Harry Potter and the Unicorn King

note: Ohh....... Thank you so so much to all of you ^_^..... You people are so so
nice to me..... ^_^ anyways, a lot asked how the whole \'Draco likes Harry all the
while\' happened so I thought that I\'d oblige ^_^ we are going to delve deep into
the young Slytherin\'s thoughts in this chapter and maybe you\'ll believe the load
of crap I put in here ^_^.... Read on folks!!!

Disclaimer: MMMMMPPPPFFFFFFFFFFF!!!!!!!!! (garraffen still has packing tape on his
mouth, courtesy of Rowling from previous chapter) Rowling: I\'ll tell you what he\'s
saying, he says that he owns Harry Potter and one day he shall overthrow me and
become the sole master of the story...... But too bad he can\'t really say that!!!
(Rowling binds garraffen\'s whole body with packing tape and sends him to the sea,
sharks encircle garraffen moments later)

DRACO\'S THOUGHTS

Draco looked at himself in the mirror and started applying hefty amounts of gel on
his hair.

Draco remembered that encounter two days ago, he could still see the anger flaring
on the Golden Boy\'s spectacular green eyes. Draco could still feel Harry\'s tight
grip on the scruff of his robes as the said boy pressed him up the wall. Draco had
actually memorized each feature on Harry\'s face, his marvelous green eyes, his
brows, his legendary lightning scar, his unruly jet black hair that suited him
wonderfully, his strong jaw and the boy\'s lucious lips...

And how those lips were so close for the taking...

Draco sighed in exasperation and brought the gel bottle down harshly.

Dammit! Why? WHY?! Draco thought angrily.

Draco collected all his memories... starting from that day.

* * * * * * * *

There was a commotion all throughout the Hogwarts Express.

\"Did you hear? Harry Potter is on this train?\" A short boy said.

\"NO WAY.\" A tall girl said to the boy. \"Seriously, THE Harry Potter?\" She asked.

\"Yes!\" The boy answered jovially. \"I don\'t know which compartment, but he\'s here!\"

\"Did you see him? What does he look like?\" The girl asked.

Draco heard these same lines almost the entire afternoon while he walked along
the train.

Harry Potter? The Boy Who Lived? Here? I must meet him! Draco thought.

He had heard many stories about the boy, how he was able to defeat the Dark Lord,
how he saved the whole wizarding world from the darkness of the times...

Draco had always dreamed of meeting the boy, ever since his mother told him the
story of the Boy Who Lived, he wanted to meet him face to face and see what was
so mysterious about this boy, what powers did he have that destroyed the most
evil wizard of all time, and his scar... did he really have that scar?

Draco didn\'t pay attention to the two nitwits following him, his father told him
that these two were the sons of his friends...

Yeah right.

Then he stopped walking.

There he is! I can see him through the glass! Draco said. Based from the talks he
heard from the various people of the train, Harry Potter was in a compartment with
a red haired boy.

He did not waste any time. He quickly opened the door and summoned all the
coolness he had.

But maybe he summoned too much.

Because right there and then Harry Potter refused his friendship, maybe because
he insulted his friend.

Seriously he could have better friends. Draco thought.

How dare he refuse me. He has no idea... That fool! He thinks he\'s so famous, so
perfect, hero of the wizarding world my ass! I am going to make him regret his
mistake... I am going to make him fall...

And so he tried...

* * * * * * * *

Draco combed his hair carefully, styling it with utmost care. He remembered that
he also saw Harry Potter inside Madame Malkin\'s Robes For All Occasions but he
did not pay the slightest attention to him... he just bragged.

Draco remembered their second year and the fiasco about the Chamber of Secrets.
Once again Potter saved the school just like he did the year before... He was
able to thwart the Dark Lord\'s return twice.

Once again all of the wizarding world paid homage to the Boy Who Lived.

Draco was determined to change all that. He wanted to cause Potter\'s downfall.

And he was going to do everything in his power to do so.

Third Year approached... Sirius Black had escaped Azkaban Prison.

This was so perfect... Draco thought. And the addition of the Dementors making
Harry faint on the train was just what he needed to make Harry\'s life hell.

He coaxed Harry into hunting Sirius Black... But Harry paid no heed. Was It just
him or was Harry really paying less attention to his taunts already?

This was not good.

He wanted Harry to crumble, he wanted him to fail to be humiliated just like what
the Boy Who Fucking Lived did to him...

He can\'t ignore me!!! Draco thought savagely.

