I\'ve got a crush on you

**** First off, I don\'t own these characters...well I do own Professor Frickle (later chapters) but who cares about him really? Second, to make things easier for anyone who can\'t figure things out on their own...anything inside of these here ~ ~~~~~~ is being sung. Yes, there is singing. Third, and finally, I don\'t know who sings this song, what the songs name is, and who wrote the things...but I don\'t own it, and I\"m borrowing it...so please don\'t sue me.

CHAPTER 1
~You do everything I wish I did, and everybody wants you, everybody loves you, I know I should tell you how I feel.~ Draco hummed the words to the annoying muggle song that was running through his head. This is what he got for visiting London during tourist season. Damn those muggles and their music.

~I’ve got a crush on you, I hope you feel the way I do. I get a rush when I’m with you. I got a crush on you.~ Draco sauntered around the empty halls of the manor. Since the war he had been alone. His father had been killed, protecting Voldemort till the very end. Even once throwing his only son in front of the Avada Kedavra meant for Voldemort. Somehow saint Potter was able to move his wand and deflect it away from Draco.

For a thanks, Draco sent a card by owl and then forgot about it. He didn’t owe his life to Potter, no matter what the little mud blood and weasel said. It was chance. ~I just want to hold you, and you say exactly how you feel about her, and I wonder could you ever think about me that way~

The manor was quiet. The halls decorated elaborately, as if a shrine to the cold blood that lived there before. Draco didn’t feel much like home. Soon he would sell this place and live off the small fortune his family left him. His mother was locked away on the psyche ward at St. Mungo’s. There was no reason to keep the large, vacant tomb.

That would wait until next summer, after his last year at Hogwarts. With the Dark Lord gone, Draco was hoping he would finally get some peace. Most of his friends had been killed in the war. Many people had died. Needlessly, in Draco’s opinion. But people do stupid things for blind faith, including dying.

Two days, he would be on his way to Hogwarts. It would be different now, with most of the Slytherin seventh years gone. Shrugging, Draco continued to hum. ~You do everything I wish I did, and everybody wants you, everybody loves you~ Smirking, he thought of saint Potter. The words fit. Everybody wanted him. Everybody loved him. Of course, he supposedly saved the wizarding world. But that was up to interpretation.

Bored, Draco grabbed his wand and Apparated to Diagon Ally. He hadn’t bothered to dress in his wizarding robes. He was still dressed in muggle clothes from his trip to central London. Smiling to himself, he didn’t think he looked too bad. Slim jeans snugged his slender hips. A black t-shirt clung to his lean frame, accentuating the broadened shoulders and strong arms from practicing Quiddich. This year he was certain he would beat Potter. He had to at least once.

Brushing back a strand of silver hair from his face, he walked into Flourish and Blotts. Still humming, Draco wandered around aimlessly. ~I’ve got a crush on you. I hope you feel the way that I do. I get a rush when I’m with you~

“So you’re in love now Malfoy?” A warm voice startled Draco’s thoughts. Turning he looked straight into dark emerald eyes.

“Potter.” Draco acknowledged him carelessly.

“No witty comeback? I’m shocked.” Harry said, picking out the next few books they were going to need for their seventh year.

“Call it a good day.” Draco smirked, looking over Harry’s shoulder. “What, no tag-along’s?”

Shrugging, Harry rolled his eyes. “I haven’t been able to shake them since I got back to Ron’s burrow. They’re at my heel’s constantly. Worried I’m going to keel over from all the excitement.”

Chuckling, Draco followed Harry to the counter to pay for his books. “I imagine someone as frail as you needs constant attention.”

“Of course. It’s not like I can take care of myself. In fact, I’m surprised neither of them have offered to wipe my arse after I use the bathroom.”

Handing the gold to the man at the counter, Draco laughed. “Such a hard life for the famous Harry Potter.” Perhaps stuffy old Potter wasn’t as goody-too-shoes as he seemed, Draco mused.

