A Drarry Story: Falling In Love, With You..

The Great Hall

"Welcome, To another marvelous year at Hogwarts!" Dumbledore exclaimed. "One thing, we have assigned and eighth year to everyone in this school, to every seventh year, welcome to another year. Now, hopefully you haven't thrown any of you equipment away, if you have then you must've gotten more at Diagon Alley." He said sitting down. Dumbledore continues speaking, "Potter! How was your time off?" Malfoy exclaimed. "Shove off Malfoy, Harry doesn't need to speak to you right now." Ron said looking back. "Agh, Weasley." Malfoy said turning away. "Hey Malfoy, what's up with you right now? I thought you hated Harry." Crabbe asked. "Pfft, as if!" The Slytherin said.  "Harry, how was your time off?" Hermione asked. "It was fine, I guess." He replied looking down at his food. "You sure?" She asked. "Harry, tell us what's wrong." "It's just, I'm not used to, this. I mean Malfoy has been "bothering" me all day." He replied sighing. "What do you mean bothering you all day?" Ron asked, tapping his shoulder. "I dunno, just different I guess you could say." He said.

As Harry leaves the Great Hall, to his Common Room, he bumps into the great Slytherin, he has almost envied his entire Hogwarts life. He ignored him, having lots of things in his mind. "Harry, ignore Malfoy. Pretend he isn't there." He said quietly to himself. He gets to the common room painting, the fat lady. "Hello again Fat Lady. Caput Draconis." "You may enter." He makes his way up to his bed, laying down his arms and legs leaning off of the bed. "Harry, here early?" Ron asked coming in. "Yeah, I just have so much things in my head right now." He said looking at Ron, still chewing a few pieces he had still left in his mouth. "What are you eating?" He asked, "Oh leftovers from my plate." Ron responded. Harry shut his eyes before Ron could say anything else. Ron walked out the room to talk to Hermione. "Hey babe, why do you think Harry is acting weirder?" He asked, "Ever since he moved in with me, he's been acting weird." "Well Ron I wouldn't know." She replied. "He did say it was maybe because of Malfoy." "Since we was bothering him all day." She said. He gave her a kiss on the forehead and went back to his bed. Harry was already passed out on his bed, Ron was getting ready to sleep. When Ronald was sleeping, Harry all of a sudden woke up in the middle of the night, to hear a voice from the entrance of his common room. "Potter! Potter!" Draco exclaimed quietly. "C'mere I need to talk to you!" Harry brushed it off as if he wasn't there, still wondering why the Slytherin got into the common  room, or even how he got the password. He began sleeping, then kept hearing Draco over and over again, trying not to wake anyone up, especially Ron. If he had woke up, he knew he would've told on him. He finally walked into his dormitory and grabbed his arm. "I said I needed to talk to you." He said as he dragged Harry across the stairs to the main of the common room. "What do you need Draco? And why are you in my common room. You're lucky-" "No shut up Potter, now I need you to listen." Being cut off by Draco. "What?" He asked. "Potter, look I have a sort of liking to you okay?" He said setting Harry down on the couch, staring at the fireplace. "W-What?! You've envied me ever since first and second year!" He exclaimed with his eyes opening wide. "Look Scarhead, it's hard to explain but I've grew a liking to you since fifth year." He said sitting next to him. "I know we're enemies, but I don't know why. I just grew a liking to you." He said leaning on the couch arm. "Draco I.." He said being speechless. "I guess I like you?.." He said quietly. "What was that Potter?" He asked, not hearing him. "I said, "I guess I like you too."." He said louder. Draco's eyes grew wide then kissed him on the forehead. "So this is why you've been bothering me all day?.." He asked after Draco kissed him on the forehead.  "I guess, but I couldn't have said it in-front of your friends could I?" He said. "So, will you go with me to the courtyard tomorrow?.. j-just the two of us?.." He asked nervously. "Oh, sure I guess." He replied. "But I've gotta go back to my bed, see you tomorrow I guess." "Bye Scarhead."