Hp-Realization- C 1

Realization
Chapter 1
Potential


Boys generally start to notice girls in their early teens, around twelve and thirteen. Draco Malfoy had started to notice them more at thirteen. When he was twelve, yes, he understood the concept of girls and found some attractive. At thirteen, he was mentally narrowing them down to categories; Yuck, Okay, Potential, and Yes. No matter who they where, they where placed once he saw them. It was on a Saturday afternoon that he was thinking about one girl in particular, and where to place her. He'd started his categories in the summer, and she had been mentally put under Okay, Yuck for a few days, but Okay at this point. He was shocked at this, but then he realized, she was under it for one reason, her spunk. He liked it, too much.

Him and the other Slytherines where meeting for Quidditch practice this afternoon and he was the first near the area. The Gryffindors where just heading into the changing house to change out of their practice robes. He pinpointed the girl on his mind, she was talking to the twins animatedly, apparently something funny had been said, because the whole team laughed. He looked at her, she was Okay, so the category fit perfectly. She had developed slightly over the summer, he had checked her out the day before, making sure that was the right category. Something told him that “Okay,” was not right, but he shrugged it off.

The rest of the team met up a little ways off and Draco watched most of the Gryffindors leave the changing area. They stood waiting before Flint grew impatient, but before he could go to the changing house to yell, an argument broke out with the Beaters. Draco rolled his eyes, and jumped when Flint addressed him.

“Malfoy, can you tell those arrogant twits to get the hell out of there. My hands are full.” barked Flint as the rest of the team tried to pull the Beaters apart.

Draco chose to do as told. He was no real use to the fight, not that he'd actually help if he was buffer. Sure he'd managed to get toned over the summer and he was quite pleased with the results. But he was still smaller compared to his teammates. He walked towards the changing room, his cocky grin on his face. Yet he was slightly afraid of getting his arse beat by a bunch of Gryffindors, he was sure he could take one, but no more than that. . . On other thought, Wood would kick his arse.

“CLEAR OUT! GRY....!” Draco yelled as he walked in the room smugly, but he was cut off.

“AHHHH! GET OUT MALFOY!!!!” Draco opened his eyes, he knew that voice.

He felt his face loose all composure and his jaw dropped. He saw a glimpse of lightly tanned flesh and then red, and black hair. He looked at the screamer, and it was just who he thought it was, Harriet Potter. He knew his face was just as red as hers. But he pulled himself together. What to say to a naked Gryffindor girl in a towel.... who was all alone. He smirked, something cocky. He was about to say something, but all he could help thinking was that she had a really pretty face without the glasses and her hair wet and dripping around her face.

“DID YOU HEAR ME!? GET OUT!!” she screamed again, he face was a lovely shade of Rose red.

“You know Potter, you have really nice legs.” He had no idea why he had decided to lean closer to her and say this.

*WHAM*

His face was stinging, and he had fallen to the ground, along with something else. Both her hands had been holding the towel and when she'd smacked him, the towel hadn't completely left her fingers. It lay next to him on the ground. In the split second he looked up, he had officially seen his first naked girl.... his first naked girl had bolted to behind some lockers.

“OUT!!!!!!” her voice was choked with mass humiliation and fury.

Draco fled, mainly because his body was reacting in a way he didn't feel appropriate at that moment. Harriet had potential, she was no longer just okay. Potential, indeed. He ran passed the other Slytherine's and heard Flint say practice was canceled. He hit the bath quickly and was so very happy it was empty.

He left the bathroom a little while later and walked to the dungeons. He smirked, he'd seen a girl naked today. Not just any girl, he'd seen the “Famous Harriet Potter.” He didn't want to dwell at this point, as he was hungry. He was extremely glad he'd actually listened to Flint. As he sat at the table, he looked across to where Harriet sat, her normal spot. He had no idea why he knew it as her spot, maybe all the dirty looks he'd shoot at her. She wasn't there, he shrugged.

“Damn Gryffindors have Quidditch tomorrow again.” said Flint, he ripped his meat apart.

“Morning again?” asked Draco.

“Yeah, bloody bastards, always booking the pitch. Oh well, I have it booked all next week, Wood will be stark raving mad.” the Slytherine's laughed.

Draco had an idea, an evil idea. Harriet entered the room finally, and the idea was set in stone. He watched her play with her glasses as she started whispering something to Hermione. Hermione's jaw dropped and Harriet's face was brilliant red as she looked down. Draco went back to talking to the rest of his classmate, making sure his composure never fell. Suddenly he realized that was a mistake, they where still laughing and he imagined the image reeling in Harriet's head. . . why should he care? Why did he care? He shrugged it off and listened to them talk. He glanced over to the Gryffindor table, but the Golden Trio where gone, Weasley rounding the door corner. The twins looked at each other and fled as well. He had said nothing and he realized, he was going to get his arse kicked. Damn it.

To Be Continued