Drunk In Love

CHAPTER ONE

Harry was sitting with Ron and Hermione at the Gryffindor table, talking about the O.W.L.S.. They were this week, and everyone was too stressed out to remember anything, except Hermione, of course. She had been studying since the beginning of the year, and now she was scolding everyone who was complaining about not having enough time. Everyone tuned her out, naturally, but Harry had never been listening to begin with. He had been too busy staring at a certain Slytherin...

Draco Malfoy was sitting between his friends, if you could call them that, Crabbe and Goyle. He was sneering, as usual, at a first year who had somehow knocked Professor Dumbledore's pedestal to the ground, breaking many of the candles on it. Harry has been obsessed with Malfoy since first year, but he played it out as hatred. How could he feel anything else about his sworn enemy?

"Oi, mate, are you alright?"

Harry quickly snapped out of his daze to look at his best friend, Ron Weasley.

"Huh? Oh yeah, 'course." He didn't sound very convincing, but Ron believed him anyway. Hermione, however, was much more interested.

"Who were you goggling at, Harry?" She smirked at him, clearly not letting on that she knew very well who he was staring at.

"I dunno what you mean, 'Mione." He smiled warmly at her, hoping she would let it go. She did, but not after huffing and smiling knowingly at him.

After a few more minutes of talking, they were dismissed to their common rooms for the night. Ron and Hermione had left before Harry, because he had somehow managed to drop an entire pumpkin pasty onto his robes. Just as he got up to walk to his dorm, he was stopped by none other than Malfoy.

"Hey, Scarhead! Did you hear? Snape has assigned partners for his exams!" He sneered.

"And? I don't have much time for this, Malfoy." Harry retorted.

He glared at him before speaking again. "We're partners, you bloody imbecile! And I don't need you to ruin my work."

"P-partners? Us?"

"Y-yes, u-us. What's with the stutter, Potter? You get a chance to admire me up close." He smirked at him, noticing a light blush on his cheeks. And with that, he left, before Harry could even speak, flanked by Crabbe and Goyle.

"Bloody Hell... bloody hell!" Harry thought as he sprinted towards the common room. "Malfoy? Out of everyone, him?! This is going to ruin me..."