The Hidden Promise

Chapter 1: Unspoken Desires

Harry's POV:

I sat in the Potions classroom, nervously fidgeting with a potion bottle as I stole glances at Draco Malfoy, my partner for the class. The truth was, I had been harboring a secret crush on him for quite some time now. But given our reputations as enemies and his obvious hatred for me, I knew it was a feeling I could never reveal.

Lost in my thoughts, I was startled back to reality as Draco's voice pierced through my daydreaming. "Potter!" he called out, his frustration evident. "Can you focus? You almost blew us up!"

Confused, I looked down at my hand and saw the near-disastrous mix of Erumpent Potion with the Exploding Fluid. "Oh shit," I muttered, quickly setting the Erumpent Potion aside. My heart raced with embarrassment. I couldn't help but think that moments like these were precisely why Draco despised me.

"What's wrong with The Golden Boy?" Draco scoffed, rolling his eyes. I clenched my fists, determined not to let his dismissive words get to me. "Nothing's wrong with me," I muttered under my breath, unwilling to give him the satisfaction of my frustration.

"Yeah, sure. And you didn't almost kill us, Potter," Draco retorted, turning his attention back to our unfinished potion. Sighing softly, I couldn't help but acknowledge my own clumsiness. It seemed like I always managed to make a fool of myself in front of him.

"Potter, if you don't come help me make this potion, my father will hear about this," Draco grumbled, irritation lacing his voice. Reluctantly, I moved to his side, doing my best to assist him in completing the potion. We worked in silence, the tension between us palpable.

Once we finished, we cautiously handed our potion to Professor Snape, who scrutinized it with his usual stern expression, a nod of approval was all we received. Draco and I turned back to our own potion station, the brief moment of validation from Snape doing nothing to ease the tension between us.

"Mr. Potter, why was Draco yelling at you earlier?" Snape inquired, his voice laced with curiosity as he set our potion down. I stammered, struggling to find the right words to explain myself.

"I-I..." I began, but before I could finish, Draco interjected, his voice dripping with frustration. "Potter almost killed us, that's what he did!" he exclaimed, hitting me in the back of my head with a force that made me wince. "Ouch, that hurt," I mumbled, rubbing the sore spot on my head.

"No one cares, Potter, and my father will hear about how you almost killed me," Draco hissed, storming off towards our potion station. I followed behind him, feeling a mix of frustration and longing. This was precisely why I couldn't confess my feelings to him, it would only fuel his hatred for me.

As we waited for the bell to ring, signaling the end of class, Draco continued to mutter under his breath. "Stupid Potter, my father will hear about this," he muttered, his words barely audible. I sighed, my heart heavy with the weight of unspoken desires.

This was the reality of our complicated relationship. I knew deep down that I could never tell Draco how I felt, fearing the consequences it would bring. 

As the bell finally rang, Draco and I gathered our belongings and headed out of the classroom. The day had only just begun, and I couldn't help but wonder what other challenges and surprises awaited us on this tumultuous journey.

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