Our Love Story

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~ Chapter 1: Finally back to school ~

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Yes!!!! I was finally free. God, I could finally get away from my father and that fucking nut case called Voldemort.

Oh my god, you have no idea how happy I was to be back at school. That summer was the most horrible of all. I had come home that summer with the thought that Father would still be in Azkaban. I was actually happy to go home that summer. Well, the summer started out okay. I just stayed in my room for the most part. But in the middle of my second week home, guess who came home? Yep, dear ol' dad, but he wasn't alone. He brought with him the lovely Voldemort (lovely my arse).

That summer was the most horrible summer of my life. Father thought he would prepare me to get the Dark Mark over Christmas holidays. Therefore, I started going to Death Eaters meetings, where I met Voldemort himself. He was the most horrible man I have ever met. I watched them torture people. They beat and raped women. It was so horrible that I still get shivers at the thought of it.

There was one event, which I will never, ever forget. Father decided to test me. It was me, my father, and three other Death Eaters. I think they were Crabbe, Goyle and Nott, seniors. We entered this Muggle house in the middle of the night. Father went upstairs and came back with four people. They looked very frightened.

There were two adults and two children. Father bound the adults and cast the Silencing charm on them. They had to watch their own children be tortured and beaten. Moreover, Every time they would try to fight to get to their children, Father would cast the Cruciatus Curse on them. Then Father told me to cast the curse on the little girl, ... a little girl for God's sake! I didn't want to do it, but I didn't have a choice. I'll never forget the look on her face. Her eyes, they looked so lifeless, as if she didn't want to live anymore. She was in so much pain. I think I kept her under the curse for at least 5 minutes. Then Father told me to kill her. I have never killed anyone in my life. I didn't think I could do it. I didn't want to do it, but I had to.

I looked at her parents' faces, their eyes were pleading with me. I cast the killing curse and saw her body fall lifeless to the ground. I held my head up high, as a proud Malfoy should. I looked at my father, and he looked like he was really proud of me. Father had never given me that look before. He was actually proud of me. But, that it didn't matter to me anymore. I just killed this helpless little girl because she was a Muggle. I wanted to curl up in a corner and cry, but I couldn't since Malfoys don't cry.

Father, and the other Death Eaters, killed the others. When I got back to the manor, I went to my room and I cried. I cried for the little girl. I cried for her family. I just cried. I told myself, I was never going to kill again. Except if, it was Voldemort himself. I will find a way to get out of being a Death Eater. I just had to. It was that simple.

I was standing on Platform 9 and 3/4, and I was finally free. There were students everywhere, but I was only looking for one person. Ah, there he was, Potter, with the Weasel and Granger, our favorite Golden Trio. I took a long hard look at him. He looked really good. He had changed a little. He was a little taller, and Quidditch was really doing wonders for his body. I saw that he had gotten rid of his glasses, but his hair was still as unruly as ever. The only thing I could think about as I was staring at him was, 'God, he's so hot. It has to be illegal to look that good.'

I think he felt like someone was looking at him, because he turned around and looked right at me. He gave me a questioning look, so I immediately looked away blushing a little. 'God real smooth Malfoy,' I thought. I turned around and walked to the train. Looking around on the train, finding an empty compartment, I sat down. My mind wandered to Harry. 'No, not 'Harry', Potter.'

This thing I had with Potter, you could call it a "crush," if you will. I don't really know how it started. I think it was last year. Gryffindor and Slytherin were playing in the second Quidditch game of the season. I was in the air on my Firebolt, looking for the Snitch. I looked over at Potter who was looking for the Snitch as well. He was totally focused: he was all sweaty; his hair was messier then usual, glasses almost falling off his face. I thought, 'Damn he looks good. When did Potter get so hot?'

So, I stared at him. I still can't believe I thought that about him. Okay, I mean, I knew I'm gay. But this is Harry-bloody-Potter, my enemy. I was supposed to hate him, not be thinking about ravishing him right then and there. Well, by the time I came back to my senses, Potter went into a dive after the Snitch. I tried to catch up but I was too far behind, so he caught the Snitch. I was beyond furious, bloody Potter looking so hot, disturbing my concentration. At first, I was in denial. Me, like Harry Potter? Never! However, the feeling wouldn't go away, so I started accepting that I actually liked him.

That's how it went the whole year. I would sneak looks at him as often as I could. I should have really stopped doing that. However, he only caught me once. We were in Potions and he was working on his assignment with Granger. I was waiting for my potion to start boiling, so I busied myself with my favorite activity, staring at Potter when he was not looking. Well, I was so deep in thought, thinking of all the things I could be doing to him, that I didn't realize he had caught me staring. He was staring right at me. I tried to cover by glaring at him, but it was no use because I knew he could see me blush. So, I just turned my head and looked back at my potion. I acted as if nothing happened. I had been a lot more careful from then on, or so I thought.

