A Dream ➪ Drarry ✔︎

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The massive doors swung open. The loud clash of the huge hinges rang through the hall as the students made their way between the tables. Dainty cutlery decorated the tables with house-associated cloths laid on the dark wood. At the front of the hall, teachers were perched on their seats, each having a welcoming smile on their faces.

The candles floated through the 'sky.' They danced above the heads of every person and glowed brightly throughout the hall.

Harry walked through the doors, Hermione in front and Ron trailing behind. He tried to keep his head down to avoid being recognised. However, it didn't work because he got a few strange looks from the younger years. Harry sighed and sat down with friends, keeping his head low the whole time.

When the slytherins entered, it was like a bomb went off. First, it was silence and then the hall erupted in whispers and murmurs. Draco was, of course, in front of all the slytherins, in all his Malfoy glory. He heard Ron scoff beside him and he could practically feel the glare they were getting from the other houses. Harry just bit his lip and turned to face McGonagall.

"Welcome back to Hogwarts," she began, "this year things are very different due to the...events of last year." Her eyes saddened and a wave of guilt flooded Harry's mind - he gulped.

"This year I am your headmistress and many of the teachers are brand new. Also, you may realise the new tower at the edge of the school. That is restricted to eighth years only. Do not worry eighth years, you are still in houses, you are just in a dorm all together. I will escort you there after the prefects have taken the students to the common rooms," she smiled sweetly and welcomed the first years into the hall.

The children followed the half-giant, Hagrid to the front of the hall as they all taped at him and the older students and few even spotted Harry. He was holding it would take them a few days and not a few minutes.

The headmistress began the sorting ceremony, Harry completely blocking out her voice. Harry rested his head in on his right hand, staring across to the Slytherin table.

Harry didn't known why but ever since he got onto the train, he felt a pull towards them or to a certain boy in that house. That boy being Draco Malfoy. The black haired boy had no clue what this was exactly but it confused him greatly.

Draco was staring glumly down at the table, tracing the fine details of the plate below. Harry watched his slim, pale fingers moving elegantly around the plate. His fingers scrapped the pottery slowly and carefully, not daring to leave any traces.

His hands picked up the steel silverware and examined it carefully. Draco's eyes raking down the metal in his fingers. He seemed to realise the cutlery was either cheap or just not good enough for him because he placed it back down a disgusted look in his features. Draco then continued to trace his fingers along the details of the plate.

Harry bit his lip and perked up slightly as certain pictures came to his head. Quickly, he shook his head and blushed a deep crimson. He took in a shaky breath and excused himself from the table.

Luckily, Harry was able to slip through the doors without causing a stir. He walked swiftly through the hall and into the nearest bathroom. He sighed and undid his tie; feeling overwhelmed and suffocated by it.

Harry took deep breaths . He strode up to the sink and leant on it. He tried to cool his face with freezing water.

'Stop. Stop it. He's Draco Malfoy.'

Harry groaned in frustration. Why did he have to be the chosen one? Why was he destined to be the person to save world? Why did he have to be the one being stared at and watched? Why did he have to be confused over love?