Something Real - A Drarry story

Chapter 1 - The Great Hall

Harry walked over to the Gryffindor table, eyeing the benches for a place to sit. Harry grinned, spying the redhead he walked with. He was waving to Harry, patting the seat beside him. Harry quickly trotted over, swinging a leg under the table to sit.

"Bloody hell! Harry Potter is sitting next to me!" Ron exclaimed, a wide smile on his freckled face.

"You've got luck, mate," Harry snickered, puffing out his chest.

Ron made a face, and the duo laughed.

"Do you morons mind keeping it down?"

Harry looked to see who was sitting next to Ron, lifting an eyebrow when spotting a messy-haired brunette girl with brown eyes and a book of spells. She turned her head to face him, locking eyes a giving a small smile.

"Seriously, you make me want to laugh," the girl said.

Ron turned back to Harry with a shrug, his light blue eyes filled with confusion. Harry leaned closer to the edge of the table to peer at the girl.

Harry smiled, "I'm Harry."

The girl scoffed, smiling. She then said quietly, "Hermione Granger. Nice to meet you."

Harry nodded, sitting back down to talk with Ron. He grimaced. Ron was wearing a dejected expression, and he mumbled, "Yeah, and I'm Ron. Thanks for asking."

Harry laughed, elbowing Ron in the side slightly. Ron jumped with a squeak, turning to Harry to throw a weak insult. As Ron was trying to smack Harry, he couldn't shake the feeling of being stared at.

When Ron went after the chicken, Harry stood up and leaned over the table, swinging his head from side to side. Not a single black, red, and golden-yellow robed student was staring at him. Harry then stood taller, getting a decent look at the Ravenclaw table.

Black, blue, and silver, but no eyes on him.

Hufflepuff, maybe?

Black, yellow, and silver. Again, no eyes on him.

Harry sat down, confused. He turned around, looking at the Slytherin table. Black, green, and silver. So many Slytherins. Harry then glanced to the middle of the table.

There.

Sitting just a ways away from Harry on the side closest to him was a pale boy with gray-blue eyes and bright blonde hair.

The boy met Harry's eyes and color immediately flushed to his face. The boy turned to his table mates, pulling his hood up over his head.

Harry stared at the boy's back, feeling his heart throb in some kind of weird excitement. The boy was beautiful. As beautiful as a boy could possibly be.

"-rry."

"Harry."

"Harry!"

Harry turned back to his table, looking over at Ron. Harry swung a leg over the outside of the bench, crossing his arms as he gazed at Ron.

"What?"

Ron grumbled, "Who you lookin' at, mate? Find some girl?"

Harry blinked, suddenly startled by Ron's question. Harry shook his head. Ron shrugged turning back to Hermione. Harry looked back to the blonde Slytherin, watching as he got up from his table and began to walk in the direction of the Great Hall doors.

Harry squeezed Ron's shoulder, grasping his attention as he spoke, "I'm turning in for the night. See you there."

Before either Ron or Hermione could respond, Harry swung his leg over the bench, quickly following the Slytherin boy through the doors.

Harry slowed his pace, closing the door behind him. When he turned, he noticed the boy glancing at him.

Thmp.

Harry's fingers twitched as something in his chest sped up slightly. The boy began to glare at Harry, and he raised his hands in defense.

"What?" Harry asked.

The boy turned to look at Harry. He was shorter than him, and most definitely attractive.

"You're staring at me. Got something to say, Potter?" the boy spat.

Harry blinked, letting his hands fidget with his robes.

"I noticed you staring at me during dinner and I-" Harry began.

"Lies!" the boy cried, bringing a hand up to cover his slowly flushing face.

Harry smiled at him teasingly. He watched as the boy scowled even more, bringing his hood off his head. Harry took a step towards the boy. 

"I'm not sure what you thought I was going to say or do, but all I want is your name." Harry snickered.

The boy blinked, swiftly letting his hand fall to his side. He looked away, mumbling something. Harry took another step closer, leaning forward with a hand behind his ear.

"What?" Harry asked, squinting.

"M-Malfoy. Draco, Malfoy," the boy stuttered, turning to Harry.

Draco jumped back from Harry, his startled gray-blue eyes scanning Harry. Harry laughed, walking towards Draco. He stopped, placing his left hand on Draco's shoulder. Draco flinched, making a faint whimpering sound.

Harry leaned down, his lips level with Draco's ear. Harry whispered, "Thanks. See you around, Draco."

Draco shivered as Harry's warm breath brushed his neck. When he realized what Harry said, he stiffened, shoving him away before Harry could see the blush spreading across his face.

Harry laughed, knocking shoulders with Draco as he passed. Harry turned, giving Draco a charming smile while he left him to drown in embarrassment and struggle to not become flustered.

. . .

Draco hurried into his room, closing and locking the door behind him. He panted, slumping down against the wall. Draco stared at his trunk, his hand reaching up to touch the area on his neck where the famous Harry Potter's breath hit.

Draco gulped, shaking his head wildly. He slowly stood up, slipping off his robes and hanging them onto the hanger posted on the wall next to his bed. Draco loosened his tie with a hand, running his fingers through his slicked hair to mess it up.

Draco scowled, clicking his teeth at the thought of what Harry said earlier.

"Bloody idiot, he can't say things like that to me!" Draco shouted, his face flushing for the third time that night.

Draco turned for his bathroom to get undressed. He stood in the mirror, staring with curiosity as he unbuttoned his shirt. For a moment, Draco swore he saw a bright red hickey where Harry had breathed.

Draco exhaled, trying to keep himself from becoming even more flustered.

Draco went back into his room, sitting on his bed. He reached up, shutting his curtains. The lights went out, and Draco lay down in bed. He scowled, fidgeting in his pajamas. He had no idea that he would be flirted with by the famous Harry Potter.

Thmp, thmp.

Draco reached to place a hand on his heart swiftly, gritting his teeth.

Draco sighed, "I know he's attractive, but one meeting can't make me fancy him."

Draco ran through his thoughts, reassuring himself that it was just Harry's looks and nothing deeper. Draco clicked his teeth, growing frustrated as his train of thought wandered to his first class.

Potions class. Draco smirked, snickering to himself, "Father bought me everything I need. Good thing I studied before school. Don't want to end up with the brain of a Weasley."

Draco laughed, growing quiet as he stared at the top of his bed. Harry flirted with him earlier. He enjoyed it.

Draco's face burned immediately, and he curled up into a ball under his covers. Maybe a good nights rest would fix Draco.