DRACO'S P.O.V
I looked out over the lake. It was pretty at night. Not just pretty, beautiful. Just like him... I know he'll hate me. He already hates me. I sigh and gaze at the mountains in the distance. I could ask him if he wants to come to Hogsmeade with me some time. But he'll think it's a ploy. A plan to capture him.
I draw my knees to my chest and wrap my arms around them.
"Bit late to be out, isn't it Malfoy?" a voice behind me asks.
My head snaps around. It's him. Harry Potter. The boy of my dreams. Act cool I think.
"Could ask you the same thing, Golden Boy." I sneer. You messed up so badly I scold myself.
Yet Harry sits next to me.
"I needed time to think," he tells me. "I guess I'm agreeing with you for once," I answer.
"Honestly, I don't know why you hate me," Harry sighs.
"I don't!" I argue. "You're the one that hates me."
He looked confused and shook his head. After a few seconds we both laughed.
"Well I guess that's two years of resentment towards each other for no reason." Harry chuckled.
"I guess so..." I was surprised at how easily we put aside everything.
Harry looked at me deeply. "You have nice eyes," he pointed out.
I could feel myself blushing.
"That says a lot coming from the hottest guy in our year." I joke before I could bite my tongue.
"You don't really think that," he said.
"But I do," I answered truthfully.
Before I knew what was happening, his lips were on mine. Soft at first, then more desperate.
After a while, I broke away.
"Well, um..." he cleared his throat. "I should go to bed."
I grin. "Mind if I Slytherin?" I ask.
And that's how I now have the Chosen One lying next to me, half-asleep as I play with his hair.