A Drarry Story-The Lion & The Snake

Chapter 4

Draco woke up early the next morning, way to early. He stretched as he sat up on what he thought was his bed, but his bed was cold and really hard. Draco looked at his 'bed' to see the cold, aged sone floor of the Hogwarts corridors. The boy looked around to see that he was in front of the portrait the Gryffindors use to hid their common room and dormitories.

Very confused, Draco stood up and started to walk back to his own room. He was glad that he had woken up early. It saved him the embarrassment of a student or teacher finding him curled up next to the Gryffindors. It was a colder morning and Draco was still wearing his clothes from the day before. He had been to tired the night before to change into pajamas. Sadly those clothes included a thin T-shirt which was not really helping him fend of the cold.

Silently climbing through the Slytherin portrait he made his way to the boys sleeping quarters. All the other were still asleep and Draco mentally high fived himself realizing no one would realize he was gone for half the night.

Draco just wanted it to be breakfast time already. He needed to read his mothers response to his letter. There was no doubt he would receive it this morning, his mother always replied immediately to letters. Draco had a sneaking suspicion that last nights little camping trip was a result of him being a Dothraki, and hoped it didn't pertain to a certain green-eyed Gryffindor being his Destined. It was the only answer he could come up with since he doesn't sleep walk and people are too afraid of the young Malfoy to pull a prank like that.

Even though it was one hour too early he started to get ready with great anticipation for breakfast. One by one the other boys started to wake up and get dressed for the day. It was a Monday and no one had any classes till the following week. This week was dedicated to getting settled back into Hogwarts.

Draco had taken a 15 minute shower and took his time fixing his hair and doing the rest of his morning routine. With 30 minutes left he decided it was time to get dressed. He picked up a random black Slytherin hoodie from his trunk and threw on some black sweatpants to go with it. He looked in the mirror and was satisfied with what he saw. He had to admit he was hot, he had worked out a lot that summer. So he decided to have a little fun. Spinning around while looking in the mirror he stopped and did finger guns to his reflection with a wink.

Turning away, he started to laugh. Even though he was stressed he felt good about himself today. As if something good was gonna happen. Heading out of the boys sleeping quarters he made his way through the common room which was starting to fill up with his fellow Slytherins. He met up with his two best friends who were chatting on one of the sofas. Blaise was the first to see him and alerted Pansy who stood up to hug Draco. 

Pansy was the only person he ever let hug him besides his mom. Even Blaise and him did the weird dude handshake thing instead. Blaise, getting up after Pansy, said good morning and the three climbed out of the portrait hole and headed towards the great hall. 

The trio laughed and pushed each other around but as they neared the great hall they stopped laughing and put their intimidating look on. Not many people get to see the fun side of any of the three young teens. Mostly people choose to stay away from them due to their reputation. It was easier that way and none of them liked people anyway.

Taking their usual seat in the middle of the Slytherins table they chattered about how hungry they were. Other students started to pour into the great hall and take their seats. Draco craned his neck to see the entrance and found the target of his search walking in with a Weasley and Hermione Granger. Harry Potter was looking as hot as ever. His hair was slightly messy and Draco could see his sharp  jawline from here. Harry's shirt was tight on his body and you could see his bicep muscles as well as the Gryffindor boy's 6-pack hinting through the shirt. Harry's jeans were jus black jeans with a few rips, nothing special but still made Malfoy drool. With a hint of amusement he also took in the shortness of the boy.

He tore his gaze away from the gorgeous wizard as he heard the screeches of owls, signaling the arrival of mail. Draco saw his black owl called Raven. The sleek owl dropped a letter off and flew out through a open window to return to the owlery.

Draco ripped the letter open and read his moms handwriting. It was only one page long but he reread it twice just to make sure what he was read the first time was correct. 5 minutes later he looked up from the paper and stashed it in his hoodie's pocket. His mind was reeling from the realization that came with his mom's letter.

Harry Potter was his Dothraki destined.

Draco Malfoy was gay.

His destined was the so called 'chosen one' as well as a Gryffindor

Draco Malfoy was on the verge of a panic attack. WTF was he supposed to do now. Apparently he is gay which he was fine with and his mom was happy for him even though it meant her son was gay for Harry Potter. But what if Harry rejected him. He wouldn't be able to deal with that. Yet, knowing for sure that Harry was his mate made his desire for the boy even more intense.

Draco had to settle this immediately. He had to talk to Harry. Even though he had no idea how to explain this he would have to try his best. So much would change for him if he was rejected by Harry Potter, and so much would change for the both of them if Harry accepted him. Was it too much to think that Draco actually had a chance with the gorgeous Gryffindor boy?

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-ok so not my best chapter but I promise to make the next chapter worth your while. remember to comment any suggestions or just for fun and if you think my book is worthy than vote on it. love you guys

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