Chapter 1
It was another rainy friday at Hogwarts.But at least the weekend was finally tomorrow. It was already getting dark with the sun just peeking out. Most students were off hanging out with friends or caught up in after-school activities like Quidditch.
God, Harry was jealous of them. He was supposed to be at practice too, but instead, he was stuck in the Potions classroom, cleaning up after class. At least he wasn’t alone.
Draco was with him..
Harry’s heart raced at the thought. He wasn’t sure when it started, but for the past few months, he’d been seeing Draco differently. Not in the usual 'he’s an ass and I hate him' kind of way—no, this was... something else? Every time their hands brushed, a shiver ran down his spine. Whenever he heard Draco’s voice, it made him feel warm inside. At first, he convinced himself that he was just finally getting used to the idiot. But now? Now he wasn’t so sure.
It wasn’t enough to just have Draco as a friend.
Harry, still lost in thought, wiped down the tables absentmindedly. A soft creak came from the table next to him. Right—Draco was literally right there, asleep.
Harry’s gaze softened as he took in the sight.
Draco looked... cute. If that was the right word, whatever. Peaceful, at least. When he wasn’t mad or cursing someone out, his face was almost calm. Harry found himself smiling slightly as he watched him for a few more seconds.
Shit. He probably looked like a creep.
Clearing his throat, he turned back to his task. Seriously, why did Snape have to hold him back? All he did was—okay, maybe he blew something up, but come on, it wasn’t that bad. Alright, maybe it was. But it was Friday, and he had plans! He, Ron, and Hermione were supposed to sneak out tonight, and Hermione had actually agreed. But those plans were scrapped the moment Snape gave him detention.
Harry hadn’t noticed Draco stirring until the other boy slowly raised his head, blinking at the dimming light. He looked around, dazed, before his gaze landed on Harry.
Harry, still cleaning.
Draco stood, stretched, and walked over—quietly, somehow. He stopped next to Harry, leaning against the table. Of course, he wasn’t planning to help. just watching
Harry sighed but didn’t say anything. If Malfoy wanted to be annoying, that was his business.
"Hey, Potter," Draco drawled, "you look different today."
Harry glanced at him, brow furrowing. "Do I?"
Draco tilted his head slightly. "Yeah. Did you do something to your hair?"
Harry blinked. "No? I don’t think so."
Draco hummed, unconvinced.
Harry rolled his eyes, tossing the cleaning cloth into the sink. If Snape asked, well, he’d just say it got lost. "I’m done. I’m heading out. You should too,it’s getting dark."
Draco blinked lazily before chuckling. "Did I really sleep the whole time?"
"If we don’t count the last five minutes? Yeah."
Draco looked at Harry after he picked up his bag, slinging it over his shoulder, and strolled toward Harry. Just as he passed, he slowed—scanning Harry up and down before reaching out.
His hand ruffled Harry’s hair.
And then, just like that, he left.
Harry stood there, completely frozen.
What the hell was that?
For a moment, he just stood there like an idiot, staring at the door Draco had disappeared through. Then, as if snapping out of a trance, he grabbed his bag and rushed out, heading for the Gryffindor common room.
It wasn’t until he got back that he realized he had skipped dinner.
As soon as he stepped inside, Ron rushed over. "Harry, I heard you had to stay back with Malfoy?"
Harry dropped his bag onto the floor. "Hm? Yeah."
"Was it bad?"
Harry hesitated for half a second. Then, shaking his head, he muttered, "Nope. Wasn’t bad at all."
He left Ron standing there, confused, as he headed straight to bed.
Because for some reason, the moments from earlier refused to leave his head.