How? - Drarry

Chapter One

Hello! This is my first Wattpad fanfic, so if it sucks...sorry. I know there are also lots of Drarry stories out there so if it's similar to someone else's, I didn't mean it. Depending on how the story goes, I might update it. But if the plot doesn't work out, I might just stop updating it. I'm not sure yet. But, If you're reading, thank you so much! I hope you like it! Also ignore any spelling errors ;-;

The Great Hall was rather empty as Draco went to sit down. It was about an hour before dinner time, so most students were either in their classes, or skipping like Draco was.

It was very rare for Draco to skip a class, he'd usually just go, just deal with it. But everything about today seemed...off. Teachers were far more quiet then usual, not caring about the student's behavior as much as they should. Maybe they were just tired, the professors will wear out eventually, right?

Not only were the adults of Hogwarts acting odd, but the students as well. Draco noticed things easier when Blaise and Pansy weren't there to distract him. He noticed that none of the teachers were in the great hall, since they were teaching. That's why Draco always went here when he skipped. And the students that were here (there were only three or four) didn't care about Draco, or any of his actions. No one ever did.

Draco usually skipped class when he was angry, when he couldn't handle dealing with his idiot classmates. Sometimes he skipped when he wanted to avoid someone or something. Today is was a someone.

Harry Potter.

Harry Potter has taken over my life.

Ever since first year, Harry and Draco have been enemies. Enemies and nothing more. Draco had tried to become friends with the handsome, messy-haired boy. But his father - Lucius Malfoy - didn't exactly like the idea of becoming friends with a boy who had a mother with muggle parents. And he especially did not want him to become friends with the boy who killed the Dark Lord himself.

Well, he supposedly killed the Dark Lord.

Voldemort returned when Draco was fourteen, and all hell broke loose ever since then.

Things were already bad enough living with a father like Lucius Malfoy, but nothing compares to what it's like living with the Dark Lord. Nothing compares to being forced to do things you hate, forced to become a Death Eater.

Voldemort tattooed the dark mark onto Draco's forearm in the beginning of his sixth year. The beginning of this year. Nothing was worse than having to always wear shirts with long sleeves, because you were so afraid someone would see the cursed image on your skin.

Harry Potter was lucky. He had a whole army. He had friends that would always stand by his side, even if they knew he was living in the same house as Voldemort. Harry Potter was the favorite of all the teachers. He was the golden boy. The chosen one. Damn it, Harry Potter could have whatever he wanted.

As much as Draco disliked perfect Harry Potter. He couldn't help but have feelings for him. And these feelings weren't feelings of hate.

Harry Potter had beautiful green eyes that Draco got lost in every time they interacted. He had that messy, black hair that made Draco have an urge to run his fingers through. He was tall, and confident, and so, so handsome.

Draco was skipping potions class. The class where Harry and Draco were partners on a project.

Of course.

Every time Draco looked at Harry, his dreaded thoughts just rushed back into his mind. He would stumble on his words, unable to be the sarcastic, unlikable jerk that everyone knew him by.