Chapter 1
Draco Malfoy couldn't believe the Potter boy hadn't taken up his offer to be friends. I mean, come on! He was Draco Malfoy for crying out loud. But, alas, he had asked, and the Potter boy said no. Of course, he was furious. You would be too.
Because of just how furious he was, he would not hesitate to shoot nasty remarks Potter's way. He commented on everything; his hair, his clothes, his friends, his glasses, his eyes... oh, those beautiful shiny emerald eyes that sparkled in the- what the bloody hell was he thinking!?
No. He couldn't think that way! He was a Malfoy! Malfoys and Potters long hated each other. But, a little voice crept into his mind, what if we love him? That isn't so bad, right? Draco pondered this for weeks. If he really liked the Potter boy, what would his father say? He didn't think he was homophobic... but no. He wouldn't tell him. He couldn't. He couldn't bare to tell his father, a Death Eater, that he was in love with The Boy who Lived. That was... blasphemous!
He sat and wondered and wondered and wondered. How could he get the Potter boy to be his friend? He wanted him so badly... but he knew he couldn't have him. He was walking down a hall, in the fifth year, sulking about how Potter didn't like him back, when he ran into the Weasley boy.