Dear Hermione,
What? You still haven't figured
it out yet? Only one more clue. If you can't figure it out after
this clue then you're not as smart as I thought you were. You might
want to sit down though, if you aren't already; this might be a bit shocking.
The person I like is a guy. You still with me 'Mione? I
think it should be pretty obvious who it is now. Ok, well, I'll be
nice and give you one more little clue. He's the last person in the
world you (or anyone else) would expect me to like. There, that's all
I'm going to tell you. I hope I hear from you soon!
Your friend,
Harry
PS Once you figure it out, will you still help me hook up with him? He's
kinda oblivious.
Stare.
Blink, blink.
Stare.
Reread.
Stare.
Can't breathe.
Heart failure.
Silence.
Twitch, twitch.
Revival.
This was...this was...he didn't know what it was. What was he to think? Harry Potter liked a
guy? Harry Potter, most famous guy in the wizarding world, was gay?!
This had to be a joke! Harry Potter could have any girl he wanted
so why would he like a guy? Draco thought about this for at least five
minutes before deciding that Potter could probably have any guy he wanted
as well. Who wouldn't jump at a chance to climb into Potter's bed?
Even he would, just so he could brag about having slept with The Boy Who Lived.
...
Holy Owl!!! Did he just think that? Climb into bed with Harry Potter? No way, not in a million
years. Draco had to remind himself that he had previously determined
never to touch a Gryffindor's bed with a ten-foot pole, and this included
Potter's bed! Phew! Remembering this calmed him down a bit.
Realization dawned. Oh! This was so, so, so bad! He was wrong, again! He had been wrong
the whole time! He had been tricked by Harry Potter. The smartest
guy in all of Hogwarts had been tricked by someone who only had the intelligence
of a smart muggle (which wasn't saying much). This was so upsetting.
Did this mean that...he wasn't smart?! Oh! This was just
too awful. If he could not do something as simple as figuring out
who Harry Potter liked, what else couldn't he do? He had thought he was capable of doing anything!
To his utter amazement, Draco felt his eyes begin to water. It was only something in his eye, that was
all! He was not upset about being so wrong. He was not upset
about not being as smart as he had always thought he was. As the water
dripped down his checks, Draco had to concede that maybe he was just a little
bit upset...but only a little! Really!
Big sigh.
This was so bad. He had never felt so low in his life. He needed some cheering up. But how to get some?
Evil grin.
Torment Harry Potter! That always put him in a good mood. It was just something about that Potter...whenever
Draco was around Potter, he always got excited, would always be in a good
mood. The only reasonable explanation was because Draco loved to torment Potter.
Off to find Harry Potter. Where could he be. Hopefully not in his house, Draco would never be able
to get to him there. Oh! Of course! He's probably off practicing
at the Quidditch fields. Where else would he be?
To the Quidditch field!
This time, instead of tearing through Hogwarts' halls, Draco walked through them very casually and with all the
calm in the world (to the amazement of all who saw him). Why the change?
Well, the answer is quite simple. Draco did not want to risk
crashing into Potter again, should the boy not be at the Quidditch field.
Draco was so proud of himself for being so reasonable. He began
to feel more cheerful. See! He was smart! It's just that
stupid Potter who always distracted him and made a fool out of him. That definitely had to change.
Arriving at the Quidditch field in one piece, Draco quickly scanned the skies for Potter.
No Potter.
Draco's spirits quickly plummeted. He had really wanted to see Potter...only to torment him though.
"Holy Owl!" Draco shouted, nearing jumping out of his skin as something whizzed by his ear.
Draco watched in amazement as the snitch went zooming away from him. What was it doing out?
"Look out, Draco!" shouted a very familiar voice, rather desperately.
Uh...oh...
Before Draco could react to the cry, something rather large slammed into his back, causing him to tumble
forward and roll helplessly on the ground for several feet. When Draco
was coherent again, he found himself staring into a pair of pretty green eyes.
Oh Merlin!! This was not happening again! Hadn't he been trying to avoid just such a situation earlier?!
Draco groaned in frustration.
"Wow, Draco! I didn't realized you enjoyed me being on top of you that much! If I had know that, I
would've tried to get into this position more often!"
"What are you babbling about, Potter?"
Grinning wickedly, Potter replied, "I really like to hear you groaning when I'm laying on top of you!"
Draco gaped at Potter in amazement. Did he really just say such a thing?! Oh, yeah...that's right...he'd
forgotten that Potter was gay. What was really strange, though, was
that Draco was not at all uncomfortable with this situation.
"What? No smart comeback, Draco?"
Oh! He hadn't said anything yet? Must have forgotten to, being so confused and all. But
he was going to! He would have a really witty comeback because, after
all, he was the smartest guy in all of Hogwarts. Now, if only he could
think of one. It was so hard to think properly when he was so close to Harry Potter.
"Can't think of anything, Draco?"
"I will, just get off of me first."
Potter didn't budge. All right, then. Draco would just have to learn how to think properly with Potter on top of him.
Think...think...think!
Whoa!! What is he doing? Potter was actually running his fingers though Draco's hair. How dare he!
He was messing it up! Although, it did feel kinda nice...