He devised a plan to make Harry fall once again from his broom, Draco, Crabbe,
Goyle and Flint would dress up like Dementors and disrupt Harry\'s concentration
in the Quidditch match and make him faint...

How wrong he was that time.

Draco\'s plan backfired and Gryffindor won. He was sent to detention.

His hate for him grew. He\'s going to pay for that! He said to himself.

Year the fourth comes in, and the excitement about the Quidditch World Cup has
attaracted many to come, especially Harry Potter.

He remembered the night when the Death Eaters drank their guts out and messed
around the muggles, but it did not stop there... they wanted to do more, they
wanted to get all the mudbloods too and they wanted to get revenge on Harry
Potter.

Draco felt on fire.

NO! NO! No one touches Harry but me! He\'s mine!

Draco couldn\'t believe that came from him, but still he found the golden trio
that night and made sure no one got near them.

Especially to Harry.

This was not good at all.

Am I obsessed with him? Draco asked himself... NO. NO. Me obsessed? With HIM?
That can\'t be! I\'m supposed to make his life hell, to humiliate him... to... to
kill him...

Kill him?

Why?

Because he refused you?

Obsessed?

But I hate him.

Do you?

I don\'t care about him!

Don\'t you?

Kill Harry Potter?

I DON\'T KNOW!

It became worse when Harry became the fourth champion of the Triwizard
tournament.

Draco\'s insides flared with rage. How was he able to get his name through?
Fucking Boy Who Lived!

But there was one thing Draco could not forget that year.

The Yule Ball.

He did not know why but the first person he looked for was Harry... And there he
was, in bottle green dress robes that matched his eyes, looking quite handsome.

Handsome?

Dammit! What am I thinking?! Draco said to himself.

But Harry was like a magnet that kept pulling his eyes to him.

Harry has changed... Draco thought.

NO! I\'m not gay!

Then why do I want to tear Patil\'s hands off Harry when they dance?

Draco lay in thought after that night.

What the fuck is wrong with me? He asked himself. Why? WHY?! Of all the people
in this whole wide damn world why Harry Potter?!

Wait... Why do you think it\'s him?

No! I don\'t like him! who said so?! Draco fought himself.

All of the things that were done, all the jeers, the teases, the taunts, the snide
remarks, the schemes... All of those, everything... What were they for?

I just wanted his attention.

MERLIN NO!!!

I do not want his attention! I don\'t want him! I\'m not attracted to him!

Who said you wanted him?

NO. NO.

But the more he fought it, the more it clung to his heart.

His heart...

The one place his father told him not to use. No emotions, no. But why? Why
does Harry stubbornly stay there?

Even if Harry was the one who caused his father\'s imprisonment he still stayed
there...

Draco snapped back to the present.

There was no doubt inside him. He cared for Harry, and the experience two days
ago really pushed him to the limits... Harry wa so close that night, so close
that he felt an unecessary twitching right at his lower regions...

Thank god he didn\'t notice. Draco said to himself.

It was just last year that he really admitted everything.

It really hurt him when he kicked Harry on the train. It hurt so much that when
he did so all he wanted was to lift the Petrificus Totalus and wipe the blood
that started coming out Harry\'s nose.

But he had to.

Or else his father would be killed.

The Dark Lord wanted to.

He had no choice.

That was why he did it. That was why he submitted to the Dark Lord\'s instructions.

Kill Albus Dumbledore. Kill Harry Potter.

That was why he was crying at the bathroom, comforted by Moaning Myrtle, and
when Harry hit him with that spell, the spell that sliced his body open... He felt
like everything was going to be ok...

Maybe death would be my only exit from all of this? Draco thought.

And when Harry rushed to his side and cradled him in his arms... concern etched
on his face as the boy said sorry over and over again...

He felt that he was complete.

\"Master Draco?\" A voice called.

Draco was awaken from his recollections.

\"What?\" He asked the house-elf.

\"Master, your mother calls she is wanting you down so that you could leave for
Hogwarts already, she tells that you will be late if yo udo not hurry.\" The elf
said.

\"Tell her I\'ll be down.\" Draco said.

The elf bowed and went downstairs.

This year is going to be different. Draco thought. I\'m going to protect Harry no
matter what. Draco said.

After all, that was HIS dying wish. He thought as he left his room.

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Ohhhhhh....... Finally, that is done...... I must tell you that was
really difficult........ really I had a hard time writing that......
Tell me if it\'s no good and if I should continue please...........
Arrrggghhhhhhhh... I have no more energy to even try to be funny....
(exhausted to the max)

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