I thought the summer holidays would help me get over Potter. Oh, how wrong I was. I still thought he was fucking hot, liked him, and wanted him. Damn, I thought I would have gotten over it by then. One might have thought I was in love with him. 'Whoa there Malfoy, back it up, don't even go there. I am a Malfoy and Malfoys don't fall in love.' I'd thought. Although, there was this little voice that said, 'in denial', but I just ignored it.

The compartment door opening interrupted my thoughts. Crabbe, Goyle, Pansy, and Blaise walked in. Ah Blaise, now that was an interesting story. He was my best mate, my only real friend. He was the only one that knew that I did not really want to be a Death Eater. He helped me figure out that I was gay. He was also the first person I kissed, not to mention the first person I fucked, but that's all it was. We were better as friends, although it was a good shag none-the-less. He was the best mate a guy could ask for. Unlike Crabbe and Goyle who only hang around, because their fathers had basically ordered them too and Pansy who thought that she was in love with me.

"Draco!" Pansy shrieked, running over to me and enveloping me in a hug, a rather hard one at that, I might add.

"Get off me Pansy," I said trying to push her off of me, but it wasn't working.

"Oh, don't be like that Draky, you know you like it."

"Don't call me that Pansy, and no, I don't like it. Now let me go!"

Pansy made a 'humph' sound and sat on the seat across me. Crabbe took a seat on my left and Goyle on my right. Blaise sat next to Pansy.

"So how was your summer, Draco?" Blaise asked. "Both Crabbe and Goyle got the Dark Mark over the summer. Did you get yours already?"

"No, Blaise, you know I can't get mine yet. Father said I'll get initiated over Christmas holidays."

"Right, Pansy and I are also getting ours during Christmas holidays."

"I can't wait to get mine. Daddy will be so proud and I can't wait to get rid of all those filthy Mudbloods. I think I'll start with Granger. What do you think Draco?" Pansy said.

I was not really listening, "Yeah, Pansy, definitely Granger first." I really did not say much after that. After a few minutes, I stood up and headed to the Prefect's compartment.

When I got back from patrolling, some more people had entered our compartment. I took a seat next to Crabbe. Everybody was still talking about their summers. I wasn't really talking. I just sat there and stared out of the window, thinking of Harry, Death Eaters, Harry, Voldemort, and Harry. 'I should really do something about this crush I have on Potter.'

"Draco, you better change. We'll be at Hogwarts in a few minutes."

"Okay, Blaise, thanks."

I finished changing into my school robes, just as the train came to a stop. I got out of the train and looked for a carriage. The carriage with my friends was already full, so I searched for another one. When I finally find one, I could not help but stare at the Thestrals. They were very creepy in a fascinating kind of way. I entered the carriage and took a seat. A minute later, someone else entered the carriage. 'Oh my god, no, not him,' I thought.

"Oh great, just had to be this carriage," I muttered.

"Yeah, well, it's not like I want to be in here. The other ones are full, so just deal with it Malfoy."

"Sure, Potter, whatever you say."

We sat in silence for a few minutes. Although I really tried not to stare, or even look at him, but I was failing miserably. I guess he noticed because he said, "What Malfoy? Why do you keep looking at me? And it's not only now, last year too. Don't think I didn't see you - I did. I can't count how many times I saw you staring at me. What's your deal? Am I that fascinating to look at?"

'Well, duh, fascinating and a whole lot more! You're so freaking hot. I can't stand it. I just want to shag you senseless right here and now.' Yeah, well, that's what my head said, but my mouth had another idea.

"Yeah right, get over yourself Potter. You're about as fascinating as a pig. Besides, you have your little fan club to do that. I wouldn't look at your ugly face even if I wanted to," I sneered. Well, at least I tried to.

"Yeah, right, Malfoy. I can see the way you look at me."

'Okay what does he mean with that? He doesn't know does he?' I thought. "What the hell is that supposed to mean?" I asked.

"Oh nothing, Malfoy, forget I said anything," he turned away and looked out of the window.

'Damn, what the hell did he mean? What if he knows I like him? But he can't. I've been as discreet as possible,' or so I thought.

The carriage came to a stop. We both tried to get out of the carriage at the same.

"Move, Potter, I want to get out first," I spat.

"No way, Malfoy, you move," he said and gave me a push. I staggered backwards and he walked out of the carriage. 'Oh hell no. He did not just push me. No one pushes a Malfoy and gets away with it,' I thought. So I tackled him to the ground, and fell right on top of him.

"What the hell, Malfoy? Get off me."