“Harry! There you are!” Came an excited Hermione’s voice. “Ron and I have been looking all over for you!”

Draco could tell the Gryffindor was suppressing the want to roll his eyes at his friends. “I came in to get my books.”

“Well we were worried,” Ron said, still holding Hermione’s hand. When had they begun dating, Draco wondered.

“It’s not like Voldemort is going to pop out of the shelves and kill me Ron.” Ron and Hermione flinched, Draco smirked. Still afraid of the name, even if the person was dead.

“Well, I really must get back to the manor.” Both Hermione and Ron looked over as if just seeing Draco for the first time. “See you at school Potter. Good day.”

Though they were sure he was out of ear shot, they were wrong. Draco could hear Hermione scolding Harry for talking to him. What right did that little bitch have telling Harry he couldn’t talk to him? No matter, it was the first, only, and last time he would make time for Harry Potter.

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“There have been a few changes here at Hogwarts since the war has ended.” Dumbledore started at the beginning of the first feast. Draco sat at a nearly empty table, watching with half interest. “First off, we have lost many students and teachers. Young and old. Many died for a worthy cause. I would like to take a moment to remember them.” Bowing his head, Dumbledore took a long pause.

Lifting his head, the old wizard smiled again. “I would also like to welcome back Remus Lupin, who has decided to take over the position of the Defense Against Dark Arts teacher once more.” There was a round of applause. Draco clapped half heartedly.

“Lastly, because of the low number of seventh years in both Slytherin and Gryffindor, we have decided to combine the students. Through unity we can face the future.” With that, Dumbledore raised his glass, “enjoy.”

The food appeared in front of Draco but he didn’t feel much like eating. Lazily he took a roll and tore off a corner. This was a different start to the year. Though there were a considerable amount less in Slytherin than in Gryffindor, Draco hadn’t ever considered putting them together. It would be an boring year, Draco thought. Being stuck with all those good, honest people. A very boring year.

“Draco, I would like to talk to you about your new room assignments.” Professor Snape touched his shoulder, startling Draco. He hadn’t heard his potions master walk up behind him.

“Yes Professor Snape?” Draco turned, throwing the roll down disinterestedly.

“Are you finished?” He asked, a dark eyebrow raising in question.

“Not very hungry.” Draco stood, “after you Professor.”

Smirking, Snape turned. He noticed how tall the lone Slytherin had gotten over the summer. His hair hung loose down to his neck. He walked with the usual Malfoy grace and integrity. But Severus noticed something very different from last year. Dracusuausually cruel gray eyes had calmed. The darorm orm had settled, settling into a soft, humored silver. “What do you think of the news Draco?”

“Couldn’t care less, to be honest. Doesn’t matter where I live, as long as I get through this year.”

“That’s very big of you. You do realize, that you are the only seventh year Slytherin right? That’s why Dumbledore decided to do this.”

This shocked Draco. He turned to Severus, “what do you mean I’m the only one? I know that many people didn’t die in the war.”

“Many of the students followed their parents underground. You’re the only one that remained to come back to Hogwarts.”

“Well that news to me.” Draco muttered. This wasn’t looking as good anymore. Not only would he have to spend the year with a bunch of Gryffindor’s, but he’d be the onlythlytherin there. No one to laugh with him when he mocked Potter’s scar. No one to snicker when he put down weasel…this was going to be a very long year.

Walking up to a picture of a sleeping old man in a rocking chair, Severus sneered. “Wake up.”

Snorting awake, the tired blue eyes set upon the student and bitter teacher. “Password?” He yawned, stretching in the chair.

“Dilonus.” The portrait swung open, and Severus led the way. Up a flight of winding stairs. Through a small, but comfortable common room. Ending in a room that only had two beds. A trunk lay in front of the soft twin beds. Everyone’s stuff had already been brought up some time before. “There aren’t many of you here. There were only six seventh years left in Gryffindor as well. Potter, Granger, Weasley, Finnigan, Longbottom, and Thomas. Granger will be getting her own room, seeing as how she is the only female in this small house.”

