Secret Garden : A Drarry Fanfiction

Prologue (W.I.P)

A hooded figure swept across Hogwarts grounds cautiously, slipping into the forbidden forest away from the usual trail.

These actions called for the attention of a raven, who's bright green eyes followed the mysterious person down the path, though this raven stay perched and didn't dare move until the individual was well out of sight and earshot.

With a swiftness like the wind, the concealed figure rushed off the beaten route in the forest, dissappearing into the brush just as a certain Gryffindor slid into view.

Having lost that suspicious person adorned in a coat, the boy reluctantly backed away with a sigh of irritation, only until he was entering the castle were the sly and silvery glowing eyes of the veiled stranger that seemed to be hiding in the bushes revealed. With the soft snap of cloak, the peculiar being turned and rushed further off into the woods.

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Harry sat up in his bed, hair astray, and a groggy expression on his face. He slid slowly onto the floor, mind hazy with tire, and trudged to the bathroom. Looking into the mirror, he let out a soft yawn as he observed the dark bags under his eyes with disdain.

He had staked out all of last night just to catch a glimpse of that strange cloaked figure. They've piqued his interest for some time now, he almost didn't have time to worry about whatever Malfoy was probably planning.

Something was up with that boy, he swore it. He was certain that the blonde was coming up with some strange scheme to antagonize him and his friends. It doesn't help that there's some strange person running around the forbidden forest in the dead of night doing who knows what.

He was pretty sick of solving problems for people, but this one was interesting to him. He didn't get a malicous feeling from the other party, but he couldn't be so sure. He pulled his toothbrush out of the cup and squeezed a line of toothpaste on it as he thought about what he saw last night.

His hands moved on their own, placing his toothbrush under the faucet and allowing the cool water to run along it's bristles for a short period of time before he shoved it in his mouth and absentmindedly began to brush. He looked off to the side and towards the plain stone walls of the dormitory bathroom as he listed the events that transpired to lead up to this point.

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Malfoy, as always, was busy finding some way to ruin Harry's day. He sat upon the sill of the window, waiting for the golden boy to stroll down the hallways. As Harry moved towards the courtyard, he was startled by the face of the self proclaimed Silver prince of Slytherin. Malfoy let out a low chuckle as he watched Harry's face scrunch is surprise and annoyance at his sudden appearance. Harry stared dully at him as he let out a miffed;

"Sod off, Malfoy." His right eye twitched almost violently as he spoke. This was highly amusing to the boy, he taunted Harry a bit more with a cocky counter remark.

"Aw, did I scare our little star? I'm sorry that I'm in the same hall as THE Harry Potter~ How dare I breathe your blessed air." He commented, babytalking slightly in the middle before his tone reached a more mature and mocking intonation.

Harry let out a deep sigh. "I didn't mean it like that and you know it. Can't you let me be this once? Have nothing better to do than follow me around like a lost puppy?" He added back, mouth curling into a smirk at his last remark.

"Oh woof, Potter. Let me have fun every once in a while~ being the best is great, yes, but it gets boring at times. So~ I have to amuse myself by going for the runner upper." He started off upright with crossed arms, though as he continued to speak his hands found their way to his hips as he softly bent his waist to loom over the shorter than average Gryffindor below him.

Harry was becoming somewhat uncomfortable as Malfoy leered at him, especially because of their height difference, which confused Harry greatly. Malfoy was definitely not this tall last year, what changed for him to sprout up like a bean stalk?

He wasn't enjoying the way Malfoy looked down at him, that damned smug look almost plastered onto his face. Unfortunately, with Malfoy leaning over him like this, he could basically see every detail on the others body.

Not that he was paying attention to any of them or anything, they're just so obvious it'd be strange not to notice them. Like how Malfoy's eyes seemed just a bit more lustrous, almost as if they were made of liquid silver. The boys almost platnium blonde hair was... longer? Shinier?

It just looked more healthy overall. It was definitely a centimeter or two longer than last time he checked. Which he most definitely doesn't do often, so of course it's natural for hair to grow over time.

Regardless, he was a bit more toned and his skin a bit flusher, basically shimmering, almost blemish free. The light beauty marks on his neck and under his eye were more prominent on his pale skin than before and his lips were definitely a darker shade of red, softer too.

The lips that Harry DOES NOT keep track of, he just so happened to notice thank you very much. He almost couldn't find a flaw on the boy, if it weren't for that vitriolic smile on his face, he probably would've mistaken him for a fresh flower covered in misty dew after rain.

HOWEVER. His beauty does not change the fact that he's an evil prat, and is most definitely up to something. Harry just didn't know what he was up to, but it couldn't be anything good, god knows the stuck up Slytherin probably didn't even know the definition of the word! That's just how horrendous he was. Probably.

With a sigh, Harry pushed the Malfoy heir out of the way as he walked by. The boy sneered at the sleeve Harry touched when he was moving him out of the way with disdain as he frantically swiped at it as if it was covered in some kind of... poisonous dirt.. or something. Atleast that's what it looked like to Harry when he glanced back at the blonde.