Feel - Drarry [discontinued]

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Jumping back in time with my imaginary TARDIS to dedicate this chapter to a badass motherfucker and fellow drarry ff writer Miamay101. Second person to comment on my story - love love love you for this!

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Harry felt his temper rising as he watched Malfoy smiling with his friends. These feelings confused him. Lately he had noticed himself thinking the weirdest things whenever in the presence of his “archenemy”. Just this morning he had caught himself thinking of his mesmerizing eyes like liquid silver, he shook his head violently. What was happening to him?

“Harry? Are you there?” Hermione asked waving a hand in front of his eyes.

He snapped out it and looked at her slightly annoyed, “yeah, I’m here Hermione!.. Let’s just get to class” he sighed.

Hermione and Ron shared a knowing glance before following Harry to the dungeons. They had Potions together with Slytherin a prospect Harry wasn’t too excited about.

Their teacher, Professor Slughorn stood in front of the room already smiling as the students entered. He was a short, old man with an immense belly and no hair whatsoever. He was known to collect students with great talent or heritage making them join his exclusive ‘slug club’. Harry was one of the first to be reaped much against his will but Dumbledore had asked him to get close to the professor.

“Harry, my boy” he exclaimed when Harry entered, “how are you?”

“Good, thank you, professor” he answered politely and sat down together with his friends.

“Oh! I had planned to put you together across Houses today” he smiled smugly, “to acquire new friends” he further explained as the entire class sighed simultaneously, “now, don’t get so upset. It’s only for a year” this did nothing to lift their spirits though but Slughorn didn’t let it bother him in the slightest.

“Harry, if you would sit there together with Mr Malfoy. Granger there with Ms Parkinson. Finnigan and Bulstrode” he chuckled, “Weasley with Goyle” and so he continued until every Gryffindor had been paired with a Slytherin.

“Saint Potter” Malfoy greeted him half-heartedly. Harry looked at him, for a moment surprised at the lack of any snide comments.

“Malfoy”

They made the potion in silence. Since Draco was a far better potioneer than Harry,  he took the lead. Today’s assignment was making a presentable ‘antidote to uncommon poisons’ in which they succeeded rather well. Afterwards Malfoy left quickly once again without his usual mockery. Harry was stunned. He wondered if something was wrong, he had noticed that Draco had gotten very pale and thinner lately. He felt a puff of concern towards the blonde but shook it off.

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Potions had been the last class of today so Draco went straight to his dorm. He was tired and had no energy left to work on the Vanishing Cabinet. As he lay in bed, his thoughts turned to a certain green-eyed boy. Ever since the Tri-Wizard Tournament, he had felt strange when in presence of Saint Potter. He had begun noticing the way his entire face lit up when he smiled or how his leafy eyes twinkled when he was happy. Stop it, Draco! He commanded himself. It was no good anyway. If he truly had feelings for the Potterboy, acting on them would be impossible. It was better if he just forgot about it.

A soft knock on his door drew him back to reality. He sat up as Blaise entered.

“Hey” he said walking towards the bed, “are you okay? You left so quickly”

“I’m fine.” Draco answered in a barely audible voice clearly stating, he was feeling quite the opposite. Blaise settled down beside him and took his shaking hand.