(A/N just so you know, this is Draco POV unless said otherwise)
I like Harry James Potter. I like him a lot. And it infuriates me that I spent two years in denial. But when the boy you like rejects your friendship, in front of the whole year, you want to hate him. So that's what I did, I hated him. I hated Harry throughout both first and second year. In second year I hated him even more, but for a different reason. In second year, I hated him because I liked him. I hated him because every time I saw him, my heart did a summersault in my chest. I hated him because every time he talked to me, the words became jumbled in my mouth. I hated him because every time I was near him, I wanted to melt into his arms.
It's now third year. I except I like Harry, even though he hates me. It's not hard to tell that. He hates me and all the Slytherins. I wish he wouldn't though. I wish he liked me back. I wish it with all my heart and soul, though if course, he never could. Who would like an ugly idiotic fag like me?
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Drarry- pick me up
FanfictionDraco likes Harry. He has since the first time he saw him, even if he didn't admit it to himself. Then when Harry rejected him in first year, Draco made himself believe he hated him. 'I'm not gay,' he thought, 'and I most certainly do not like Harry...