(Harry's POV)
So, Malfoy had dyed his hair blue, and Hermione had said he'd... changed? Apparently, during our break, they had spent the hour talking about books. Malfoy. And. Hermoine.
I was baffled by this. What had gotten into him? When we had walked into Transfiguration, all he did was smile. No remarks. No smart comments. He smiled.
I almost missed his backtalking. It was who he was.
We sat down at our usual spots at dinner, and we all talked about how strange Draco was acting, and more importantly, why. And that's when he showed up.
"Potter?" Draco asked, striding up towards our table
And that when I realized he didn't want to talk to me.
As soon as he reached me, he grabbed my shirt collar and brought his lips to mine. For some odd reason, I found my hands reaching up towards his face, while he wrapped his around my waist.
The feelings I had pushed down the first day I laid eyes on him resurfaced. I liked Draco. Even If I never wanted to admit it.
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Screw It (a Draco fanfiction) (Completed)
FanfictionI'm bloody done. Screw it. I don't want to be forced into a life I hate. I don't want to do what everyone says. I don't want to be known as the kid who hates everyone and everything. I just want my life back, the one I never had a chance to have.