No, it didn't! A small part of Draco shouted back at himself. Unfortunately, this wasn't very
convincing to the rest of Draco. He couldn't very well ignore the fact that
what Potter was doing felt nice (even though he wanted to ignore it).
Suddenly, Draco found his witty comment. Ha! This was too perfect! He always knew he was
smart. So what if he sometimes doubted it, he was human after all and
therefore bound to make a few mistakes (but much less than anyone else, of course).
"All right, Potter. You wanted a smart comeback? Well, here's one for ya. It's what I expected
you to say (since I'm so smart), because I know you're gay!!"
"You're definitely right about that. And since you finally figured it out, maybe I should reward you by
proving to you just how gay I really am."
"What?!" Draco squeaked.
Draco watched in amazement as Potter's head slowly descended towards his. What was he doing?! Oh Merlin!!
He was going to...he wasn't, was he? He was! Oh, boy, what should he do?! Let it happen?
Panic!!
"Mmmm...maybe not yet, huh Draco?"
"Wha?"
"C-ya around, Draco," and then he was gone.
"Wait..." Draco cried weakly, but he wasn't heard.
Holy owl! What just happened? What almost happened? Did Potter almost kiss him? Draco
laid on the ground, gaping at the sky, hoping that maybe someone up there
would give him some answers. No such luck, he didn't hear a single thing.
What was even more unbelievable then Potter almost kissing him was that Draco had wanted it to happen! Ok,
so maybe he panicked a little bit, so it probably hadn't looked like he had
wanted it. But really! It's not every day that the most famous
boy in the entire world wants to kiss you! Of course he panicked! Anyone would!
Draco then realized what he had been thinking-that he wanted Potter to kiss him. That didn't make
any sense! He hated Potter! Right?
Draco suddenly sat up with a shocked look on his face. Maybe...maybe it wasn't hate. Maybe it had
never been about hating Harry Potter. Clicking noises were audible as
things began to come together inside of Draco's head. Every time he
saw Potter, he was always so distracted, he would always get excited and be
in such a good mood. All those crazy little thought that he was always
having about Potter being warm and soft, or about his messy hair and pretty
eyes. It all made sense now!
Draco Malfoy, self-proclaimed hater and enemy of Harry Potter, was in reality, in love with Harry.
Draco loved Harry!
Oh Merlin! He couldn't believe this! Forget being in shock, it was now time to be in love! He
felt like laughing. He was in love with Harry Potter, most famous guy
in the wizarding world! Well, that was to be expected. There
were very few people worthy of Draco Malfoy's love! Harry, being who he was, seemed worthy enough.
Oh! Happy day! Nothing was going to make him sad again.
But, as soon as he thought this, Draco remembered the note. Oh, this wasn't good. Harry already
liked someone! His eyes were starting to water again-just a piece of dirt, that's all!
He was not going to think about that stupid note ever again! He wasn't going to think about the guy
Harry liked. He wasn't even going to think about Harry! He hated
being depressed. And he wasn't going to give Harry the satisfaction
of seeing him upset just because he couldn't have Harry.
Oh! It made him so mad! He wanted to just kill that guy who was able to attract Harry. How dare
someone take Harry away from him; Harry was his! Oh, wait...no he wasn't...kinda forgot about that.
Sigh.
It was going to be a long day.
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Draco was sitting in his room, staring at the wall. It had been a long day, a horrible day. All he could
think about was Harry and that guy. Sometimes he was sad, but most
of the time he was really angry. And an angry Draco was a dangerous
Draco. He had nearly killed half of his Magical Creatures class with
whatever it was he had been handling, he poisoned someone in Potions (not
on purpose, really!) and sent half his team to the infirmary during Quidditch
practice. They were all accidents, of course. He just wished
Harry hadn't seen all the stupid things he had done.
Growling, Draco stood up and stomped into the bathroom. He was going to get ready for bed and go to sleep
so he wouldn't have to think about Harry anymore. He just hoped he
wouldn't dream about him...well, kinda hoped at least.
Vigorously brushing his teeth, Draco did not think about Harry's pretty eyes, his messy hair (which was actually
rather sexy) or what it would be like to kiss Harry.
Suddenly, the toothbrush clattered into the sink and toothpaste splattered all over the mirror. Draco
could still see the image that was staring back at him though.
Blond hair.
Gray eyes.
Harry's height.
Slytherin.
Male.
Oh Merlin! How could he have been so stupid, so blind?! He was such an idiot. The answer to
Harry's notes had been right in front of him the entire time. Or rather,
it was him!! He was the one Harry was referring to in his notes! He
was the guy that Harry liked. How could he not have guessed it?! It was so obvious.
But he didn't care anymore about how blind, stupid and foolish he had been. What did any of that matter
now that he knew he had captured the heart of the most wanted boy in all of
Hogwarts. And Draco was going to keep that heart all to himself. Once
Draco got a hold of Harry, he was never going to let go! Ha! It
was going to be great. The whole school will be jealous of him, he
will break so many young hearts once he claimed Harry as his own. This was going to be so enjoyable.
It was good to be in love!
Now, he just had to figure out how to get Harry all to himself.
Part 5
Part 3