Chapter 1
Harry darted down the hall, running from Draco whom he had pissed off once more. This time there wasn’t anyone to save him from the upcoming destruction. He had snuck into the Slytherin common room under his invisibility cloak and dyed Draco's clothing pink. Unfortunately for him, Draco saw him. Of course, he could sense him on the train too, there was no way he couldn’t see him before.
“Potter! Come back here so I can stupify your ass!”
“If that’s the case then I’ll stay over here!”
They yelled from across the courtyard. Harry smirked at Draco's pissed-off face.
“Potter! Don’t be a dumb ass!”
“Back off Malfoy!” Hermione intervened, suddenly showing up in the courtyard out of nowhere. “Harry didn’t do anything.”
“Of course he did!”
Harry smirked and turned to Hermione, he put on a fake crying face and muttered, “He’s being mean, I didn’t do anything.” he sniffled, trying to make himself seem more vulnerable. It seemed as though he was saved after all.
“There, there, Harry,” she patted his head. “Did he hurt you?”
He sold it with another sniffle, “Yeah, he was so mean to me.” He even managed to bring tears to his eyes. With her back to Draco, she couldn’t see the death glare Draco was giving Harry. Which only caused Harry to smirk under Hermione's smothering. He smirked at Draco while pretending to cry towards Hermione. He was a real actor.
“How dare you do that to Harry! He’s done nothing wrong!” Hermione cried, pushing Harry behind her and scolding Draco.
“Sure, you’re nagging me just like a mother! Piss off!” He demanded, pointing his wand at harry.
“How dare you! Haven’t your parents ever thought to teach you respect?”
“Respect for whom? A nag?”
“Nag?” she laughed. “Do you want to see me nagging? You pure bloods think you’re all that huh? Well, this mudblood knows a thing or two about putting bullies in their place.” she picked up a rock and tossed it between her hands.
Harry knew exactly where she was going with this. She was gonna stone him, this was violent, even for her. “Hey, ‘Mione, calm down.” Harry snapped out of his baby act quickly.
“Calm down? Blondie is toying with us!”
“No. I mean it. He didn’t do anything, it was all me.”
“What do you mean?”
Harry sighed, pushing up his glasses. “I snuck into the Slytherin rooms and dyed all his clothes pink.”
“And that's-”
“That’s why Malfoy is trying to attack me.”
“Oh,” she replied and dropped the stone. She turned her entire body to face Harry. Her face showed no indication of harm until she stomped on Harry’s foot. “He’s all yours.” she huffed to Draco.
She walked away leaving Harry hopping on one foot, holding the other in his hands.
“You’re mine now Potter.” He smirked.
“No, Malfoy!” Harry cried as Draco struck when Hermione was out of sight.
“You had that coming Potter!” Draco laughed as Harry continued hopping on one foot.
“Okay okay! I surrender!” Harry put his hands up, dropping his foot.
“As you should, Potter.” He approached the brown-haired boy.
“You….!” Harry failed to make a comeback. “Fuck you.”
“Wouldn’t you enjoy that, fucking bottom?”
“Shut up Malfoy.” Harry’s face flushed a bright red.
Draco simply smirked, grabbing him by the wrist. He grabbed Harry, pulling him in. His lips practically grazed Harry’s. It was brief, Draco pulled away just as fast, leaving Harry holding his breath. “Just kidding.” Draco let go of Harry and sauntered off, leaving Harry with his breath wavering in the courtyard. They were lucky no one was around to see such a scene, otherwise both of them would lose face.
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Draco smirked at Harry from across the great hall, he sat next to his usual goons and Pansy. Harry stabbed at his food, upset that Draco had gotten the upper hand. “Harry- why would you do that to Draco’s things?” Hermione scolded.
“Oh buzz off,” Ron said between food, “that was the least he could do. After years of torment.”
“It’s not right and you know it.” Hermione scoffed. “To stoop as low as him.”
“I did it because he tripped me in the halls.” Harry lied to them. “He was upset because I had done better than him in defense against the dark arts.”
Harry continued to pick at his food, he doesn’t know what is going on between him and Draco. He’s been testing the waters but everything seems so uncertain. “Ever since we were allowed a second chance to redo our 7th year, all you and Draco do is fight,” Hermione sighed at Harry. “I don’t see why. He fought on our side.”
“Because he’s a twat.” Ron said with a mouthful of food. “A blond twat.”
Hermione rolled his eyes, “You have no issue with any other slytherin, why is Draco such an issue for you?”
“Forget it,” said Harry. He set his fork down, getting up, “I’m going to bed. I’m tired.”
“Harry-” Hermione said softly, unsure of his sudden change in mood.
If harry stared any longer at Draco, he was sure to burn a permenite image in his head. “I’m fine Hermione, I’m just tired.” He touched his scar, a habit he’s had since he was a child. Hermione didn’t say anything else, just nodded. Harry patted Ron on the shoulder before leaving.
He glanced over at Draco who was watching him with a concerned look. Harry looked away, his cheeks flushed. Why was Draco staring at him so intensely and why did he yearn for his gaze?