Chapter 1
The sun was bright in Harrys' eyes as he woke up. ‘Two more days until I have some peace’, Harry thought to himself. It was the Thursday before the Christmas holidays and Harry was excited to have some peace and quiet, something he hadn’t had since the start of his eighth year.
Since the start of the eighth year, Harry had realized that Hermione was right in the past few years, he did, in fact, have an obsession with Draco Malfoy. his obsession was less of an obsession and more of a crush but never mind that. what made it worse was he had to share a dorm, just the two of them, and he was permanently partnered with him in potions. Harry had also had specific dreams of Draco and himself that he had tried to ignore, but failed miserably. Last but not least, Draco had gotten fit during the summer, making sharing a dorm more like hell.
As Harry got out of bed he saw Draco was still sleeping. he looked away hoping soon Draco would wake up on his own. Harry got up caught dressed and was about to walk out of the door before he checked the clock. there were only ten minutes until breakfast. if Draco didn’t get up now he would be late and after months of Living With Draco Harry knew he wouldn't be happy if he were late for breakfast. so after his attention drink who made his way over to Draco's bed, he leaned down and gently shook Draco's shoulder.
“Dr-malfoy, wake up you’re going to be late for breakfast,” Harry said, trying to wake Draco.
“No, I don’t want to,” Draco groaned and buried his head into his pillow.
“Malfoy get up, you’re going to be pissed off all day otherwise,” Harry said, starting to get annoyed.
“No,”
“Yes,”
“No,”
“Yes,”
“NO,”
“Yes,”
“NO,”
“YES,”
“FINE,”
Draco finally got out of bed,(more like dragged himself out but he got up anyway). “You're an arsehole, you know that,” Draco said under his breath. After five minutes they made their way downstairs towards the eighth-year common room.
“Hello sunshine, what a good morning it is,” Blaise Zambini said brightly from the couch beside Pansy Parkinson.
“Fuck off Zambini,” Draco said, scowling at the dark skinned boy.
Harry sighed and sat next to Hermione who was reading some muggle book. “Hello Harry, how are you this morning,”
“I’m alright I guess, how about you?” Harry replied leaning his head on the back of the couch they were sitting on.
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Harry tries to convince everybody that he hates Draco Malfoy but nearly all of the eighth years know about his obsession,(or crush?) Harry has tried so many times to keep the secret but he has never been able to keep many other secrets so it's not that surprising that he can't keep this one.