Drarry One shots

Why You?

(A/N not all of the one shots are my stories but the authors who wrote the stories that aren't mine get full credit)

Point of View Draco Malfoy

I'm not ready. I don't want to be a death eater for 2 reasons 1. I don't want to be like my father and 2. I would never hurt the person that I love. Not intentionally, even if they will never love me back. I suppose I should start from the beginning which goes back to the train ride to Hogwarts first year. After boarding the train I had a space to myself then the door opened when I looked up I saw my acquaintance Crabbe. Crabbe is the son of my father's fellow death eaters, might I mention I don't like him at all but I must listen to my father. Anyway, the idiot left the door open. I got up to close it when this beautiful boy walked by. I scolded myself, not a boy, father wouldn't approve of the raven haired, emerald eyed, pale, and skinny boy that walked up the aisle. He walked back until he found a space that happened to be occupied by a girl who had brown frizzy hair and a red haired, freckle faced boy. I got information about the boy and found out he was the boy who lived; the famous Harry Potter, and he was currently sitting with a filthy mud blood and a blood traitor; Hermione Granger and Ron Weasely.

Before the hat sorting and the feast I offered Potter my hand in friend ship, okay so maybe I didn't ask in the best way but I still offered. He denied it and said he already had friends. This is where my plan failed see I thought the golden boy would want pure blood friends not the things he currently called his friends. Fortunately for me a Malfoy always gets what they want. The hat sorted me into Slitherin and Hermione and Ron into Griffindor then my heart was really crushed when it was Harry's turn he seemed to say something then the hat said hmmm.... not Slitherin and he was placed into Griffindor. Okay so maybe we don't always get what we want.

That night I cried my self to sleep thinking about the boy who I would now have to pretend to hate him, even though deep down, I wouldn't ever want to hurt him. I was going to have to. My father despised Potter, I had to be like my father therefore I had to hate him but I couldn't hate those eyes, the messy hair, or even the smile he usually had on his face. I tried to work up confidence to talk to him to tell him how I felt but when I would try Granger or Weasely would threaten and then the boy who captivated my heart would tell me to go away.

You see I was in detention with Potter first year and I told him I hated him he said "I hate you too. I'm not sure what you want but shrug off will you?" My first attempt; I mean it could have gone better (I wish it had) but... it didnt. The next year Snape chose me to compete in a duel against Potter; this lead to more complications you see I almost told Snape that I couldn't hurt Potter. Year after year stuff went wrong and my plans failed once more. For example in third year I pretended to be happy about Potter falling from the sky, without his broom, passed out because of the dementors. In fourth year Cedric died because of you know who and I made fun of Harry. In fifth year I told my self I would change, I was wrong my father was on you know who's side I mean that's not really my fault but... still. In sixth year I was a death eater and I didn't want to be, but I had to. In seventh year I finally did something, although, I was on the wrong side I spilled everything with the help of Hermione. I told Hermione and she said that she would help even though she didn't understand why I was always so mean to Harry and everyone else.

It was during Hogsmade weekend and I told Crabb and Goyle to leave me and go alone and to do what ever they wanted. Harry was talking to Hermione and Ron and he started asking them why they wouldn't ask Malfoy for what ever they had told him but they insisted that he did it and he did it alone. He started walking towards me in the cool winter air with his yellow and red scarf around his neck, walking with his head down, not looking where he was going, leaving foot prints in the snow behind him. When he was about a foot away he stopped and looked up at me with an annoyed expression; hate, frustration and something else filled his emerald eyes. White snow flakes were lingering in his raven hair he said, "What do you want?" I was careful how I answered and I dropped the usual icy tone off my voice I said softly "You will never love me back, but I believe I'm in love with you Potter." He looked at me confused and expectantly as though he hadn't heard me right and wanted and explanation. So I repeated myself a little louder and said "I've been in love with you, since the train ride to Hogwarts first year". He stared at me in shock and said quietly "What? You liked me for seven years and you couldn't tell me either" he blushed and looked at the ground. My mind was now racing had I heard him right??? I asked him to repeat what he said and he said exactly what I heard the first time, he bit his lip then he looked up and whispered in my ear and said, "I've loved you for seven years, but I thought you hated me." I looked at him and asked with a hurt tone "Why did you not become my friend in first year then?" He answered softly "Because I thought you were to good for me".

I couldn't wait any longer... "Do you have your invisibility cloak with you?" I asked, "Yeah why?" he said, "It's a surprise" I answered. He handed the cloak to me and I pulled it over us "What ar-----" he was cut off by me pulling him closer and kissing him softly and slowly. When he kissed me back I kissed more passionately. We finally pulled away from each other wishing we hadn't Harry's hand slid to the back of my neck and we were about to engage in another long passionate kiss when someone said "Bloody hell!" then someone else said "That was hot." We both looked up embarrassed to see that Hermione and Ron were standing there watching is holding the cloak in there hands. "How did you get that?" Harry asked, Hermione answered "That doesn't matter but that was still hot" "Bloody hell! What is going on?" Ron asked. Harry said "What do you mean 'Mione?" I answered for her "Well Harry the two hottest boys in Hogwarts making out is hot". Me and Harry eyed each other now unable to keep our feelings to ourselves we kissed again with Hermione swooning and Ron still confused.