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Year 1 Draco's POV:

Chapter 1

Year 1

Draco's POV:

Draco walked past the shops of Diagon Alley, bored out of his mind. He hadn't been in any of the shops and his Mum was talking about robes. Like he cared. Dad wasn't talking.

It was worse than Draco had expected, considering he was going to Hogwarts, like, the first time in his life and it was dull.

He was pulled out of his thoughts when Mum steered Draco into Madam Malkin's. He was measured, BORING. Until a boy stood next to me and started to be measured too.

He was, to put it simply, ADORABLE. He had bright green eyes, and beautifully messy, her black hair. He wore glasses perched on his delicate mode and was the picture of perfection.

Draco's face started flushing violently. He turned away, terrified if the boy would see.

So he tried to act cool, as if he was bored.

"Hullo. Hogwarts too?"

"Yes." The cute boy replied, shortly. Merde. Was I too cold? Draco thought.

"My father's next door buying my books and Mother's up the street looking at wands. Then I'm going to drag them off to look at racing brooms. I don't see why first-years can't have their own.

I think I'll bully Father into getting me one and I'll smuggle it in somehow." Did the showing off work? Does he want to be friends?

The boy didn't want to be friends with him. Draco made it even more catastrophic at the end and the boy seemed pleased to leave.

Then, on the train. Draco tried to make friends with the cute boy, and found out that he was Harry Potter. The Boy Who Lived, AKA the boy who would never want to be friends with Draco ever....

Draco woke up, his face wet with tears again and lying on the floor. Blaise looked at him. "Draco are you having nightmares again?"

Draco flushed crimson, and wiped his face hurriedly. A Malfoy should never seem weak, even in sleep. "Um no- I mean yes. Sort of."

Blaise raised his eyebrows. "You were saying 'Harry no Harry no', were you dreaming about Potter?"

" I um- no. You must have misheard. "

Blaise looked amused. "I never hear anything wrongly. Do you by any chance have a little crush on Potter?"

Draco momentarily flushed deep scarlet, wondering if Blaise actually knew it was he teasing him...? then remembered to hide his emotions. "Of course not, Blaise.

Now where are Vincent and Gregory? We were going to do a Wizarding Chess Championship. Now, if you may excuse yourself.."

Harry's POV:

Harry was drowsily imagining his day ahead of him, even though he was still lying on his 4 poster bed.

He would most likely have breakfast, get taunted at by Draco Malfoy with his perfect hair and gorgeous ocean eyes No, Harry you did not think that. You must be too sleepy to think right.

He tried to start again, but Draco Malfoy was stuck in his head, smiling at him and waving almost happily.

Then Harry realised that he had never seen Malfoy truly happy, except for two times when he had been in Madam Malkin's and thought that Harry was going to be his friend,

and again when Harry almost shook his hand and became friends. Harry rolled over and cursed himself. Harry James Potter, Draco Lucius Malfoy is a shitty slimeball and is probably a Death Eater.

You do NOT like him. Wait, why do I know his full name?

Harry rolled over and fell asleep.

Draco Malfoy was sitting on a bench with Harry next to him. Draco was smiling - no laughing! Harry had never seen him laugh and thought he was quite beautiful - perfect even.

Not even, it was a fact. Draco Malfoy was perfect. Draco and Harry were holding hands. Harry enjoyed the touch of Draco's perfect hands and Draco rested his head in Harry's should.

Suddenly somebody was shouting. "HARRY! HARRY! HARRY!

Harry woke up. Ron was standing above him. " Harry, news in almost everything possible! And Harry, you were talking in your sleep! "

Harry suddenly felt kind of panicky. "What did I say?!"

Ron smiled. "Well, Harry, you were saying 'Draco, your hand ' and then I woke you up. Harry, so you by any chance like him?

Harry 's eyes widened. "Of course not. Oh look, we're going to be late for breakfast." And he ended the conversation just like that.

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