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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Draco
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It was after potions clthatthat Draco decided to drop the note where Hermione would see it. Draco staged a small fight with Harry outside of class to draw attention, walked off in a huff, letting the note slip through his books. He had to admit, this was a good plan.
Turning a corner, Draco and Harry waited for Hermione to pick up the bait. Surprisingly Ron picked it up and read it first. “Hermione! Come get a load of this!”
“What is it Ron? I was talking to-” Ron shoved the paper into her hands. Her eyes widened in disbelief. “Ron! Do you know what this means?! This is exactly why I said we need to protect Harry. Can you imagine him dating…Malfoy?” She said the name with disgust. Pure and utter hatred.
Unable to listen to anymore of Her screechy voice, Draco turned and headed off to lunch. Harry followed grumbling to himself, “I need to be protected?”
“Why would it be so bad to date me? Do I stink? Am I that ugly?” Draco entered the great hall, noticing people’s eyes watching them. No one was used to seeing the Gryffindor and the Slytherin getting along.
“Any moment they’re going to burst in and pull me away from you.” Harry said sitting down and filling his plate full of food. “Better stock up before they get here.”
Munching on an apple, Draco leaned back. “I mean really, it’s not like I wouldn’t be a bad boyfriend. I can be nice. Or romantic…people like romantic right?”
“People like romantic.” Harry agreed, “you know, they’re stingryngry with me for moving my wand and not killing you day that your father…” Harry let the sentence hang.
“Why didn’t you let it kill me? I mean, you hated my guts.”
“Who says I don’t still hate your guts?” Harry asked, arching an eyebrow. He shrugged, “I don’t know, I guess…I was tired of seeing people my age die. Even if it was you.”
“I know I sent that card to you, thanking you. But I mean it, really, thanks.” Draco looked over at Harry who had stopped eating.
“You’re welcome.”
“Harry! I figured we’d find you with him!” Hermione’s voice broke the calm that had settled between Harry and Draco. It wouldn’t be so bad hanging out with Harry if Hermione would just stay as far away as possible.
“What’s that supposed to mean? Do I have a contagious disease?” Draco asked, taking another bite out of his apple.
“Shut up Malfoy.” Hermione shot at him, sitting down at the table.
“Don’t talk to him that way.” Harry actually sounded annoyed. “Just because he’s been in Slytherin doesn’t mean we have to treat him like dirt.”
“Talk about your double standards.” Draco muttered, throwing his apple down. “Well I’m off. I’ve got to head to the library before Transfiguration.” Gently he laid his hand down on Harry’s shoulder and squeezed softly. “See you later Harry.”
Smiling, Harry bit his bottom lip, “see you Draco.”
Just before he reached earshot, Draco heard Harry, “doesn’t he have the finest arse you’ve ever seen?”
Draco left the Great Hall laughing.
In Transfiguration, Draco could feel Hermione’s eyes burning a hole in the back of his head. She was still grumbling, but had quieted the screeching. Harry was sitting beside Draco, doodling on his parchment. The new Transfiguration teacher was very, very dull. MacGonagal had been killed during battle. It was a deep loss for the school.
Harry shoved a piece of paper in front of Draco, \\did you see Hermione’s face?/
Suppressing a laugh, Draco wrote back. \\I thought she was going to curse me as soon as she walked in the room./
\\She really hates you now./
\\I took away her Harry-poo./
\\Don’t ever call me that. Drackie/
Scrunching his nose up in distaste, Draco let a chuckle slip. \\Sorry. Do you want to study in the library tonight?/
“Professor?” Hermione’s hand shot up. “It looks to me that Malfoy’s passing notes.”
Both Harry’s anaco’aco’s head turned towards Hermione. “Is this true Mr. Malfoy?”
“No, Professor Frickle.”
“There’s the note right there.” Hermione pointed as the Slytherin tried to hide the evidence.
“I’d like to see you after class.” With that, the professor turned back to the class.
Harry was waiting for Draco when he exited the room. “That stupid little mu-” Draco stopped, looking over at Harry.
“What’d he say?”
“I have detention tonight.”
“I’m sorry. I should have gotten in trouble too.”
“What? Saint Potter did something wrong?” Draco rolled his eyes. “Of course not. The famous Harry Potter doesn’t get into trouble.”
“Now wait a minute,” Harry started, turning to Draco. “I’ve gotten in trouble plenty of times.” He insisted.
