Hiya. This is my first story posted on here, so if I do anything wrong, please tell me? That would be great. Reviews are appricated.
Alright, I do not own Harry Potter, or any of J. K. Rowling's amazing charecters. I'm just borrowing them to play with for a while... : )
This story is for mature teenagers and older people, because of the content. Please bear that in mind while reading it. Thank you.
So, anyway, here is my story. I hope you like it, but it's alright if you don't. I won't mind to much. It's not for everyone, I know.
Chapter 1 – Change
Harry was walking behind Ron and Hermione on his way to Potions class, pausing when he heard a familiar voice coming from behind him.
"Hey, Potter," Draco Malfoy called, walking toward him quickly.
Ron and Hermione had stopped as well, anger, confusion, and worry on their faces.
"What do you want, Malfoy?" Ron asked belligerently.
Draco smirked at him, his eyes disdainful. "What are you supposed to be, Weasly, his bodyguard?"
"I can take care of myself," Harry snapped, ignoring the hurt look on his best friend's face.
"I'm sure you can, Potter. Anyway, I only want to talk to you for a minute alone."
Harry was about to tell him to go to hell, but he stopped himself quickly when he saw something in Malfoy's gray-blue eyes. Fear. Of what, he didn't know, but he found himself nodding.
"Alright. Go on without me guys. I won't be long."
"But, Harry," Hermione began in concern.
"I'll be alright. Go before you're late already."
They left reluctantly, casting angry glances back at Malfoy as they did so.
Harry turned back to look at Malfoy, surprised when he walked into one of the empty classrooms nearby. He followed him inside, his green eyes wary.
"So, what's this all about, Malfoy? I mean, you hate me."
"No!!" he protested, reaching out a hand as though to touch his arm, but he stopped himself before he actually did it. "I know I'm not very nice to you, but I don't hate you…" He turned his head away as though to embarrassed to explain himself while looking at Harry. "The truth is, I react defensively around you because…I like you. I'm not used to caring about anyone, so it's difficult for me to show it…"
"So, what, you want to be my friend?" Harry asked sarcastically, not believing his explanation.
"No." "But you just said that-" "That I like you. I like you a lot…"
Harry was confused, and then he realized that Malfoy was blushing.
"Oh, you mean your?…"
"Yes. I know your not, but…I just needed to tell you. It's been killing me for years…"
He jumped when Harry moved closer, putting a hand on his shoulder.
"Actually, I am."
Then he kissed him.
Malfoy sighed into the kiss, pulling him closer.
Harry pulled back, smiling at the stunned look on his face.
"So, was it as good as you imagined it would be?"
All the amusement left his eyes at once, and he kissed him again, this one deeper, an edge of hunger that hadn't been in the first one.
They broke apart, their foreheads touching as they tried to catch their breath.
"So, I guess this means that your me boyfriend now?" Harry asked breathlessly.
"I sure hope so."
"We should get to class now. On the bright side, at least we'll be in detention together."
Malfoy laughed, his gray-blue eyes shining with suppressed-laughter. "Yeah."
"Can we meet here tomorrow? Maybe do homework together or something? Just hang out?"
"I'll be here."