Green Eyes, Grey Eyes..

Hiiiii, this is my first fanfic...this will suck....Before Hogwarts, Harry Potter met a boy in a robe shop. Pale hair, grey eyes, sharper words than he'd ever heard - and a strange, unfamiliar pull in his chest.

He never got his name.

Now, surrounded by spells, secrets, and far too many people who know his face but not him, Harry finds himself drawn to a certain Slytherin with a sneer on his lips and a chip on his shoulder. Draco Malfoy is everything he shouldn't want - arrogant, cold, infuriating - and somehow the only person who really sees him.

But there's something beneath the rivalry: stolen glances, whispered words, a hand offered when no one else is looking. A kiss that didn't happen. A brush of fingers that meant more than it should.

And maybe... just maybe...
The line between enemies and something more is thinner than either of them are ready for.