Disclaimer – I do not own anything Harry Potter related.

A/N - This is the not so fluffy replacement for Pretty Green Eyes, if anyone who liked that fic comes and reads this one.

Chapter 1

Love is a crafty thing.

It will sneak up on you when you least expect it and BANG, in an instant you realise that the friend you have known all your life or the girl sitting on the other side of the common room or that person who you always scorned saying, 'What would anyone see in her?' has just become part of your life that you won't be able to do without.

Yes, I think love enjoys it's work.

It can find it's way into the heart of any man and make them fall head over heels in whoever love wants, whether it be good or bad.

Most of the time it was good.

When love had spoken to Lily Evans all those years ago and whispered to her to see past that annoying, attention seeking façade James Potter lived behind, there was no denying that that had been a good move. And when love finally tapped Ron on the head and made him realise that Hermione had been in front of him all along, he just hadn't been able to see her til then, it was the general opinion that that had been another good match. But when love had decided to creep up on the unsuspecting Draco Malfoy in what had begun as another everyday potions lesson and tell him that the reason he couldn't stop staring at the raven haired Harry Potter in the row in front of him and the reason he couldn't help but go out of his way to annoy the Boy who Lived, was not because of some deep hatred and loathing that had to be appeased, but rather quite the opposite, it was because he, frankly, couldn't go a day without seeing that face so much like his father's or hearing that voice, even if it was saying, 'Shove off Malfoy'…Yes when love had thrown itself at Draco Malfoy and made him see who it was who he loved…well at the time it didn't seem like such a good move.

TBC