Drarry~ It's A Love Story

Part Two~Throwing Pebbles

(A/N~sup. Enjoy. I don't have a plan btw, I'm just winging it✨✌️)
It started with that small smile. A single smile that stuck with Draco throughout the school year. Draco became overly aware of his presence, stealing glances at him in the hall, at breakfast in the morning, in the library. He was always at the library.
They became friends of the sort, Harry always smiling at Draco in the hall, having short conversations in the library. But they kept their distance, for Slytherins seemed to hate Gryffindors, and Gryffindors seemed to despise Slytherins.
Draco watched as Harry grew taller, as he made friends (with a bushy-haired girl named Hermione and a Weasley boy named Ron).
Harry watched as Draco matured too. Harry watched Draco a lot. A little more than deemed necessary.
Ron saw him looking once, and shook his head. ( 'Prick.' he'd said.
'What?'
'Malfoy. Dad's a Death Eater.'
'A what?'
'Death Eater. They work for, er...' he lowered his voice, 'You-Know-Who.'
'Vol-?'
'Don't say his name!'
'Right. Sorry.' )
Draco and Harry spent all of first and second  year like that. Sharing glances, watching from afar, meeting in the library, at least when Harry wasn't caught up in his own personal problems.
It wasn't until Draco lay wide awake one night that he realized he liked the Potter boy. (A/N~ Gravity Falls reference, anyone? No? Okay...)
An infatuation, with a boy, and if that weren't beguiling enough, it was the boy who lived. The Dark Lord's enemy. What would his father say? The thought alone made Draco shudder.
At the end of first year, Draco gave up all attempt to try to figure out why, why he had to fall for this particular person, out of every student at Hogwarts. It was terribly frustrating, but he learned to accept it.
He figured if he ignored the feeling it would go away.
He was wrong.

Second year went practically the same, Draco watching Harry face the Chamber of Secrets and play Quidditch, occasionally seeing him in the library.
Harry was so caught up in his own threats and problems, still no more than 12 years old, he didn't have much free time to explore his own feelings for the lanky blond-haired boy, but there was no denying he wished there was.
But those words Ron spoke that day stuck with him.
"Death Eater"
"Malfoy"
"Prick"
"You-Know-Who"
Every time Harry looked at Draco, these words tugged at his brain. By the time second year ended, Harry came to the conclusion that he didn't care. He didn't care his dad was a Death Eater. From what Harry saw, Draco wasn't much different from the others. But at the same time, he was. He was different. In some odd way Harry couldn't quite phase. He wished that things could be different, he knew the possibility of a proper friendship, or possibly something more, could be available, if only the circumstances were different.
Third year brought new challenges for Harry.
(A/N~ Bro I had to look up the name of the third book because I siriusly forgot)
Every year seemed to, this was something both Draco and Harry acknowledged.
They didn't see much of each other that year, and they both tried to convince themselves they didn't care for it. Because they did care for it. A lot. More than either wanted to admit.
(A/N~ how'd I do? I have a sort of plan now so yay? Yeah I might edit this part again, pls tell me if u want me to change anything. Onto the next chapter!)
~A fellow reader.