Title: Pretty eyes.

Disclaimer: I wish I owned Harry Potter but…I don't xD It's J.K. Rowling who's got it ¬¬ not faiiir T.T

Rating: M in following chapters.

Pairings: Draco/Harry.

Summary: After summer, Hogwarts opens it's doors again. Harry's happy to go back, but people says he looks like a girl! Also, Malfoy and Zabini begin to act strangely towards him… D/H.

A/N: it's my second fanfic so I don't know if it will be good or bad or what…Also, I don't usually speak English, so if there's any mistake or something forgive me... xD well, enjoy!

Pretty eyes

When Harry finally met Ron and Hermione at the train compartment, he was welcomed by two stunned looks.

"…What?"

His two friends went on looking at him, open-mouthed and, apparently, too shocked for words.

"I said what!"

"…Harry…" Mumbled Hermione.

"You – you look like a GIRL!" Cried Ron. "When has your hair grown so much?"

"And your face!"

"What's with my face?" Asked Harry, touching his cheek.

"You've got that girly look in it! I mean, it's still the same, but much more…Feminine…And your body also, so skinny!" Hermione looked at him from all angles, rushing to speak about every part of him.

"I've always been skinny! What's with you guys?"

At that moment, several people entered the compartment, talking and laughing happily. It was Ginny and Fred, and behind them George and Neville could be seen. All noise stopped when Harry entered into their view.

"Umm…Wow Harry…Yeah, uh, hi, how are you?" Said Fred.

"Really, I don't understand anything! My hair has grown a bit, well what's with it? People change!"

"Yeah Harry people does change, but you've changed differently." Said Hermione, adopting her know-it-all air.

Harry sat down, flustered.

"Well…" Mumbled Ginny. "I think it's pretty…This appearance suits you…"

She received an interrogating gaze from everyone, and her face went red.

Harry's body, in fact, had changed a lot over the summer. While he had always been a little skinny boy, with wild air and without any particular beauty, he was now an outstanding example of…A really, really girly boy. He hadn't been aware of these changes, as he saw himself everyday, but he now understood why the Dursleys had been pestering him about his "freaky gay looks" all over the summer. Now he wasn't skinny, he was just thin, slender, with a special smoothness in the lines of his body. His hair was longer and looked soft, and it went perfectly well with that calm expression of his face. It seemed as his eyelashes were darker and the green of his eyes had turned brighter, according perfectly with his pale skin and his fine lips. He had never been especially handsome, and he wasn't now, now he was just beautiful in a way.

"Harry…I'm shocked. If I didn't know you and know you're really a boy I'd hit on you." Said George, laughing.

"Arg no, stop it George! Don't say strange things! And I do NOT look like a girl!" shouted Harry.

"Okay, okay, don't bite!" replied the twin.

"I wouldn't mind if he bites me." Mumbled Ginny.

Again, she received a strange look from everyone. Heat went up to her face, and she didn't dare to look at Harry for the rest of the travel. Harry was constantly asking inwardly why did his friends saythat he looked like a girl… He really didn't see any change.

"I'm going to pee."

"Okay! Try and buy some sweets if you can." Said Fred, while pulling at Neville's hair.

Harry wandered towards the bathroom, looking at the floor and submerged in his thoughts. Suddenly, he crashed into someone, and was thrown down by the shock. His glasses were kicked aside when he collided with the floor, and his hair was deranged again.

"Uuhh, that hurt!"

He looked up, only to see blurry faces. He tried to find his glasses on all fours, carefully controlling each of his movements so he wouldn't break them. Suddenly, they were shoved into his face by a strong hand. He looked up, only to see…Slytherins.

'Oh no…' He thought.

No one was talking. Draco Malfoy, Blaise Zabini, Pansy Parkinson, Vincent Crabbe and Gregory Goyle were standing in front of him. They all looked at him, with a restrained mesmerised expression on their faces. Crabbe stupidly asked:

"You're…You're Potter, right?"

Harry flushed, inwardly raging.

"Yeah…" He didn't know why he felt so ashamed of himself, but he suddenly couldn't look at them in the face. He concentrated on looking at the wood of the train; feeling is face go redder and redder.

'Why am I feeling like that? Why won't they just speak?'

The redness prickled his neck, and made Harry feel more and more concerned with himself.

"…Potter?" He heard Malfoy's voice.

Harry then gathered enough courage to look up, feeling a sudden explosion of rage towards them, and towards himself. He got up abruptly, shouting at them to leave him alone. He was going to brush past the Slytherin group, when a steady arm restrained him in the spot. He put his hands on it and tried to get free, but he hadn't enough strength.

"Aaaw you poor thing," Said Pansy "look at you, all flustered and trembling like a girl."

"My my, what's happened to little Potter boy?" Snickered Blaise.

Harry felt a hand sliding trough his hair.

"And you've got such a beautiful hair, Potter. I'm sooo jealous!" Laughed Pansy.

In between waves of frustration and shame, Harry realised that the one that was maintaining him immobile was Malfoy. Strangely, he wasn't speaking; he only looked at him with a strange expression in his eyes.

He suddenly smirked, and Harry saw a light of malice in his eyes.

"Well, well, Potter, I see you've changed quite a bit, huh. What should we call you now? Harriet?"

Laughter exploded in the place, making Harry feel cold sweat in his neck.

'Just WHY am I so ashamed? Why can't I answer back? …Do I really look like a girl?' Kept thinking Harry. His trembling hands tightened their grip on Malfoy's arm, and he frantically searched for something to say.

"What's wrong pot-head? Have you bit your tongue?"

"You can't even give a proper answer, that's reeaaally a shame."

"Don't worry; we'll help you get over this."

"Yeah, turning into a girl is not much of a big deal."

Blaise took him by the shoulder, and silently whispered into his ear:

"You don't look too bad like this, Potter. Let's see if we get to know each other a little bit more, this year, huh?"

"You wish!" Said Harry, shoving him as he could, being still trapped in Malfoy's arm. "Leave me alone you filthy Slytherins!" He tried to free himself, struggling to get away from Malfoy's grip, while the Slytherins laughed at him and patted his head. Harry then let out an angry scream and bit Malfoy's arm hard. The blonde let out a surprised shout, and removed his arm from him. The brunette escaped running and, forgetting everything about bathroom and sweets, entered the compartment where his friends were.

He sat down near Ron, and put his face into his hands.

"Do I really look like a girl?"

"Well…Yes." They did not find any other words to say it.

"But it's not that bad, you know. I mean, you look like a girl, but you look good!" Said Neville, trying to comfort him.

"I'm not even strong enough to get away from Malfoy's grip!"

"What do you mean?" Asked Hermione, concerned.

"There, back there, it was Malfoy and his friends, and I felt so ashamed! I couldn't fight back at them! I didn't know what to say! I felt so weak in front of them…"

Ginny then jumped in and screamed over him:

"Harry, don't be stupid! You've been too concerned by what we've told you! It's only your appearance that has changed, not you! You're still the strong and courageous Harry that everyone knows about, okay? Don't let their words affect you!"

Harry agreed with her aloud, but on the inside he felt his stomach twist. He recalled Malfoy's gaze on him before he began to speak, and felt uncomfortable thinking of what Zabini had said in his ear. He took it as a mockery, but he felt a strange anguish boiling up in him…