I grabbed him by the shirt collar. "No one pushes me, Potter, and gets away with it," I said and punched him in the face. Okay, I know, but, hey, he started it. So, there we were fighting, and school had not even started yet. I punched him. He punched me. When we stopped, I somehow ended up underneath him. Then he looked at me, and me at him; our eyes locked. I couldn't help but stare. I just love his eyes. My head screamed, 'look away,' but I couldn't, I felt like I was drowning in those eyes. They were the most beautiful green I had ever seen.

"Mr. Potter and Mr. Malfoy, what is the meaning of this??? School hasn't even started yet and you're already fighting!" I heard Professor McGonagall shout. Potter got off of me, much to my displeasure, and we stood up.

"Sorry Professor, but Malfoy tackled me and started punching me," Harry said.

"But you started it, Potter. You're the one that pushed me. Remember?" I said.

"Excuses, Excuses. I don't care who started it. This is not a good example to set for the younger students. You should both be ashamed of yourselves. You boys are not 12 anymore. When is all this fighting going to stop? Thirty points from both of your houses! Now, get into the Great Hall. before you give you both detention," she said and walked away in a huff.

"Thanks a lot Malfoy. This is entirely your fault," Harry spat.

"You started it, Potter. You pushed me, your fault, not mine."

"Yeah, whatever Malfoy, just stay away from me," he said as he walked away, and went into the Great Hall.

I stood there for a few minutes, and then composed myself as best as possible. I straightened my clothes and my hair. And once I regained my composure, I made my way to the Great Hall. I took a seat next to Blaise. I saw McGonagall walking into the Great Hall with the new First Years. Blaise looked at me, gave me a questioning look, and asked, "Did you and Potter have another go?"

I sighed, "Yeah, but it was entirely his fault, he's the one that started it."

"Draco, you know, there are other things you could be doing instead of fighting with him," he said winking at me. "You should really think about telling him." Oh yeah, Blaise knew I liked Potter. I just had to tell him. I had to tell somebody.

"Shh, Blaise, not too loud...Yeah, that will be a fun conversation. 'Hey Harry, even though we're enemies. I think you're really hot, and I really like you a lot. Want to shag?' Yeah, like that will work, I can so see him laughing his arse off. I bet he couldn't wait to tell all his friends that I'm gay. Just face it, Blaise, the day that Harry Potter might actually like me, is that day I start liking Pansy."

He laughed, "You never know, Draco. Some people might surprise you."

I went to answer, but was stopped when Dumbledore rose from his seat and started his start of term speech. "Welcome students to another year at Hogwarts. I have a few start of term notices. The Forbidden Forest is well, just that. No magic in corridors. This year's Head Girl and Head Boy have been selected. This year's Head Girl will be Miss Hermione Granger from Gryffindor." The Gryffindor table burst into applause. I could hear a 'whoop' coming from both Harry and the Weasel. "And this years Head Boy will be Mr. Draco Malfoy from Slytherin."

Silence.

'HA! Didn't think that would happen, did you?' I'd thought. I had done it. I was Head Boy. "YES!" I couldn't help but shout. I heard people laugh and then everybody applauded, the Slytherin table the loudest, of course.

"Indeed, Mr. Malfoy. Congratulations to both of you. Well, I only have one more thing left to say. Tuck in."

The food appeared right before our eyes. Now that I had thought about it, I was rather hungry, so I dug in. A few minutes into eating my dinner, I felt as if someone was staring at me. I looked up from my plate, and looked around. I saw that Potter was staring at me; he tried to look away as fast as he could, but I saw him, and he was blushing. 'Hmmm, what was that all about?' I suddenly felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned to see Professor Snape.

"Draco, the Headmaster wants to see you after dinner."

"Okay, sure thing, Professor."

"The password is 'Canary Creams'," he said, and walked back to the staff table.

After dinner, I excused myself from my friends and made my way to Dumbledore's office. I met Granger at the entrance. I nodded my head, "Granger." I had gained a lot of respect for her the previous year. She was not that bad, even if she was a Mudblood. "Congratulations on making Head Girl this year."

"Malfoy," she nodded back. "Thanks, congratulations to you too. Canary Creams," she said.

By the time I left Dumbledore's office, it was already 10:30 PM and I was beat. I thought Dumbledore was never going to shut up. I made my way back to the Slytherin common room, and headed upstairs to the Head Boy's room. 'Thank God, I get my own room this year. Ahh, the perks of being Head Boy aren't too bad either,' I thought. I quickly changed into pair of silk pajamas. Man, I love silk. I immediately climbed into bed and pulled the covers over me. The last thought I had before I drifted of to dreamland was,

'Man, it feels great to be back.'

-TBC-