"The boy who lived"
Also known as Harry Potter. The chosen one. Draco Malfoy was envious of him. He had been in a state of envy for as long as he could remember. Draco hasn't always known how to process envy, he must confess. Sometimes it came across as spiteful hate, but now turning fourteen he has finally put a cap on his emotions. He could identify the way he was feeling at last. Honestly he'd put that down to all the childhood trauma he's endured.
Draco can conclude that he is envious of Harry Potter. That boy truly had it all. Fans, fame, looks, friends. Draco has nothing. His father, Lucius Malfoy, was driven away from his own son to follow orders from the Dark Lord. Neglected by his own parents who were too focused on the life of another boy. He hated it. He thought he wasn't good enough. As a result he taunted Harry Potter for years, ever since Harry chose the wrong sort to become friends with. Draco's few friends at Hogwarts looked up to him, saw him as a leader because of this brutal front he'd built. He felt powerful, and for once he felt important, just because he teased a young boy that he had been jealous of since he know how to talk. If you were to ask Draco, he would say he was content with the way his life was going. He would grow up and become a Death Eater. He would follow orders from the Dark Lord, just like his parents did. He would have to support and cheer when they kill Harry Potter.
Of course that life sentence would have been fine, if he didn't develop feelings for Harry in third year. A stupid crush on stupid Potter. Harry was ruining his life and Draco was head over heals for him. Every time he called Harry 'scarface' or teased the innocent boy from across the great hall he felt instant regret. His heart ached for the boy who lived and the best of it was, he thought Harry hated him in return. Who wouldn't. He couldn't blame him. Because after years of being bullied by someone you were bound to hate them. And yet Draco didn't stop, he couldn't let people see through is façade. That would get him murdered. Now here he was on platform 9 3/4 staring at the rugged Harry Potter, ready to board the train to his fourth year of bullying and regret.
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Harry Potter dragged his case onto the iconic steam train. He was accompanied by his best friends, Ron and Hermione. In a short queue the three of them chose a small carriage on the train and threw their luggage up top. They made themselves comfy as they knew they'd most likely be left alone for the rest on the journey to Scotland.
"Hogwarts here we come" Harry smiled, as always he was excited about returning to his home.
"At least you're jolly about it" Hermione tilted her head and hinted towards Ron. In return Ron huffed and scowled out the window.
"What's up with you?" Harry asked, "you can't be dreading fourth year that much."
"It's not that." Ron whined.
"Then what is it. Pray tell" Harry pressed.
"I just- I - I didn't like the way Malfoy was looking at you out there on the platform." Ron stated, still scowling, "he's always staring at you, it's like he has a crush on you or something Harry." Harry didn't even notice the blonde boy at the station. However the thought of Malfoy making heart eyes at him made him erupt into laughter.
Harry snorted then spoke, "Crush? On me? Yeah right! He bloody hates me Ron, you are absolutely ridiculous." He rolled his eyes for emphasis.
Ron shoved his shoulder, "I'm serious Harry! All he ever does it taunt you and stare at you in the great hall, and it's not like you're a stranger to fancying a couple of guys" He countered.
"What's that supposed to mean!" Harry nearly yelled, acting almost offended, even if it might be true. Cedric Diggory was somewhat attractive, they had met just before the school year at the quidditch game, the one with the Death Eaters.
"Oh you know I know" Ron smirked. Harry was lucky he had mates like Ron and Hermione that accepted him no matter what.
"Yes, well that's all because he hates me, I can't even imagine Malfoy as gay anyway, being a Pureblood royal and all." Harry was blushing lightly now. For some reason the thought of Draco Malfoy the 'bad boy' having a crush on him made his heart skip a beat, he knew that Malfoy was attractive but didn't want to admit it to himself. He hadn't officially labelled himself as anything but straight yet, he was only fourteen for merlins sake! How was he supposed to know his sexuality! Yet obviously, they could never in a million years like each other. Sworn enemies of course.
"Don't be silly Ron, of course Malfoy doesn't like Harry, that would be stupid" Hermione butted in, looking up from The Quibbler she was reading. Harry often thought of her as the peace keeper out of the three of them. Ron huffed again in defeat, but the question still pestered Harry, did Malfoy have a crush on him? It would explain a lot of the teasing over the years. Except it wasn't just playful teasing, it was more like relentless bullying, nobody in there right mind would treat someone they actually liked in that way. But just imagine Draco and Harry together. Harry smirked at the thought and stared out the window for a while to keep his mind off things.
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"Anything from the trolley!" A voice echoed from outside the sliding door. Ron immediately jumped to his feet and rummaged around in his pockets for some money. Harry beat him to the door and slid it open with childish anticipation.
"Anything from to trolley dear?" The lady asked. With less than a seconds thought Harry knew what he wanted.
"Two fizzing whizzbees please" he replied. They exchanged sweets and money and then she turned to Ron. Ron pondered for a while with a scowl on his face and a crease in between his brows.
"Anything sweet for you dear?" He put a smile on his face as she addressed him.
"Just a chocolate frog please." Replied Ron. Whilst the lady was opening a new box of chocolate frogs Ron nudged Harry's arm.
"He's staring again Harry" he whispered so only Harry could hear. Harry instantly knew who he was talking about and looked up from the trolley. He glanced to his right down the corridor of the train until he met a familiar pair of grey eyes. Draco looked different than last year his hair was pushed more to the side instead of hanging over his face and he seemed to have had a growth spurt. They held their stare for a few seconds until he was interrupted by Ron paying for his chocolate frog. Harry looked back at Ron and then back to where Draco was standing and he was not to be seen. Harry sighed and walked back into their carriage where Hermione was.
"Did you get that whizzbee for me Harry?" Hermione asked flashing him a playful smirk. Harry sighed again as he sat down.
"Yeah sure, but I'm expecting you to pay me back" Harry cheekily said as he handed over his spare sweet. Hermione laughed as she popped it into her mouth but Harry didn't as he sluggishly stared out the window. He chewed on his sweet in silence but all that was on his mind was a particular blonde boy who was giving him all sorts of feelings that he was a stranger to.
*hi!! i'm going to be editing this story when i can over the next few weeks!! i forgot how much i love this plot line and now i feel mature enough to write a story with the emotions that i couldn't convey a couple of years ago. i'd like to thank all my readers for sticking with me all this time <3 you are all so sweet and supportive- great things are coming your way*