“Whatever you say Harry. But you were writing on that note too, Professor Frickle saw you, and I still got into trouble alone. Look, I’ll just see you later.” Draco turned and headed down another hall. He heard Harry call out to him, but didn’t bother to turn around.
The rest of the day went horribly slow. Since he wasn’t talking to Harry, Draco was actually bored. The Gryffindor was rather entertaining, and Draco kinda missed him. Not that he’d ever tell Harry that. It was stupid to be mad at Harry because of other people’s worshiping problems. He’d apologize after the detention. And they could continue to plan more of their little prank onmionmione and Ron.
After a lonely dinner, Draco went off to Frickle’s office. He opened the door, finding Harry sitting at Frickle’s desk. Looking up, Harry smiled. “Mr. Potter confessed to writing notes in class too. You’ll be serving detention together.
Draco smirked and sat down next to Harry. “Here, I want you to grade these first years tests. When you’re done, you can go.”
“Doesn’t seem too hard.” Draco said, grabbing a quill.
Pointing to a stack nearly as tall as Harry himself, he grimaced, “we have to go through all of those.”
“It’s going to be a very long night.”
****
“I can’t believe you went back to Frickle and told him the truth.” Draco said, rubbing his sore hands. It was nearing midnight and they were both exhausted.
Lighting a candle in their room, Harry fell to his bed. “Well, you were right. I’m really tired of people letting me get away with things just cause I have a scar on my head.”
“And you saved the world. Don’t forget that.”
“Depends on who ask ask.” Harry said, sitting up. He was grinning again. Draco grinned back. “Hermione went off on me today at lunch. For almost an hour she lectured me on liking you.”
“Well I am an evil, sadistic prat.” Draco took off his pants and threw them aside. After putting on his pajama bottoms, he collapsed onto his own bed.
“I was surprised she didn’t start lecturing me on the birds and the bee’s.” Harry pulled out his Divination book. “We need to get our homework done.”
“Don’t remind me,” Draco groaned. Reluctantly he sat up and got out his book. “I’m never going to get any sleep.”
“Well neither will I if you don’t quit complaining and get this star chart done.” Harry got up and sat next to Draco. “This is what I got so far,” he showed Draco the parchment. It was a partnered project, and so far Draco hadn’t done much for it.
“Well, this is supposed to go here.” Draco muttered, writing things on the parchment. “Oh look Potter, it says you’re going to find a new love.”
Rolling his eyes, he took the parchment away from Draco. “Oh yes, and it says here that you’re going to meet your soul mate.”
“Would that be you?” Draco fluttered his eyelashes at him prettily.
Laughing, Harry pushed him , “you’re impossible. If it isn’t potions you won’t do it.”
“That’s why I want to be the potions teacher after I graduate.”
“Snape’s going to give up his job to you?”
“Of course. Maybe he’ll finally get that Defense Against the Dark Arts position he’s always wanted.” Draco sighed, “I’m still worried you know…maybe I’m not good enough to be a teacher. With this whole evil streak and all.”
“You’d be perfect to fill Snape’s job.” Harry said, patting Draco on the back. “And who knows, you might get some kid to pick on like me.”
“Someone to call scar head and potty?”
“Well maybe not like that, but someone you can give detentions to, and take away points from.” Harry grinned. Draco noticed how becoming it was on him to smile. It lifted all the years of loneliness from Harry’s eyes, making them sparkle incredibly bright.
“I can only hope to get so lucky.” Harry stood and stretched. Draco noticed the sudden rush of cold air beside him and almost frowned. It was nice having Harry there, he decided. Sitting next to him. It kept him warmer. “Tired?”
“I want to find all those stupid little first years and smack them around. I mean, some of those answers,” rolling his eyes, Harry started to change for bed. Draco looked away, getting his own bed ready. Part of him wanted to watch, and he was surprised. Quickly he repressed the urge and ignored the small whimper inside his head.
“Night Harry.”
“Night Draco.” Harry went to blow out the candle. He stopped, “about tomorrow. What do you think we should do now?”
“I don’t know…call each other stupid pet names?” Draco yawned and turned to face Harry. “Lets just see where the moment takes us. Tell them to meet us in the library after lunch, and we can be in some provocative pose or something.”
“Sounds like a plan.” Harry blew out the candle but Draco could still see the smile on the Gryffindor’s lips.
Draco didn’t fall asleep right away. It was amazing what a little bit of time could do to people. He had wasted all those years hating Harry, when all along they could have been good friends. Well, no matter, Draco enjoyed Harry’s company a great deal, and was glad that he had a chance to be his friend.
