The Chosen One ~Drarry (Finished)

Emotions go to your head (Harry)

I stayed with him until we finished, Draco steadily sipping his black coffee, while I drank my hot chocolate, feeling the orgasmically warm liquid go into my stomach, bliss on the frosty morning. "You must be freezing" I said, turning to the boy ina hoodie when it was negative temperatures outside. "Get under this blanket."

"That's pretty gay Golden Boy" he said, half seriously. I laughed at him, and said,

"If you don't take half I'll give you all of it, and I'm shirtless. Get under here now before you get neumonia you idiot." He grinned, and I threw the blanket round him, making sure every part of him was covered, but he threw half of it round me, and I was allowed in too.

"I can't believe it, I'm under a blanket with shirtless Harry Potter. Every teenage girl's dream." I giggled self conciously.

"Hey, don't you start on that, you'll make me cringe."

"Why haven't you got a girlfriend then? You could litterally have any one in the whole school, even Ginny Weasley has a crush on you, and she's such a tomboy." My smile faded a little, thinking of the little girl I concidered to be almost a sister, and how wrong that would feel.

"No, I don't want to date any girls at the moment thanks."

"Boys then?" he asked matter of factly. "What? I'm just saying, it shouldn't matter to anyone if you got with a guy." I looked at him properly, someone who was so wrapped up in their own world, who hated me, who was from the least accepting house, tell me he didn't mind if I was gay. He was looking at my incredulous expression as if I was crazy- I guessed the Slytherins weren't all what they were said to be. Nor was he apparently.

"Er, thank you" I muttered, looking at my knees, which were tucked up under the blanket. "I'm bisexual though, so there's still a chance I might get a girlfriend some when in the future, when I settle down a bit."

"True" he said thoughtfully, maybe thinking of his own future, or lack of it. "Life's too short to worry about things like that, live for the day and all that."

"You've changed your tune." He smiled, and his arm brushed mine, giving me an electric shock, so that I twitched away. "Sorry. I'm not trying to come onto you or anything."

"I wouldn't expect you too" I replied. "Who would fall for me? The only decent thing people see about me is the fact that some bald bloke tried to kill me and missed, I'm not that exciting."

"Or maybe they fall for you because of your outstanding good looks, your intelligence, or kindness towards those which you should despise but are still kind to?"

"Maybe" I said, feeling embarrassed he'd called me all those things, and so openely too. "You sure you're not comming onto me?"

He blushed playfully, hanging his head, the top of the thick blanket brushing his hair forward so that it draped over his forehead like a shield. I had a sudden flash back to the previous night, when Ron had so lovingly tucked Hermioine up, with his own fluffy blanket. I looked up at the similar blanket above our heads that was draped like a tent, and wondered if the two were linked. No, I didn't have a crush on Draco Malfoy, I couldn't, he was straight, and he was obviously too wrapped up be having a relationship right now. Besides, his family hated me, he'd hated me just yesterday in fact. But I couldn't just forget about the fact he was so... god damn perfect. His silver eyes that peirced you almost if you looked at them for too long, his white-blonde hair that was in it's natrual state, slightly wavy and sticking straight up. Oh shit I was falling for him. No, Harry, you can't. He can't. You barely know him. That wasn't true. I knew that his favourite colour was grey, he didn't have a middle name, he'd dated Pansy in the first year, but no one since. That he had a mole on his left shoulder that I'd seen one day when he was swimming in the black lake that no one else knew about. Was I obsessed? I knew all these things about him that no one else did, little things that I'd somehow remembered for all those years, when I didn't speak to him on a daily basis. I didn't have a good memory exactly- I often forgot people's birthdays and things like that. Crap.