We Were Just Boys {DracoxHarry}

Quidditch Anyone?:

Harry P.O.V. (looking back):

Our first year at Hogwarts went by in a blur, with many smirks and jeers and 11-year-old insults between Malfoy and I. He never was one to let things go.

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*time skip second year*

Harry P.O.V.

Ron, Hermoine and I walked to the Great Hall for breakfast. All I could hear was the excited chatter of another year at Hogwarts. Later, it would be time for Quidditch practice, and Ron and I couldn't wait. Me, because I was Seeker of course, and Ron because he would be spending all of practice trying to get on Oliver Wood's good side, which few people were on.  

All throughout breakfast I could feel Malfoy's eyes on me from where he was sitting at the Slytherin table (green is so not his color), but I wouldn't dare give him the satisfaction of looking back. I already knew that if I did there would be a disgusted "Potter" following. 

Soon Ron and I head down to the Quidditch field, with Hermoine trailing behind us, lost in conversation with Luna Lovegood. I've grown to like her quite a bit, as strange as that sounds. She's not half bad, and she kind of understands what it's like. 

"Um, Harry? Guess who it is," Ron mutters beside me. 

"Well, well, it's little Scarface Potter." Of bloody course. Malfoy. 

"What are you doing here Draco?" 

"Why, I'm the new Slytherin Seeker," he smirks at me. 

"Are you sure you're up to it, Malfoy?" I respond, a challenge in my voice.

"Oh, anything you do, I can do it better," Malfoy says. 

"We'll see about that," I turn, determined not to look him in the eyes, those perfect silver eyes, ever again. Quidditch is going to be good this year, I think to myself. 

Author's note: I assure you, the chapters will get longer, and their interactions steamier. I just want to set the mood throughout the "story". Thanks for reading!! 

-Hayleigh <3