Twisted

Chapter One

"And I'm Malfoy, Draco Malfoy." He stuck his hand out and Harry glanced at Ron before gripping the pale boy's hand. He seemed like he could learn from him and vice versa. To Ron's great shock, Harry shook the boy's hand firmly.

Because of their new friendship Harry was sorted into Slytherin! That meant that the next year whenever Harry was declared/ accused accused of being the heir of slytherin, Draco has practically gone insane! He would clear a path for him every morning and make sure he got what he wanted for his breakfast. No jam? He would bully some other kid for it. Maybe it's mean, but he hated seeing how unhappy he could be at times.

The nightmares were constant with him and lately Draco was woken up to see Harry curled up next to his bed on the floor. Naturally he made room on the bed for him so he wouldn't feel like he would be intruding. He smiled more in the mornings when Harry woke in his bed. Draco knew the nightmares were getting better as long as he had company. Draco was visiting home? He paid another student to keep Harry company. Harry didn't know it, the  obnoxious brick he was, but he didn't think to question it either. Maybe it was simply a perk of being the Chosen One or something, he reasoned.

It wasn't until fourth year Draco realized he liked Harry more than he'd let himself believe. He hadn't quite found girls attractive, and he always seemed to stare at the male quidditch players more. Once he realized his problem he began distancing himself slowly from Harry. He simply couldn't afford to ruin this. he'd actually made a friend! a friend he'd kept for four years now actually, which was a new record that he held proudly. Harry was his everything. It would be devastating to see the boy who has it all hate the boy who faked it all. Draco knew Harry was the best part of his life. Ever. Every Xmas he gave harry an anonymous gift basket, well truckload, convincing himself he was simply being a nice friend. Right? Eventually Harry decided the gifts were from a secret admirer, and boy did Draco start thinking he was right.

"Who do you think is the girl behind it all?" Goyle asked Harry one evening. "Or anyone for that matter," Draco put in, refusing to let Harry believe it would only be a girl. "I have no idea! I know the girl with the bushy hair in Gryffindor is always staring, but that could be because I look like a troll." Harry giggled at his own explanation.

"Absolutely." Draco said sarcastically. "Because we would let the Chosen One go to breakfast looking like he crawled back out of the cupboard." He joked and when Harry laughed too he felt an enormous amount of relief. Some days he liked making jokes about his muggle life and some days he'd hex you for even thinking about it.

"I would sure hope not! Trolls look horrendous! I'd only settle for looking like a goblin. They have much better skin." Harry said as poshly as he could and the boys were practically roaring with laughter. Even Crabbe was laughing and he was in a different side of the dorm.

Laughter is tricky- because depending on who you're laughing with falling in love is very easy.