Hi.
A lot of you know me, but not as well as you might think.
I am Draco Malfoy, and this is the story of my time at Hogwarts...
I shut my book. This will take forever. I've been at Hogwarts for four years now and they decide to make us do this now? Ridiculous. I suppose the Minister of Magic had something to say about it.
As I was walking back to the dungeons, someone ran straight into me, resulting in us both falling. "Aye watch were you're rushing!" I said. I looked down and saw chocolate colored hair. He looked up and I saw those gorgeous eyes I love. It was none other than the Golden Boy himself. "Oi Potter for someone like you I'd think you'd have better sense that to run into me." I said as snobbish as I could. I hated talking to Harry like this but it was the only way to keep my secret safe.
"Well Malfoy seems like you'd be smart enough to wake up from dreaming and get off the bloody floor." He said. Only then had I realized he was standing over me. I scrambled to me feet and shoved him out of my way.
"Where are you running to? Your mum? Oh wait you haven't got one!" That was low. Even for me that was low. I turned around and walked swiftly towards the dungeons before he could see the regret on my face.
As I entered the common room, I let a tear slip. Why did I have to do this to him? I hate being so rude. I ran to my room and fell onto my bed.
By the time I finally got up, my pillow was soaked. I ran a hand through my hair and headed to the great hall, not caring that my eyes were puffy and red.
Once I got there, I sat down and put my head on my arms.
I looked up at the Gryffindor table only to see him laughing along with that mudblood Granger. That just made me even more upset. I ran out to the men's bathroom and tried washing my face several times, only to see Harry in the reflection. I turned around and cast the first spell I could think of. Then we went back and forth, spell after spell until finally he caught me in the middle of the sinks.
"SEPTUMSENTRA" he screamed. All I felt was pain as I fell to the floor in the puddle of water gathering at the drain. I writhed in pain until Serverus came and started to perform a healing spell. I watched Harry run away from the scene and I wondered why he would do that. Then I remember I deserve it. The snap about his mum was way too rude. I'm carried to the hospital wing for observation overnight. Fantastic.
It's two in the morning and I can't sleep. Stupid Potter, stupid Granger, stupid Weasely, stupid stupid stupid. Why did I have to fall for Harry of all people. My father would hex me into oblivion if he knew. But I can't help but wonder what Harry's lips would feel like against mine. Soft? Rough? I bet they're perfect. Just like the rest of him.
The door to the hospital opens but nobody comes in. It closes by itself and now I'm worried. I hear heavy breathing next to me and start to freak out before a hand shoots out and covers my mouth. Harry takes off his invisibility cloak and takes his hand away. "Hello Malfoy. Look, I'm sorry about earlier. I just cast the first spell that came into my head, I wasn't thinking. I'm so so sorry." He said. Tears were streaming down his face and his breathing sounded like he was trying not to sob. I did the first thing I thought of. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him against my chest. I could feel him crying and clutching on to the front of my shirt. I laid back against my bed and Harry was basically on top of me. Not that I'm complaining. After a little while, Harry's breathing evened out and he was asleep. I fell asleep soon after with a smile on my face.
I woke up the next morning and I was cold. Harry was gone. I sat up and shook my head a few times. There was a note under my pillow.
Malfoy, sorry about last night.
-H.P.
Fuck.
