Our Love Story

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Chapter 3: Malfoys can fall in love!
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The next morning was pretty much like the day before. I woke up from yet another wonderful dream about Potter. I couldn't wait to spend the afternoon with him.

I didn't know why I had this fascination with Potter. I just thought he was the most sexy, adorable, handsome person I had ever laid eyes on. Man, this crush was getting a little out of hand. If I was not careful I could just fall in love with him, which would never happen I assured myself.

'I better get up,' I thought. So I got up, walked to the bathroom, took a shower, dried off, walked into my room, and over to my closet. Picking out a pair of dark blue trousers, putting on a white shirt with care, and I put on my school robes on over them. Then I looked in the mirror to check my hair. 'Perfect,' I thought. I grabbed my cloak and school bag and made my way to the Great Hall for breakfast. I was, for some reason, very hungry that morning.

Walking into the Great Hall, glimpsing over to the Gryffindor table, I saw that Potter was not at breakfast yet. I walked to the Slytherin table and took a seat next to Blaise. Immediately I began to pile on some eggs, bacon, sausage, and toast on my plate then dug in.

"Hey slow down, you're going to choke if you don't," Blaise said.

"Leave me alone Blaise and just let me eat my breakfast," I snapped.

"Well good morning to you too," he said. "Anyway, what classes do we have today?" he asked.

I growled. 'Damn people interrupting my breakfast,' I thought. "Well you could look on you own schedule, you know? Anyway, I know we have Herbology first, then Transfiguration, and then double Care of Magical Creatures. After lunch, we have charms, and double History of Magic. Oh, and I get to spend the afternoon with Potter today," I said smugly.

Blaise smiled and said, "Oh really, and how did you manage to do that? Potter wouldn't willingly spend time with you."

"We have to work on our essay for Professor Snape, so I suggested we look up the information we need in the library, and he agreed." I grinned.

"Well done, Draco. I do hope you take this advantage and ask him to help. Just suck up your pride and ask for it. He'll be able to help you with the whole Death Eater business."

"I know, I know. Don't rush me. I'll do my best. I hope he'll help me though."

"He will," Blaise said.

We finished our breakfast in silence. I was lost in thought with a million questions running through my head. Could Potter really help me? Would he help me? Would he believe that I do not want to be a Death Eater? What if he found out I liked him? He would probably laugh and think it was hilarious. I wondered if he would ever like me. I did not even know if he was gay.

"Hey, Draco, let's go to class, breakfast is over," I heard Blaise say.

"Yeah, okay Blaise, let's go."

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Well to say the least, my classes were rather eventful that day. First in Transfiguration, Longbottom turned his cup into a rat instead of a cat. All the girls started screaming, jumping on top of their tables. It was rather funny, I must say. Magical Creatures was a hoot. The big oaf introduced us to these little creatures called 'Huggers.' Pansy was not careful enough, and the one that she had out of its cage climbed into her hair. She want ballistic and, wow, that woman can scream like a banshee! It was hilarious.

It was 4:20 when I made my way to my room. I took off my school robes and went into the bathroom to freshen up a bit. I came back into the room, grabbed my Potions book, stuffed it into my school bag and grabbed my cloak. Then, I took one last look in the mirror to check my hair. It was perfect as always, so I made my way to the common room where I met Pansy and Blaise.

"Oh, Draky, it really must be horrible to have to spend time with Potter," she commented. "I really hope he doesn't give you a hard time, and if he does, I know just the thing that will make you feel better," she said, winking at me. 'Ugh doesn't this woman ever give up!' I thought.

"I'll be fine Pansy. I'll see you two at dinner," Blaise came close to me and whispered, "Good luck," I gave him a smile, waved goodbye and made my way to the library.

When I got there, I looked around to see if Potter was already here. He wasn't so I picked out a table to work at. I sat down and took out my books. About this time, Potter arrived.

"Hey, Malfoy," he greeted, taking a seat.

"Hi, Potter," I said and looked at him. He looked upset and defeated. I wondered what was up with him.

"Let's get this over with all right? I'm not in the mood today," he said.

"Sure, Potter. I'll go look for some books with information about Veritaserum. You see if you can find something in our Potions book."

I stood up and made my way to the bookshelves. There were a lot more books than I thought there would be on the subject. So, I grabbed as many as I could carry and walked back to the table. I dumped the books on the table, startling him in the process.

"Geez, Malfoy, don't do that. You almost gave me a heart attack."

"Sorry, Potter," I said not really thinking about it, and sat down. He stared at me dumbly.

"Malfoy, did you just apologize to me?" he asked.

'Oops, had I really just apologized? Damn, I did. Well, I couldn't take it back.'

"Yes, I did Potter, and your point?"

"Well I never thought I'd see the day when you would apologize to me," he said.

"Yeah, well, don't get used to it because it won't happen again."

We resumed reading. I noticed that Potter had been reading the same page for the last ten minutes. I wondered what he was thinking about.

"Earth to Potter, you've been staring at the same page for the last ten minutes or so. Is something wrong?" I asked before I could stop myself.

Potter looked up from his book, and sighed. "I just have a lot on my mind today, Malfoy. Why do you care anyway?" he asked.

