Lips Of An Angel ♥ Drarry [Harry Styles/Draco Malfoy] ♥

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so this story will be taking place during everyone's sixth year of hogwarts ... we're going to pretend that the battle is over already but of course there's still tension between slytherin and gryffindor, like always. i'm writing this fanfic for my best friend who's a harry potter dork like me and loves 1D c: drarry is one of my favorite bromances so i decided to change up the bromance and do it with harry styles and the boys of 1D if they were in hogwarts ^.^ so basicaly louis, liam and harry are in gryffindor, niall and zayn are in slytherin (they're replacing grabbe&goyle) any questions? don't be afraid to ask! also please comment/vote/fan ^.^ i want to know if i should continue on with this story or not <3 also i'm american so i don't know british slang so it really isn't going to be used much :\

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♥Prologue♥

*Year Four- Just After Harry Potter Won The Second Challenge In The Triwizard Tournament*

Draco stormed off, not wanting to be a part of the "celebration" any longer. What was so good about it, anyway? Potter had done it again- he'd somehow managed to cheat in the Triwizard Tournament and placed higher than he deserved. How did the twit do it? He came in dead last!

"Stupid Potter," He mumbled under his breath, kicking the ground with his shoes as he went. He wanted to be as far away from the Black Lake as possible. Of course, he couldn't go into the forest or off school grounds. Maybe he could grab his broom from where he'd hidden it at the edge of the woods and go for a little ride. Surely some time by himself would help him calm down. "Stupid, stupid- hey! Watch where you're going!" Draco spit as he walked into someone.

"S-sorry," A boy with curly brown hair stuttered, looking down at his feet. Damnit, Draco! You ran into him!

"Don't ever touch me again," Draco growled, his voice hard like always. Only, this time, he was finding it hard to keep his voice frozen like ice. Inside he was growing warm and tingly, a feeling that this curly haired boy always seemed to evoke in him.

"S-sorry, D-Draco," The boy stammered again, keeping his gaze on the ground.

"Why aren't you with the rest of your House?" Draco asked, nodding coldly over his shoulder towards the castle. The crowds had left the Lake and the grounds were silent. "Don't you want to go celebrate Potter's victory?"

"I prefer to be by myself," The boy says, his eyes locking onto Draco's. If Draco wasn't so damn good at hiding his emotions he surely would have melted. The boy's eyes shimmered in the afternoon sun, the green picking up flecks of light and shining them back at Draco's eyes like glitter. He could get lost in those forest green eyes. "I'll be going...sorry about running into you."

Before Draco could utter another word the boy was gone, running up the hill towards the castle. Draco sighed deeply and fell to the ground,not caring that he was out in the open for anyone to see. He was alone. Everyone was inside celebrating. Draco looked up and watched the boy pull his black coat tighter around his shoulders and disappear into the castle.

If only he knew the Gryffindor's name.