The Potter Problem (Drarry)

Chapter 1

"Potter." Malfoy sneered as he passed by the dark haired boy, walking to the front of the class and taking a seat at his desk.

"Malfoy." Harry scoffed, glaring at the back of the obnoxious blond's head. He watched as a paper dove flew over Malfoy's head, absently thinking about quidditch season starting soon and if they would end up with any new members on the Gryffindor team. They needed a chaser, so tryouts were the coming weekend.

Harry snapped back to attention as the class grew quiet, the smouldering paper dove drifting down and landing on Parvati Patil's desk. A girly giggle came from the front of the room, and Harry drew his attention to where umbridge stood, yet quickly tuned her out as books were being passed out, until he heard Hermione's voice and focused on her.

"There's nothing in here about using defensive spells?" Hermione asked, confusion clear in her voice.

"Using spells!" Umbridge laughed. "Well I can't imagine why you would need to use spells in my classroom!" She stated, looking at Hermione as though she was crazy.

"We're not gonna use magic?" Ron asked.

"You will be learning about defensive spells in a secure, risk free way." Umbridge replied.

"Well what use is that? If we're going to be attacked it won't be risk free." Harry stated, his annoyance growing. No magic? His thoughts were cut off by an annoyingly high pitched voice.

"Student's will raise their hand s when they speak in my class." She said, turning towards the front of the room.

"It is the view, of the ministry, that a theoretical knowledge will be sufficient to get you through your examinations, which after all, is what school is all about!"

"And how is theory, supposed to prepare us for what's out there!" Harry was getting angry now, he needed to be ready and this toad of a professor was going to ruin his chances against Voldemort.

"There is nothing out there dear. Who do you imagine wants to attack children, like yourselves?"

"Hmm I don't know, maybe... Lord Voldemort?" Harry bit, glaring at the woman. Draco flinched at Harry's use of his name, and whispers rose throughout the classroom.

"Now let me make this, quite plain." Umbridge started, it was clear she was on the brink of anger, and was struggling to keep calm. "You have been told, that a certain dark wizard is at large again. This. is. a. lie."

"It's not a lie! I'm the one who saw him, I fought him!"

"Detention! Mr. Potter." Harry was cut off.

"So according to you, Cedric Diggory dropped dead of his own accord." Harry all but shouted at the infuriating woman.

"Cedric Diggory's death was a tragic, accident." Harry's anger grew with each word.

"It was murder, Voldemort killed him, you must know that!"

"ENOUGH!" Umbridge shrieked. She quickly calmed herself though. "Enough. See me later Mr. Potter, my office." Followed by a small giggle. Harry crossed his arms and laid his head down on his desk. He knew it would be a long year.

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Harry had his invisibility cloak draped around himself, and was walking though the empty halls of Hogwarts. It was almost midnight, which was early for Harry since the Triwizard tournament. Every night he would get a nightmare about Cedric's death, or Voldemort finding him,  or any number of unimaginable scenarios that plagued his dreams, if he slept at all.

Most nights since coming back to Hogwarts, Harry just wondered through the castle aimlessly until around three or four in the morning, when he would feel tired and head back to his dorm to get a few valuable hours of sleep before his classes the next day. It had only been three weeks since coming back, and he already had dark circles under his eyes.  Hermione was worried about him, he could tell. He just could never seem to rest, and found himself more tired after a night of fits than if he just didn't sleep at all.

As Harry rounded a corner, he could hear hushed voices coming from one of the alcoves in the hall. Curious, he stepped closer until he could hear them properly.

"If you say a word to anyone, you're dead. Got it?" The first voice whispered harshly, sending chills down Harry's spine. He couldn't tell from just the voice who it was, though it was definitely a male. but he was more intrigued than before when he heard a female voice respond.

"Don't worry, I'll keep your little crush secret, but you better get over it, and quick." The voice responded.

"It's been two years, Pansy. You think it's that simple?" The first voice asked harshly again, but this time with a hint of emotion in it. Harry stood frozen, now knowing exactly who was having this private conversation. It was without a doubt Draco Malfoy who had a secret little crush. Pansy was about to respond, but was stopped by Draco placing his hand over her mouth quickly. "Shh. I heard something." He whispered, peeking out of the alcove and unknowingly looking right through harry and down the hallway. Harry's heart was racing. He had his hand over his mouth, trying to cover his heavy breathing. "Come on. We can talk about this in the common room." Draco muttered, before taking one last look to make sure the coast was clear before grabbing pansy and running in the opposite direction from where Harry came.

Harry dove into the alcove and pulled off his invisibility cloak, breathing normally again. Draco has a secret crush. Harry decided that finding out who it was was now a priority of his. Knowing his school enemy's crush might come in handy every once in a while, especially since it was supposed to be secret. Smiling to himself with a plan already forming in his mind, Harry pulled on the invisibility cloak once again, and headed off to Gryffindor tower.

*Authors Note*

Hi guys, this is my first Drarry fanfic (also first boyxboy fic) so I hope you like it. I'm not really sure if it's good or not, but if you like it, let me know! I'm a bit nervous so please be kind. I will try and update often, but if not, well, sorry. I'm really excited about this fic so I will be continuing. Alright, peace out for now.

- J :)