I know I was supposed to say that I didn't, but I did. I wanted to be his friend. I wanted him to like me.

"I don't know, you just seem upset about something and I thought I could help," I replied. Then I thought, 'Damn had that just come out of my mouth? I was acting like a damn Gryffindor.' Potter just stared at me dumbfounded.

"Okay, who are you and what have you done with Draco Malfoy? First, you apologize to me, okay that I can handle, but now you want to help me. What are you playing at?"

'Okay, here goes nothing,' "Look Potter as much as you think I hate you. I don't, far from it. You don't know me. You know the cold, arrogant, spoiled brat Malfoy, but that's not who I am. It's just a façade. I have to be like that, because my father says so, but I'm not like that at all," I said, heatedly. 'Yeah, just keep talking Malfoy. Go on make more of fool out of yourself.' He stared at me curiously.

"Really Malfoy? How do I know that I can trust you? You've never given me a reason to. For all I know this could be some elaborate plan, just so you can hand me over to the Voldemort. For that matter, you could already be a Death Eater," he said. 'Oh the nerve,' I thought.

"I am not," I said, a little louder then I meant to, "I am not a Death Eater, not yet anyway and I don't want to be. My father said I'm going to get the Dark Mark over Christmas holidays, but I don't want it. You have to believe me. You have no idea what I've been through this summer, it was horrible. V-Voldemort was horrible, I will never bow down to that psycho half-blood. I bow to no one."

I almost wanted to cry. He had to believe me. If he did not, I would not know what else to do. He looked at me for a while ... straight in my eyes. I dropped all my walls, making myself totally vulnerable. I wanted to let him see that I was telling him the truth.

"Okay, Malfoy, I believe you. I don't know why, but I do. You better not be lying to me," he said. "I think I may be able to help you, but you have to go to Dumbledore. He'll protect you from your father."

"Thank you, you have no idea how much this means to me," I said, and then added, "Can I call you Harry now?" I asked shyly. 'God I was turning into a fucking girl, get a hold of yourself, Malfoy.'

He smiled and said, "Sure, if I can call you Draco."

"Sure. Okay, now let's see what we can find out about Veritaserum, shall we? We have a lot of books to look through," I said.

The rest of the afternoon went really well. We got almost all of the work done, talking about anything and everything. He was easy to talk to. It just made me like him more.

"Well Harry, I think we better call it a day. I have to go to dinner. This afternoon was really great. Why don't we meet back here on Thursday, say around 4:30, so we can finish our essay?" I asked.

"Okay Draco, that sounds good to me. I must say, I like this Draco a lot more then the other Draco. Why don't you act like this normally?"

"I can't. My father won't allow it. I have to keep up this cold façade. It's what I've been taught to do since I was little. I can't act differently. The Draco you've known for the last 6 years is not the real Draco."

"Well, I really like this Draco and I'm really looking forward to getting to know this side of you better. Well, anyway I have to go to dinner as do you. I'll see you on Thursday Draco," he said. With that he got up and left the library.

I sat there for a few minutes, thinking about the afternoon. It had gone really well. All of a sudden, I was really happy, and I felt like everything was going to be all right. 'I really hope so.' I put my books in my bag, stood up and made my way to the Great Hall for dinner.

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Two months after that fateful day in the library, Harry and I were as close as ever. We had really gotten to know each other pretty well in those months. We met up more and more each passing week. Sometimes we didn't even do potions, which was going great. Snape couldn't believe we made the potion right on the first try and we didn't even fight with each other. The look on his face was priceless.

I think I got know pretty much everything about him. He told me that he hates living with his aunt and uncle. They treat him like he doesn't exist and use him as their personal house elf. When he told me that he lived in a cupboard under the stairs for the first 10 years of his life, I couldn't believe it! Who would do that to a child? He hated being famous for something he really didn't do; in fact he doesn't even like all the attention.

He also told me about his godfather, Sirius Black. I still remember that day clearly. He told me watched his godfather die, he told me that it was his fault and that everyone he loves dies. All I could do was hold him; it took hours for him to stop crying. He actually cried in front of me. I swore that if I ever got my hands on Aunt Bellatrix, I would kill her myself.

He also told me a nice little tidbit, which might come in handy. That day in the library when I asked him why he was upset, well it turns out he had just told his friends, Granger and Weasley, that he was gay. Yep, he is gay! So I might have a chance after all. Weasley didn't take it to well, he was totally disgusted, but Granger was completely supportive. So now, Weasley wasn't speaking to him, some friend he is!

In return, I told him how I really felt about my father. I told him about my summer and about the little girl I had killed. That was something I hadn't told anyone, not even Blaise. Harry knew now that I never wanted to kill again, unless it was Voldemort himself. I told him why I didn't want to be a Death Eater. Well, one reason at least. I couldn't tell him that I had fallen in love with him and that I would do anything to protect him. Yes, I said love. I know I said it would never happen, but it did. The more time I spent with him, the more amazing I thought he was! I know I sound like a bloody girl, but one does strange things when one is in love.

Ha! Can you believe it, a Malfoy in love? Who would have thought!

-TBC-