Chapter Text
Chapter one-
“At Last”
Harry’s perspective-
“Harry!”
“Harry!”
“HARRY!”
A groan escapes the boy’s mouth, as he slowly opens his eyes. Ron, his best friend, peers over him, a slight hint of worry plastered on his face.
“Better get up, breakfast is in five.”
Harry takes about two seconds to fully process what Ron had said. Then, he shoots up in his bed, scaring the utter life out of Ron.
“Five minutes? And you're just waking me up?” Harry spits out, with far more annoyance in his voice then intended. He groans, before quickly getting up to change into his school robes, not paying any mind to the mess that is his hair.
“Sorry, Mate. You seemed like you needed rest, and I thought it would be nice-”
“It's fine, thanks.”
Ron nods.
“Go on without me, I’ll meet you in the hall.” Harry mumbles as he makes his way to the bathroom.
Ron stands awkwardly around for a few seconds, before sighing softly, grabbing his book bag, and walking out of the dormitory.
A few minutes later, Potter reluctantly leaves the Gryffindor common room, making sure to take his time walking to the Great Hall.
You see, about a month ago, Potter somehow, some way, realized that he wasn’t attracted to women, and that he was in fact, completely and utterly, gay. This revelation wouldn’t have been as horrifying if he hadn’t had been dating Ginny Weasley. His life quickly became hell. While trying to come up with a believable and non-problematic reason to end things, he completely shut her out, dodging her in the corridors, promptly leaving the common room when she entered, and skipping meals just to not see her, you know, all that jazz. So, Ginny confronted him. Thankfully, she broke off the relationship, calling him a shit boyfriend and a pussy for avoiding her. Ron surprisingly didn’t give him any crap and even tried to sympathize with him. Hermione began constantly offering Harry her support and even laid off pestering him about his homework.
Harry found himself rounding the corner to the Great Hall, completely lost in thought, staring at his feet.
And of course, he walks straight into somebody.
Stumbling back, Harry felt two hands grab his waist, stabilizing him.
“Jesus, Potter. Watch where you're going.” The voice spits out.
At that moment, Harry looked up, meeting eyes with Malfoy, and for some unknown reason, a blush creeps onto his face. He couldn’t even muster up a quick “thank you.” He was so incredibly flustered that he didn’t spit back with his usual bitchy comment that he reserved just for Malfoy. In that moment, a look of slight confusion filled Malfoy's face, before he promptly moved Harry to the side and walked past him.
After what felt like ages, Potter turned around to face him.
“Thanks.” He says, seemingly catching the tall boy off guard, who stops in his tracks, and glances back and nods, before continuing to walk.
Harry turns back around and quickly makes his way into the Great Hall.
What the hell just happened? Harry’s mind begins flooding with questions. Why did he get so flustered? I mean, come on, it's just Malfoy, his sworn enemy since first year.
Of course, he is rather good looking, but that’s all that’s good about him. He’s an utter and total bitch to literally everyone except his pureblood Slytherin friends who worship him. And his family, don’t even get Harry started on his family.
But there's just something about him that keeps Harry’s mind racing.
Whatever, it's probably just the hatred the two share for each other.
Not his platinum hair that is always neatly tamed, not the height difference, not his beautiful face, which by the way, is very easy on the eyes. And of course, not his fit, attractive-
Woah. Let's stop this right there.
Harry finds himself at the Great Hall, pushing open the doors and walking straight to his table.
He takes his usual seat in the Hall, swiping a piece of toast and basically throwing it on his plate, earning a worried look from Hermione.
“Are you okay?” She asks, taking note of the light pink hue on his cheeks and his rather odd behavior.
“Fine.” Potter mutters before going back to thinking about stupid Malfoy.
Draco’s perspective-
It had been a regular morning, and Draco found himself in the great hall, once again. He found himself instinctively glancing towards the Gryffindor table, searching for those familiar green eyes. Instead, his eyes met Granger’s, who he immediately offered a scowl to. Rolling her eyes, she looked away.
That’s rather odd, Potters not there. Draco’s eyes search the hall, not noticing Pansy Parkinson attempting to talk to him.
“Who are you looking for?” She asks, glancing around.
Draco had always been close to Pansy ever since they were little, but this past year they have gotten much closer due to unfortunate circumstances, involving the Dark Lord. A couple months ago, Draco surprisingly rejected Pansy’s advances on him, which eventually led to him coming out to her as gay. To his surprise, Pansy had been rather supportive, even trying to set him up with some other Slytherins. After swiftly shutting that idea down, Pansy began teasing him by saying how cute he and Potter would look together, as a joke, of course. That very thought disgusted Draco. I mean, who could ever love or be attracted to that mop of curly black hair on his head, those bright, captivating, green eyes and of course his fit-
“Draco!” Pansy yelps, before smacking his arm, causing him to be pulled out of his thoughts about the insufferable Potter.
“What!” Draco replies, shooting daggers at her.
“Who are you looking for?” She asks, yet again.
“Better not be Potter.” She adds, earning another glare from Malfoy.
“I’m not looking for anyone, and I would never look for Potter.” Malfoy rolls his eyes, a tinge of fake disgust evident on his face.
He didn’t actually mind the idea of looking at Potter. He truly wasn’t that bad looking. Actually, he is rather attractive-
What the hell am I thinking??
Draco decides to remove himself from this situation and go for a smoke. Breakfast had just started, so he had about twenty-five minutes to himself.
“I’m going to go smoke, I’ll see you in potions.” He muttered to Pansy, who nodded in response.
Bloody double potions. With the Gryffindor's. How terrible.
Lost in thought, Draco leaves the great hall, not paying any mind to where he is walking.
Suddenly, he collides with someone. The figure flies back, and instinctively, Draco grabs the figure’s waist in order to stabilize them. That’s when he realizes who the figure was.
Bloody Potter.
“Jesus, Potter. Watch where you're going.” Draco spits out, with venom flooded in his voice.
He was then taken aback by the blush that crawled up onto Potter’s face.
Was Potter flustered, because of HIM?
Confusion fills Draco’s face for a split second, before returning to that stone-cold, annoyed look. He moves Potter to the side gently and drops his hands from his waist.
God, he didn’t even realize how long his hands were on his waist for.
What the hell is wrong with him? Draco thinks as he begins to walk.
Potter’s voice suddenly snaps him out of his thoughts.
“Thanks.” He says, surprisingly without any venom in his voice. He genuinely sounded, almost thankful.
Draco stops walking, and turns around, meeting those soft, beautiful, green eyes he’s loathed all these years.
He didn’t know what to do, so he just nodded, and continued to walk.
What had even just happened? Draco’s mind continues to race as he walks towards an abandoned corridor.
Damn, now he really needs to smoke.
Thanks, Potter.