Drarry~ It's A Love Story

Part One~When I first Saw You

(A/N~The video above goes with the fanart, it's not there because I like Taylor Swift. Listen to the music and try to picture Drarry instead of.... Taylor Swift and that dude-guy-person. I just realized I'm also bad at A/Ns too... I'll go now. Enjoy💕)

"SLYTHERIN!" The Sorting Hat booms. Young Draco Malfoy sighs in relief.
If he'd gotten anything other than Slytherin... he wouldn't know what to do with himself. All he knew was that his father would know what to do, and it wouldn't be good.
Eleven-year-old Draco makes his way off the platform to the cheering Slytherin table, where people pat him on the back and welcome him, offering a seat and flashing smiles.
"Harry Potter." The elderly woman (though nobody ever thought of her as that) known as Professor McGonagall calls from behind the scroll in hand.
Almost immediately the whole room stiffens, the children's eyes wide, prefects shifting in their seats to get a better look, all crossing their fingers in hopes they get him in their house.
Murmurs fill the hall as a young boy Draco's age, scrawny and practically drowning in his robes, steps forward.
The boy has wild jet-black hair that sticks out in almost every direction. (He could use a haircut, Draco notes). Crooked, round glasses cover the greenest eyes you'd ever seen. Draco, unlike the others who watch with wide eyes, takes in every little detail of the dark-haired boy, the way he trips on his way up the platform, the way he glances warily at the crowd before him as he sits on the stool, the way he closes his eyes when the Sorting Hat is placed upon his mess of a head.
A few moments of professors shushing students and held breaths shared between prefects, famous Harry Potter opens his eyes as the Sorting Hat booms, a bit louder than he did with the previous students, "GRYFFINDOR!"
The Gryffindor table erupts into loud cheers (a bit too obnoxiously for Draco) as the poor boy silently makes his way over to them.
Draco notices the wry looks among the Slytherin table as Harry shakes hands with his new housemates.

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After the meal, prefects herd everyone up, or down in some cases, to the dorms.
Draco, on his way out, turns to steal one last glance at "the boy who lived." This time though, Harry notices, and turns to lock eyes with him, just for a brief moment. (A/N~ LMAO I ALMOST TYPED "LICK EYES WITH HIM"... please help) Harry offers a small smile, unaware of the mix of emotions stirring in Draco.

(A/N~ Uhhhhh what did you think? I don't really trust my judgement so... comments? Questions? Suggestions? Hey, that rhymed!... does anyone even read these?)
~A fellow reader.