Did You Ever Think This Could Happen?

Did you ever think that this could happen?

‘I love him.’

‘Who?’

‘The boy who lived.’

The Slytherins just sat there, aghast. Hoping, praying, and pleading that Draco Malfoy, the Pureblood, their pride and joy of Slytherin was under some new curse, that he was lying, that he was merely trying to deny his love for Pansy Parkinson.

* * *

Meanwhile, back in the Gryffindor commons…

‘I think I love him.’

‘Harry, please say you’re under a spell,’ said Ron hopefully.

‘His spell,’ Harry interjected, smiling to himself.

Ron, completely shocked at Harry’s words, just stared at him blankly. Ron never thought that Harry could love anyone but him. Ever. Not since Harry had proclaimed his un-dying love towards him during their Fifth year.

‘Ron, I told you, I’m over you now. And from the looks of things, I don't know what I ever saw in you!’

Harry started to think about those last words. He remembered...

~*~

‘I know I love you Ron. I think about you all the time. You are the first person my whole life, that I can remember, who gave a damn if I even woke up. Love isn’t just showing emtions, its knowing that they excist in the first place. I know they are real. I know they are there. Why cant you understand?’ Tears formed behind his eyelids and he began to cry.


‘You can’t ever know that Harry. You’re heart may chose to follow me, but my heart, chooses something else. Harry, I know I’m not gay. I love you as a brother, not as anything more or less.Thats what my heart choose.’

Harry continued crying silent tears as Ron spoke. He prayed to the gods that this would not change what they had. He nodded at Ron, and closed the curtains of his four poster, and for the first time, he cried himself to sleep, swallowing in his self pity.

~*~

As Ron, the thickheaded, stubborn, boy he was, sat there with his mouth was gaping open in thought, his mind wrapped around the mere image of Harry and Draco together. He could not believe that Harry was actually in love with their enemy. Namely, Draco Malfoy.

‘Never thought I would live to see such a day. Then again, I thought he still loved me. I’m sure he resents me. Oh crap, he’s watching me again. Must think of something to say,’ he thought

‘You can’t be,’ he began, with earnest extent. ‘A Malfoy? Harry, you can do so much better without him. I’m sure he wouldn’t mind seeing you drop dead.’

Harry surveyed Ron his best friend carefully. Ron, although usually stubborn, was right. Malfoy would, as he remembered their past, probably have no problem seeing him die. Harry remembered all the taunting, all the jeers, the leers, and what he told Harry during his fourth year…

‘You picked the losing side Potter! I warned you! I told you you ought to choose your company more carefully, remember? I told you not to hang around with riffraffs like them!....They’ll be the first to go, now that the Dark Lord’s back!’

The words echoed in his head. He didn’t know how to justify what he now felt towards someone who said he was going to die.

‘You, you,’ he started in a stammer, trying to find his voice. ‘Wish I’m still pining over you. You loved seeing me all love sick over you.’ He finished his sentence with a smirk plastered on his face, and looking triumphantly at Ron.

Harry threw his shoe at Ron. It was the closest to him. Ron moaned in a fake, childish wabble. Ignoring him, Harry said playfully, ‘It’s getting late Ron. I need my rest. I dread Potions tomorrow...’

‘Harry, Malfoy’s in that class,’ Ron decided to state the obvious.

‘Why don't you just shut up.’ Harry smiled at himself. He really wanted to go to bed so that there would be only a few hours until he would see Draco again. Flopping on his bed, he sighed quietly and closed his eyes. Harry’s last thoughts were about Draco.

‘What am I thinking. Malfoy? Shit, I must have lost my rabid ass mind. I bet he just thinks I’m some silly little bint. Nice thought though, sitting with Malfoy… kissing his neck.’

Harry suddenly realized that his brain wasn’t the only part of his body that was awake.

‘Shit.’

* * *

While back in the Slytherin commons, our nasty little pureblood was thinking of what Harry would think of him.


‘Bet he thinks I’m just a fucking asshole. Well, he doesn't know me. It’s not like I have given him a chance,’ he thought regretfully. ‘But look at that short shaggy mess of hair, those deep emerald eyes--god he is so fucking hot…’

Draco was shivering at his own thoughts.

So Harry's brain was not the only one working that night. Neither was his ‘little Malfoy’, for that matter.

‘Fuck.’

Draco lay in his bed for several minutes, fingering his problems away, wishing that tomorrow would come sooner, so that he could see Harry in potions.