An Inconvenient Attachment | Drarry

Chapter One ☽ . .❞

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      Torches lined the halls, casting the corridor in an orange-tinted glow. Harry walked alone, his footsteps echoing as he continued down. These hallways always feel longer when I'm late for class. The bitter thought encouraged him to pick up his pace. He held his books tighter against his chest as he began to run down the halls. 

     But, before he could turn the corner, someone ran right into him. He stumbled back, barely keeping his footing as his glasses fell straight off his head. Everything became blurry then, and all he could see was a blonde figure on the floor.

     "Blimey, are you okay?" Harry worriedly reached out a hand in front of him, hoping the person on the floor would take it.

     A hand grasped his, and he pulled up their weight. "Sorry about that; I wasn't paying attention." He chuckled lightly, but the person didn't respond: instead choosing to stare at him as he tried to find his glasses.

     Harry licked his lips. "By any chance, did you catch where my glasses went? I can't see a bloody thing without them."

     He could see the blurry figure move their head around before dropping back to the floor. They stood back up quickly and seemed to be facing back in his direction. "Can I place these on for you?" Harry froze.

     He knew that voice; after years of endless torment, it was hard to forget. An icy sensation filled his heart as he spat, "What are you doing here, Malfoy?"

     The blonde hair from before looked a lot different now that Harry knew who it belonged to. He waited for a snobby reply, but all he heard was the same question as before: "Can I put these back on you?"

     Harry hoped he was narrowing his eyes. "No! Just give them to me."

     He snatched what he thought were his glasses and placed them hastily back on his face. They were crooked (as always), but he didn't care. Everything went back into focus then, and he could see Draco in all his glory. However, his robe looked sloppier than usual, and his hair was more disheveled than he'd ever seen it. And why was he looking at him like that—

     Harry yelped in surprise as he was pushed against the wall, a body instantly eclipsing his frame. He turned to Draco in alarm, about to push him off, but a finger tilted his head up, making him pause. Silver met viridescent as their eyes connected together.

     "You're really hot," The words slid from Draco's mouth so easily, making Harry gasp slightly in surprise... until he processed them. How dare he— Harry wrenched himself from the wall and pushed against Draco's chest.

     "What the hell is wrong with you?!" He demanded, disgust clear on his face. "You say shitty things all the time, but saying stuff like that is a new fucking low."

     Harry gladly would've continued, but the bewilderment on Draco's face was too bizarre.

     "I'm sorry," the Slytherin said, tone apologetic, "but I'm not sure if we've ever met before."

     Harry furrowed his eyebrows. "Are you trying to play dumb? You literally spilled milk on my head last week and called me a bastard!"

     But all that Draco did was widen his eyes. "I swear that I've never seen you before; hell, I don't even know who anyone around here is. There are so many unfamiliar faces that claim to know me, and it's freaking me out."

     Something was definitely wrong, and while Harry disliked Draco, to put it lightly, that didn't mean he wouldn't help someone in need.

     "Okay..." Harry slowly murmured. "What's the first thing you remember from today?"