What a Dream to Dream
Draco Malfoy was so happy to be out of Malfoy Manor and from under the thumb of his father and their insane creepy band of Wizards. He obviously knew Harry Potter was telling the truth about the Dark Lord returning but he was not going to be seen agreeing with the specky git in public. Please. Most of the Slytherins who were part of the Death Eater inner circle or not entirely stupid knew He was back. There was no way Harry Potter of all people would kill a Hufflepuff. He is supposed to be the savior not the liar.
Harry Potter and his perfect beautiful face and stupid clothes. Harry Potter, the object of Draco's affection since first year. Ugh, why does he do this to himself. The only person Draco remotely trusted with this information is Pansy, who also gave him grief for his abysmal tastes in men. Harry Potter was an idiot. He barely passed any of his classes, besides Defense of course. He was absolute shite at potions. He wore the worst clothes Draco had seen on a human being. His hair looked like a neglected nest and Draco wanted nothing more than to tame it and run his hand through it.
The welcoming feast was uninteresting until the new Defense Against the Dark arts professor stood up and told the whole school the biggest lie since Dumbledore said that Longbottom was brave in first year, letting the Gryffindorks win house cup. Draco tried to sneak glances at Harry as he did every time the two were in the great hall together. He noticed Harry's face had a sour, sort of constipated look on it as if he was thinking about something worrisome.
On the way back to the common room Draco looped his arm through Pansy’s and whispered in her ear “Did you see Potter tonight? What on earth was happening to his face?”
“Darling how am I supposed to figure out what's going on in that nutters head. He was probably upset at Umbridge telling the whole school there’s nothing to be worried about and trying to gaslight the whole school into thinking the Dark Lord is not back.” Pansy rolled her eyes and softly spoke yet annoyed as she knew right away when Draco began to whisper that of course it was going to be about Potter. She loved Draco dearly but it was literally the first day back at this wretched school and already they were talking about Potter. She didn’t see Draco much over the summer with all the Dark Lord nonsense going on, so she was excited to see her best friend today. Her only solace is that Draco was able to wait until after the welcoming feast before taking out and waiving around the torch he held for Potter.
“Ugh Pans you are no help in the slightest, I'm sure that barely bothered him as people having been calling him crazy since second year. That’s hardly new information. No there was something else going on in that batshit brain of his. Maybe he’s finally come to his senses and realized what I catch I am!” Draco said excitedly, “Of course I'm going to have to make him work for it, I am not some tramp who’s going to through himself at him as some of the girls in past years have.”
“Of course, Draco dear,” Pansy drawled. “You would never do something stupid to get the ‘saviors’ attention” remembering all the stupid things Draco has done to get Potters attention. “Such as making your father buy your way into the quidditch team, or make ‘Potter Stinks’ badg-”
“Ugh how dare you Pansy I thought those badges were a stroke of genius.” Draco exclaimed a little too loud as some 6th years looked over at the two. “Fine,” he said quietly again “you’ve made your point. I at least think I’ve made my affections known with a little more grace than just tossing myself at him. Not that he has gotten the hint yet.” he harrumphed.
Pansy nodded and patted his arm but didn't respond as they entered the Slytherin common room. “Well, I'm exhausted and want to retire early so I'll see you in the morning Draco.” She kissed his cheek and bade him farewell walking toward the girls 5th year dorms.
“Night Pans” Draco returned the kiss and went to sit on the couch and glare the fireplace pondering Potters sour face. Having a crush on Harry Potter complicated things in Draco’s life. He’s known since 3rd year he was gay and it never bothered him thinking that it was something to worry about in the distant future. Seeing as mother could not bear more children the weight of the Malfoy name fell onto him to further. There were still a few kinks to work out with that. Maybe he could try to find someone to have a lavender marriage to and still shag Harry or whomever on the side. Appearances were everything with his father and right now he could not let anyone but Pansy know of his predilection towards men. Especially now with the Dark Lord back Draco knew what his father expected of him. The fight within himself to respect his family legacy and to respect his own heart was something Draco had a hard time with internally. That is not a topic he has been brave enough to bring up to Pansy.
Draco shook himself out of his thoughts, brushed off the nonexistent dirt on his robes and retired to bed for the night, thinking about how to bother Potter this year. He lay on his bed and heard Goyle snoring as loud as the Hogwarts Express whistle. He threw a pillow at the boy to get him to quiet down which startled him awake to stare at Draco a moment before turning around and going back to sleep, more quietly to Dracos delight. Being back at Hogwarts and knowing he was going to see Potter let him breathe a bit of fresh air. No father to breathe over his neck, no mother constantly badgering him to speak to the pureblood girls of his house besides Pansy and there was no way the Dark Lord would even try to show his face here with Dumbledore still around. He closed his eyes with a smile on his face and tried to dream of making out with Potter on the Quidditch field.