in the bottom of my bag. Yes, they're from the Weasley twins' shop, but with what I'm expected to do, I more than deserve this. Besides, I have no problem with the Weasleys. My family does. And those my family reports to, who I refuse to name for the knotted feeling it gives my stomach.

Here I go again, I can't get any sort of peace for even a second. Quickly downing the daydream potion while Slughorn drawls on about God knows what. Thank God, it's already taking me away.

[author's note: the daydream potion in this story creates a daydream of what the drinker most wants]

I'm on the train to Hogwarts. Again. Blaise and Pansy are sitting opposite my seat, we're talking about things that don't matter. I complain about Hogwarts, Pansy gets clingy. She has a bit of a thing for me, it's quite obvious. It's the exact same as our first day back. The train pulls up to the platform. But my bag isn't moving this time. And still, I stay on the train. Like I know something's about to happen. I sit there for about five minutes, completely still. Someone was waiting behind the door between the carriages. All of a sudden, it crashes open. I whip my head around. It's Potter. Not hiding in my bag. At the door. I jump up and have my wand ready to fire. Potter looks... shocked? What the hell else would he be here for?

'Don't come any closer! Stay back' , I whisper-shout.

'Draco. I'm not here to fight you.'

'Then what are you doing in the Slytherin compartment??'

'This.'

And with that, he moved inches away from me. I dropped my wand, and leaned in without thinking...

"Draco!" "Draco!"

"What, Goyle??"

"You're asleep with your eyes open, couldn't wake you up. Class ended 'bout fifteen minutes ago. Crabbe says we have shortened classes today."

I forgot. Shit. Not only did I forget, I've been entranced by possibly the strangest daydream for half of the next class. All the while, sitting in my seat staring straight ahead.

"Draco, we were wondering where you'd gone!"

Wow. Even Slughorn's clued in. Lovely.

I gather my things at breakneck speed, and sprint to class, maybe it will distract from whatever the hell I just imagined.