“Why is Dumbledore doing this Professor? To punish me?”

Sighing, Severus shrugged. “I believe he’s doing this so that he can watch all of you. Since the war, he feels that perhaps friendships could be made where hatred use to lie.”

“No matter, as long as I don’t get weasel as a roommate.” There were voices from the common room. Draco turned to Severus, “and it begins,” he smirked at his professor.

“See you tomorrow in class Draco.” Nodding one last time, Severus disappeared from the room.

Carelessly, the Slytherin went about unpacking his books. Carefully he laid his broom out against the window sill. It wouldn’t be so bad. He could stay away from most of his classmates. Stick to being by himself. It wouldn’t be any different than any other year, except no goons to follow his words.

“Of course I’d get you as a roommate Malfoy.” Turning, he spotted the green eyed Gryffindor leaning against the door frame languidly. He was smirking again. “What no singing for me?”

“Only if you’re a good boy.” Draco shot back. “I’m surprised Granger and Weasley weren’t in here before you checking for boogymen and monsters.”

“They’re too distracted sucking face.” Making a puking motion, Harry finally entered the room. He was wearing black pants and a white shirt, showing off the slight tan he had developed over the summer.

“You could have definitely left that out Potter.” Draco closed his eyes trying to will the picture away.

“Why should I be the only one disgusted by it?” Sliding down onto his bed, Harry seemed at home. “Should have known Dumbledore would stick me with you. He always has had a weird sense of humor.”

“Still, can’t say I’m not a bit shocked. How would he know we wouldn’t have killed each other the moment we entered a room together?”

“Because we could have done that during the war. I could have let you die.” Harry reminded nonchalantly.

ng tng to rub that in my face for the rest of my life? Should I be in servitude? Perhaps I should fetch your slippers master?” Draco sat on his bed and stared at the Gryffindor. This was actually kind of fun. He hadn’t ever known Potter could be amusing. Or sarcastic.

“Later you can draw my bath water.” Harry said, waving his hand carelessly.

“Oh Harry! You got stuck with him?!”

Draco shuddered at Hermione’s screechy voice. Or at least, it was screechy to him. “Sad day in Potter’s life.” Draco muttered under his breath.

“Remember what Professor Dumbledore said. We’re supposed to try and get along with him,” Harry sat up, sighing wearily.

“You try to harm one hair on Harry’s head,” Ron started.

With a disgruntled groan, Draco stood. “Oh this is too much. If you don’t mind, I’m leaving now.”

Grabbing his night clothes, Draco pushed past the two lovebirds, Draco heard Harry’s bemused laugh. “Way to go and make the guy feel at home.”

“I really don’t see the reason in this Harry,” Hermione started. Draco didn’t wait around to listen to the entire speech. He wandered off to find the shower rooms.

After a nice, long refreshing shower, the Slytherin felt sleepy. He made his way back into the bedroom, towel drying his hair along the way. Harry was lying in bed, his eyes closed. Draco tried to move gently, as not to wake the Gryffindor, “I had toallyally kick them out.” Harry muttered, not opening his eyes.

Chuckling, Draco threw his dirty clothes beside his bed. “Why don’ t you tell them to bugger off?”

“Because, they’re my best friends. I’m not like you Malfoy, I can’t just hurt people for the hell of it.”

Shrugging, Draco climbed into his bed. He had forgotten how soft and comfortable the bed’s here at Hogwarts were. Suddenly he felt very much at home. Even with the goody-too-shoes Potter lying in a bed not ten feet away. “I hope it’s not going to be like that all year.”

“Perhaps they’ll learn to shag, and do that in all their spare time instead of annoying me,” Harry mumbled, yawning.

Chuckling, Draco felt himself slowly drift off to sleep.


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