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It was after potions clthatthat Draco decided to drop the note where Hermione would see it. Draco staged a small fight with Harry outside of class to draw attention, walked off in a huff, letting the note slip through his books. He had to admit, this was a good plan.
Turning a corner, Draco and Harry waited for Hermione to pick up the bait. Surprisingly Ron picked it up and read it first. “Hermione! Come get a load of this!”
“What is it Ron? I was talking to-” Ron shoved the paper into her hands. Her eyes widened in disbelief. “Ron! Do you know what this means?! This is exactly why I said we need to protect Harry. Can you imagine him dating…Malfoy?” She said the name with disgust. Pure and utter hatred.
Unable to listen to anymore of Her screechy voice, Draco turned and headed off to lunch. Harry followed grumbling to himself, “I need to be protected?”
“Why would it be so bad to date me? Do I stink? Am I that ugly?” Draco entered the great hall, noticing people’s eyes watching them. No one was used to seeing the Gryffindor and the Slytherin getting along.
“Any moment they’re going to burst in and pull me away from you.” Harry said sitting down and filling his plate full of food. “Better stock up before they get here.”
Munching on an apple, Draco leaned back. “I mean really, it’s not like I wouldn’t be a bad boyfriend. I can be nice. Or romantic…people like romantic right?”
“People like romantic.” Harry agreed, “you know, they’re stingryngry with me for moving my wand and not killing you day that your father…” Harry let the sentence hang.
“Why didn’t you let it kill me? I mean, you hated my guts.”
“Who says I don’t still hate your guts?” Harry asked, arching an eyebrow. He shrugged, “I don’t know, I guess…I was tired of seeing people my age die. Even if it was you.”
“I know I sent that card to you, thanking you. But I mean it, really, thanks.” Draco looked over at Harry who had stopped eating.
“You’re welcome.”
“Harry! I figured we’d find you with him!” Hermione’s voice broke the calm that had settled between Harry and Draco. It wouldn’t be so bad hanging out with Harry if Hermione would just stay as far away as possible.
“What’s that supposed to mean? Do I have a contagious disease?” Draco asked, taking another bite out of his apple.
“Shut up Malfoy.” Hermione shot at him, sitting down at the table.
“Don’t talk to him that way.” Harry actually sounded annoyed. “Just because he’s been in Slytherin doesn’t mean we have to treat him like dirt.”
“Talk about your double standards.” Draco muttered, throwing his apple down. “Well I’m off. I’ve got to head to the library before Transfiguration.” Gently he laid his hand down on Harry’s shoulder and squeezed softly. “See you later Harry.”
Smiling, Harry bit his bottom lip, “see you Draco.”
Just before he reached earshot, Draco heard Harry, “doesn’t he have the finest arse you’ve ever seen?”
Draco left the Great Hall laughing.
In Transfiguration, Draco could feel Hermione’s eyes burning a hole in the back of his head. She was still grumbling, but had quieted the screeching. Harry was sitting beside Draco, doodling on his parchment. The new Transfiguration teacher was very, very dull. MacGonagal had been killed during battle. It was a deep loss for the school.
Harry shoved a piece of paper in front of Draco, \\did you see Hermione’s face?/
Suppressing a laugh, Draco wrote back. \\I thought she was going to curse me as soon as she walked in the room./
\\She really hates you now./
\\I took away her Harry-poo./
\\Don’t ever call me that. Drackie/
Scrunching his nose up in distaste, Draco let a chuckle slip. \\Sorry. Do you want to study in the library tonight?/
“Professor?” Hermione’s hand shot up. “It looks to me that Malfoy’s passing notes.”
Both Harry’s anaco’aco’s head turned towards Hermione. “Is this true Mr. Malfoy?”
“No, Professor Frickle.”
“There’s the note right there.” Hermione pointed as the Slytherin tried to hide the evidence.
“I’d like to see you after class.” With that, the professor turned back to the class.
Harry was waiting for Draco when he exited the room. “That stupid little mu-” Draco stopped, looking over at Harry.
“What’d he say?”
“I have detention tonight.”
“I’m sorry. I should have gotten in trouble too.”
“What? Saint Potter did something wrong?” Draco rolled his eyes. “Of course not. The famous Harry Potter doesn’t get into trouble.”
“Now wait a minute,” Harry started, turning to Draco. “I’ve gotten in trouble plenty of times.” He insisted.
