Potter

Chapter One: Potter!

This takes place during eighth year. The war is over and Voldemort is defeated and dead. Everybody is mostly happy and relaxed. Harry and Draco are no longer on the verge of killing each other all of the time.
No one outside the family knows that Draco was disowned or that he is gay.

Draco's P O.V.

I was walking down the corridor with my two best friends, Pansy and Blaise, when I saw Harr- when I saw Potter with Weasley and Granger. Merlin I hate Potter, with his stupid scar, and his messy hair, and his cute smile, and his extremely kissable lips. No! I do NOT want to kiss him. Obviously. I mean, I am Draco Malfoy after all. I definitely don't want to kiss him. Well, that's what I keep telling myself at least.

"Potter!" I shout, unnecessarily seeing as we are only on opposite sides of the corridor but it doesn't matter.

"What do you want, Draco?" He calmly asked in a normal, and more reasonable tone. Why is Potter so calm? And did he just call me Draco? I stood there in shock for what felt like forever but it couldn't have been that long because Harry was still standing there. After a few more seconds of my embarrassing gaping, he asked on a still clam tone,

"Do you need something?" He didn't say Draco that time,did I just imagine him saying it? I mean, I probably did, I have been wanting him to quit calling me Malfoy for like forever. Ever since first year when he denied my handshake and I fell in love with him.

I just realized I've been standing there staring at him and he's been staring back. I didn't know what to do, I was so shocked. I realized how close our faces were, I could kiss him if I wanted but o couldn't because he's hate me and he just stopped hating me. I heard myself squeak and it brought me back to reality, as soon as the sound escaped my lips, I turned and ran.

I didn't know if Pansy and Blaise were following me or not but I just kept running. I ran all the way to the dungeons, through the Slytherin common room, up into the boys' dormitory, and into the bathroom. I looked into the mirror to see a very flustered me, my cheeks wore a not so faint blush and my hair was a mess, it was almost as messy as Harry's. I can't believe it, I looked like a huge flustered oaf in front of the Golden Boy!

A minute after, I heard a quiet knock on the door. I didn't answer, I knew she'd come in anyway. I was right, about ten seconds later Pansy walked in. I love Pansy, just not in the way most people think I do, she's like my sister. She gently grabbed my shoulder and led me to sit on my bed.

"You okay?" She asked quietly. She's always had a hunch that I liked Harry but anytime she asks I always denied it. Even though she always responds with 'okay' or something like that and let's it go, I can tell she never stops believing that I like him. I let out a long sigh. "It really wasn't that bad," she stated, clearly trying to help me but it just wasn't working. "It would be a lot worse if you actually did like him." I knew what she was doing, she was trying to get me to admit that I like him. But you know what, I don't care anymore.

"Pansy, you and I both know what your getting at here," I stated, just a tiny bit annoyed with her ongoing antics.
"So you do like Potter?" She asked even though it wasn't that much of a question..
"Yes Pansy, I like Harry," I said blankly, knowing she was most likely going to run off and tell Blaise any second now.
"I knew it!" She exclaimed, seeming very proud of herself for some unknown reason. "Well, I'm off to go tell Blaise now." She knew I'd be fine with her telling Blaise and she also knew that if it was anyone else, I would hex her until she didn't remember her own name. She skipped away happily to go find out other best friend.

Harry's P.O.V.

"Potter!" I heard someone, who I assumed was Draco, shout.i didn't like being rude to him and I really wanted to be friends with him. I actually don't know why, but I always have an urge to be near Draco.
"What do you want, Draco?" I asked, not aware of what he wanted, although I assumed it was just to harass me like always. He hates me for some reason unknown to me, or maybe it's just me being an oblivious dumbass as Ron says. I don't see why he can't like me as in like a friend or maybe something more. But no, Draco would never, could never, like me.

I realized that we had both been standing there for a while without saying anything. Now I was genuinely curious and wanted to why he had shouted at me. We both stood there for about another minute before I heard the cutest sound ever. For a second, I wondered where the sound came from but the. I realized that the the sound had come from Draco.

OH.MY.GOD!!! Draco just squeaked and it was so cute. I tried to fight back the blush I could feel forming on my cheeks, bit I don't think it worked. Draco immediately ran off and Pansy followed. I still hadn't found out why he yelled at me but it couldn't have been that important if he just ran away like that. I just realized that when Draco and Pansy left, Blaise didn't.

"Blaise," I said, not aware that he was staring at me because I wasn't paying attention. "Do you know why Draco screamed at me?" I asked, still curious.

"Probably trying to flirt with you," he stated casually and walked away. He walked away so casually that he couldn't have said that, right? I'm already pretty much blind, I can't be going deaf, too.

After standing there for a good three minutes thinking about what just happened, I walked away to see that Ron and Hermione still haven't left. I walked away happily with s definite blush on my face even though I'm pretty sure that's not what he said but I don't care, I can think what I want.

That's the first chapter. What do you think so far. Have a great day!

-- Drarry_shipz out --