When you see my truth (drarry fanfic)

Chapter 3. Hogwarts

-Draco's pov-

He really does like to take long, uninteresting speeches, that Dumbledore. I couldn't care less. I couldn't care less about that thing to girl sitting besides me either.

"Hey, why didn't you sit with us on the way here?" Pansy asks me.

"I have a headache." I lied. Or technically, now when I think about it, I do have a headache, can't she just leave me alone?

"Oh my poor Draco, I know a spell that can fix that! Wait let me try..."

"No, I'll be fine on my own. Don't you have anything better to do?" I snapped at her.

"Wow wow wow calm down slytherin prince." said Blaise from the other side of Draco. Crabbe and Goyle sits in front of him, seemly listening to Dumbledore's rant about everything.

I sneered at Blaise and kept looking around for anything interesting. My gaze froze at the always famous Harry Potter. He looked like he had last year. Same curly unkempt black hair and round glasses. Just the thought of falling in love with him made me want to vomit. But I knew that no one else in this school hates me as much as he does, well, maybe a Weasley, but hey, here must be some moderation. I'll NEVER sink so low to actually try and fall in love with the weasel or the she-weasel. And on top of the hatred, Harry was most certainly not gay. He would never think of me in a romantic way. The thought alone was laughable. 

Potter looked very busy listening to Dumbledore's speech, he didn't notice me staring, but the weasel did. He shot me a hateful glare and I answered with a sly smirk before turning away my gaze.

The first years were sorted and the food appeared on the tables. I looked at it with disgust. During my stay at home this summer I've stopped eating. Not totally, off course, but I don't eat as much as I use to. Food doesn't seem interesting to me anymore. I feel like throwing up just looking at it. I don't want to eat, but I don't want any weird looks from the other Slytherins either, so I fill my plate with food and start picking.

In the end, around three mouthfuls made it to the stomach. I hurried down the corridor to the dungeons and the Slytherin home. I hate to go down there. I hate dungeons. Halfway there I ran into someone around the corner. Snape's dark eyes glared down at me as I got up from the floor.

-Harrys pov-

It was fantastic being back in Hogwarts again. The summer at the Dursleys' had been suffocating. Now I'm finally at home. I'm going to spend this year with my friends, getting good grades and do everything a normal teenager would. I don't want to spend another year dwelling on Voldemort. I know I must play hero for everyone, but can't it wait until I've at least graduated? Haha, that sounded pathetic.

But now I wont think of that. I spent the train ride here with Ron and Hermione as usual, we catched up and talked. Hermione's hair wasn't as frizzy as it used to and you could actually say that she begun to look very attractive, at least in Ron's eyes, as much as he was drooling over her.

Now we're in the great hall listening to Dumbledore, it was good seeing him again. I feel safe, protected. I was listening to his speech when Ron poked me with his elbow.

"what?" I whispered.

"Malfoy was staring at you." he said. I looked over at the blond slytherin. He had changed very much during the vacation. His features wasn't as childish and his cheekbones was visibly sharper. Actually, it's surprising so much he's changed. It could barely fall under natural, but after all, it's Malfoy we're talking about. He probably stuffed his mouth full with all different kinds of beauty potions during the vacation. The only problem I could see was the fact that he'd gotten visibly thinner, but I didn't care. No, I would actually like the fact that not everything was perfect with our beloved bully's life. I turned my attention back to the teacher's table, it was then I noticed that Snape's place was vacant. I knew Snape was here somewhere, I've seen him earlier. But it didn't matter. I was happy being able to avoid the ugly git.

Soon the food appeared on our table and I ate with joy. I wasn't the only one. Ron stuffed his face with chicken and Hermione happily ate from the fine shrimps.

I didn't even notice Malfoy leaving earlier than everyone else, nor would I've cared if I did.

-Draco's pov-

"Excuse me, professor." I said, stumbling up to my feet. He stared at me with disgust. Even if I've found myself under my godfathers likening during the years it didn't change the fact that he always gave the impression of hating everything and everyone. Almost as me, though I couldn't show it.

"Watch where you're going, I don't want you making a fool out of yourself." he said. I nodded and quickly passed, feeling his gaze at my back.

Sometimes it was fun having Snape liking you. Like in the potion lessons when he always picked points from Gryffindor but never Slytherin. How he always praised me but only put bad remarks on Potter and his friends.

I entered my room and prepared for bed. It was late and I felt tired. It felt like ages ago since I had a proper night's sleep, but I didn't expect being able to sleep very comfortably now either.

I sunk into my bed and pulled the green quilt over me. Closer, closer I held it. Harder my grip got. My knuckles where white when I finally drifted into an uneasy sleep.