“Whatever you say Harry. But you were writing on that note too, Professor Frickle saw you, and I still got into trouble alone. Look, I’ll just see you later.” Draco turned and headed down another hall. He heard Harry call out to him, but didn’t bother to turn around.
The rest of the day went horribly slow. Since he wasn’t talking to Harry, Draco was actually bored. The Gryffindor was rather entertaining, and Draco kinda missed him. Not that he’d ever tell Harry that. It was stupid to be mad at Harry because of other people’s worshiping problems. He’d apologize after the detention. And they could continue to plan more of their little prank onmionmione and Ron.
After a lonely dinner, Draco went off to Frickle’s office. He opened the door, finding Harry sitting at Frickle’s desk. Looking up, Harry smiled. “Mr. Potter confessed to writing notes in class too. You’ll be serving detention together.
Draco smirked and sat down next to Harry. “Here, I want you to grade these first years tests. When you’re done, you can go.”
“Doesn’t seem too hard.” Draco said, grabbing a quill.
Pointing to a stack nearly as tall as Harry himself, he grimaced, “we have to go through all of those.”
“It’s going to be a very long night.”
****
“I can’t believe you went back to Frickle and told him the truth.” Draco said, rubbing his sore hands. It was nearing midnight and they were both exhausted.
Lighting a candle in their room, Harry fell to his bed. “Well, you were right. I’m really tired of people letting me get away with things just cause I have a scar on my head.”
“And you saved the world. Don’t forget that.”
“Depends on who ask ask.” Harry said, sitting up. He was grinning again. Draco grinned back. “Hermione went off on me today at lunch. For almost an hour she lectured me on liking you.”
“Well I am an evil, sadistic prat.” Draco took off his pants and threw them aside. After putting on his pajama bottoms, he collapsed onto his own bed.
“I was surprised she didn’t start lecturing me on the birds and the bee’s.” Harry pulled out his Divination book. “We need to get our homework done.”
“Don’t remind me,” Draco groaned. Reluctantly he sat up and got out his book. “I’m never going to get any sleep.”
“Well neither will I if you don’t quit complaining and get this star chart done.” Harry got up and sat next to Draco. “This is what I got so far,” he showed Draco the parchment. It was a partnered project, and so far Draco hadn’t done much for it.
“Well, this is supposed to go here.” Draco muttered, writing things on the parchment. “Oh look Potter, it says you’re going to find a new love.”
Rolling his eyes, he took the parchment away from Draco. “Oh yes, and it says here that you’re going to meet your soul mate.”
“Would that be you?” Draco fluttered his eyelashes at him prettily.
Laughing, Harry pushed him , “you’re impossible. If it isn’t potions you won’t do it.”
“That’s why I want to be the potions teacher after I graduate.”
“Snape’s going to give up his job to you?”
“Of course. Maybe he’ll finally get that Defense Against the Dark Arts position he’s always wanted.” Draco sighed, “I’m still worried you know…maybe I’m not good enough to be a teacher. With this whole evil streak and all.”
“You’d be perfect to fill Snape’s job.” Harry said, patting Draco on the back. “And who knows, you might get some kid to pick on like me.”
“Someone to call scar head and potty?”
“Well maybe not like that, but someone you can give detentions to, and take away points from.” Harry grinned. Draco noticed how becoming it was on him to smile. It lifted all the years of loneliness from Harry’s eyes, making them sparkle incredibly bright.
“I can only hope to get so lucky.” Harry stood and stretched. Draco noticed the sudden rush of cold air beside him and almost frowned. It was nice having Harry there, he decided. Sitting next to him. It kept him warmer. “Tired?”
“I want to find all those stupid little first years and smack them around. I mean, some of those answers,” rolling his eyes, Harry started to change for bed. Draco looked away, getting his own bed ready. Part of him wanted to watch, and he was surprised. Quickly he repressed the urge and ignored the small whimper inside his head.
“Night Harry.”
“Night Draco.” Harry went to blow out the candle. He stopped, “about tomorrow. What do you think we should do now?”
“I don’t know…call each other stupid pet names?” Draco yawned and turned to face Harry. “Lets just see where the moment takes us. Tell them to meet us in the library after lunch, and we can be in some provocative pose or something.”
“Sounds like a plan.” Harry blew out the candle but Draco could still see the smile on the Gryffindor’s lips.
Draco didn’t fall asleep right away. It was amazing what a little bit of time could do to people. He had wasted all those years hating Harry, when all along they could have been good friends. Well, no matter, Draco enjoyed Harry’s company a great deal, and was glad that he had a chance to be his friend.
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