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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
16
Views:
8,260
Reviews:
15
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Draco
Just an A?
Disclaimer: Not Mine.
Warning: This is their (EDIT)7th year, and no, Dumbledore and Serius are not dead. Lupin is also still the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher.
Harry was packing up his class supplies with Ron and Hermonie after Defense class. Their chatter about nothing inperticular was interupted by Draco. "Potter. I'd have a word with you."
Hermonie looked vaugly supprised, Ron looked dumbfounded, Harry could feel his eyes gone wide. "What the bloody hell do you want, Malfoy?" Ron asked in a distrustful manner.
Before Draco could reply Hermonie elbowed Ron lightly. "Leave it be, Ron."
They began to argue as Draco gave a disgusted look before turning to leave. Harry looked between the bickering pair and the class room door, unsure of where to go. Hermonie took the decision out of his hands well enough while, in the midst of Ron's ranting a list of Draco's bad qualities she said, "Go on then, Harry."
So he went.
~*~
Draco couldn't believe he had actually gone up to Harry during class, well, not exactly during class but, it had still been in the class and not to mention in front of Weasly and Granger and that was-
Harry interupted his thoughts by walking out into the convinently empty hall.
Alone.
He was alone with him! What did he do? What did he do? What did he do? What did he do? What did-
"Well? What did you want, Draco?" Harry asked, obviously annoyed at his silence. Fortunatly, he seemed to have kept the raw panic he was feeling off his face.
"Do you hate me, Potter?"
"Wha?" Harry had a confused face on his face. "What kind of question is that?"
"Just answer it." He actually felt his face momentarliy contort into an expression to suit his thoughts. Please, don't let him hate me. Please, don't let him hate me. Please, don't let him hate me. Please, don't let him hate me. Please, don't let him-
"I don't really hate you." Harry had a very thoughtful expression on his face. "You do things some times that I really don't like." Draco nodded to show he knew what Harry refered to. "And some of the people you hang out with aren't very nice. But other than that I don't even really dislike you." His vivid green eyes regarded Draco. That gaze always made Draco shiver, as he did now. "Why do you want to know, Draco?"
"Can't a person be curious, Potter?" At Harry's disbelieving look he conseded, "Alright, alright, don't look at me like that." Draco took in a great big lungful of air before answering, "I want to 'bury the hatchet', so to speak." When Harry didn't look disgusted at the idea Draco rushed on before he lost his nerve, "Maybe we could even become friends..."
Disclaimer: Not Mine.
Warning: This is their (EDIT)7th year, and no, Dumbledore and Serius are not dead. Lupin is also still the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher.
Harry was packing up his class supplies with Ron and Hermonie after Defense class. Their chatter about nothing inperticular was interupted by Draco. "Potter. I'd have a word with you."
Hermonie looked vaugly supprised, Ron looked dumbfounded, Harry could feel his eyes gone wide. "What the bloody hell do you want, Malfoy?" Ron asked in a distrustful manner.
Before Draco could reply Hermonie elbowed Ron lightly. "Leave it be, Ron."
They began to argue as Draco gave a disgusted look before turning to leave. Harry looked between the bickering pair and the class room door, unsure of where to go. Hermonie took the decision out of his hands well enough while, in the midst of Ron's ranting a list of Draco's bad qualities she said, "Go on then, Harry."
So he went.
~*~
Draco couldn't believe he had actually gone up to Harry during class, well, not exactly during class but, it had still been in the class and not to mention in front of Weasly and Granger and that was-
Harry interupted his thoughts by walking out into the convinently empty hall.
Alone.
He was alone with him! What did he do? What did he do? What did he do? What did he do? What did-
"Well? What did you want, Draco?" Harry asked, obviously annoyed at his silence. Fortunatly, he seemed to have kept the raw panic he was feeling off his face.
"Do you hate me, Potter?"
"Wha?" Harry had a confused face on his face. "What kind of question is that?"
"Just answer it." He actually felt his face momentarliy contort into an expression to suit his thoughts. Please, don't let him hate me. Please, don't let him hate me. Please, don't let him hate me. Please, don't let him hate me. Please, don't let him-
"I don't really hate you." Harry had a very thoughtful expression on his face. "You do things some times that I really don't like." Draco nodded to show he knew what Harry refered to. "And some of the people you hang out with aren't very nice. But other than that I don't even really dislike you." His vivid green eyes regarded Draco. That gaze always made Draco shiver, as he did now. "Why do you want to know, Draco?"
"Can't a person be curious, Potter?" At Harry's disbelieving look he conseded, "Alright, alright, don't look at me like that." Draco took in a great big lungful of air before answering, "I want to 'bury the hatchet', so to speak." When Harry didn't look disgusted at the idea Draco rushed on before he lost his nerve, "Maybe we could even become friends..."