Here's my first Harry Potter fic. It takes place during their school years and everything and I have three chapters already done so I hope to update regularly since I'm already ahead.

Enjoy

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, although I am British!

Draco felt like he needed to find a rubbage bin and now. He gagged on his pumpkin juice and tried to take his eyes from the horrific sight across the Great Hall. However, it was like a train wreck, and no matter how hard he tried to focus on the happenings of the Slytherine table, he could not tear his eyes from the sickening scene.

The retched site in question? Harry Potter snogging Ginny Weasley. Draco finally forced himself to turn to Goyle. "Sickening, isn't it?" He grumbled. "Hard to not vomit." Goyle and Crabbe snickered and nodded. Draco sighed. They had always been good company, but never really ones for conversation. He glanced around the table. Blaise and Pansy chattered away, Pansy flirting and Blaise sitting up straight with his condescending, bored expression on his face.

Blaise was a good person to hold conversations with, but Draco hated how he looked down on everyone; especially Draco. Pansy was a good person to gloat to, but she only wanted to look good. Draco sighed. There was no distraction! Which, unfortunately, meant that his eyes fell on the scene of the Weaslette and Potter being cutesy.

Draco gagged again.

Draco's laugh could be heard throughout the hallway. Harry grimaced, his fingers laced with Ginny's. He couldn't keep himself from turning, no matter how much he knew, from experience, he shouldn't. Draco stood with his usual goons at his side and normal followers gathered around them. "Look here, it's the perfect couple! Harry Potter, the rich and famous celebrity and Ginny, his little playgirl."

Ginny rolled her eyes and turned away. Harry shot Draco a nasty look and turned away as well. He and Ginny had a mutual agreement that, should Draco pull a stunt like he was now, they would just walk away. Harry, however, had to glance back at the look of disbelief that crossed the other boy's pointed face. Was it the distance, or maybe just his imagination, but Draco almost looked hurt at being ignored.

How dare he! Draco mentally screamed, his face flushing in anger and his heart pounding. How dare he just ignore me! His fist shook as he clenched it tighter and tighter, his anger bubbling over at an unbelievably fast rate. His quill that had been in his hand burst into flames and the ashes fluttered down on his paper. Damn.

"Mr. Malfoy!" Professor Flitwick's high pitched voice squeaked over the heads as they turned to look at the blonde in question. "What in the world are you doing over there?" He demanded.

Draco looked at the teacher, his eyes glancing around at the faces that stared at him. A few voices muttered about the room. Draco caught sight of Ron muttering to Harry, making the black haired boy snort and immediately cover his mouth. Draco flushed in embarrassment and looked down. "Sorry, sir," he apologized, not wanting to look up at everyone again.

"Please try to control yourself, Mr. Malfoy," the tiny professor advised in a huff and went back to teaching.

Draco sighed and glanced up seeing Harry looking at him. He quickly busied himself with taking out another quill and continuing his notes. Stupid, Potter. He growled mentally as Harry too went back to pretending to focus on the lesson. It's his fault.

Draco, for once, was alone as he walked down the corridor. Crabbe and Goyle were off in detention and Draco felt like being on his own for this trip as he headed to the Great Hall for lunch. He was still angry with his Charms class, but he had calmed down significantly since then. "Get in anymore trouble today, Malfoy!" A Gryffindor called. Draco looked up and saw a group by the door including Ron and Harry and Hermione. Draco ignored them all and walked by.

"Why not try catching the teacher on fire!" Another called after. "Or can you only do it with quills?"

Draco bit the inside of his cheek, several snide comments pushing to get out, but he held them back. He wasn't sure why. Normally, he would send them out rapid fire, but today he simply did not feel like it. He felt disappointed and almost crushed. He glanced at Harry who was watching him, shocked and confused.

Take that, Potter, Draco thought, deciding the look on the other boy's face was worth it.

Chapter 1- End

TBC

well that's chapter one. there's more to come. reviews=fuel so keep on fueling.