Gorgeous

“Look at him. Stupid Potter—can’t even talk properly.”

Pansy rolled her eyes at Draco, whose eyes were glued over her shoulder on Harry Potter. Said boy was talking and laughing with Granger and Weasley, running a hand through his, for once, not-so-messy hair.

“Draco, you’ve been saying the same thing for eight years, give it a rest.” She gently took his glass from him and set it on the table, covered in white cloth and adorned with flowers and candles

“He should take it as a compliment that he’s getting my attention.” He only tore his eyes away to grab his glass again. She sighed.

“Okay then, drama queen,” he gasped in fake hurt, “Merlin, would’ve thought you’d change after all this. And didn’t we make a truce with the three of them?”

“Doesn’t mean I can’t still hate him.” Said Draco.

Pansy opened her mouth to retort but shut it when Blaise walked over.

“Blaise, help me—Draco keeps rambling on about Potter.”

“No I do not!”

“Draco,” Blaise says after a sip of his drink, “stop bothering your mother.”

That earned a scoff from the blond, who downed his whole drink before looking back over at blasted Potter and the other two; which became three once the Weaslette joined them.

“You’re making that face when you eat an overripe apple.”

Too irritated to pay attention to anything anyone else has to say, he sets down his glass and marches over to the group—despite his friend’s protests.

“Should we go help him?” Pansy asks as she watches him walk away.

Blaise shakes his head, “eh, he’ll learn on his own.”

…

“Hey!”

Ginny gaped at Draco as he bumped into her.

“Malfoy.” Harry moved in front of her, standing face to face with the blond.

“Potter.” A bitter smirk formed on his face, but failed to intimidate the other boy. Harry lifted his head further and stared straight into his cloudy, grey eyes.

“Protecting your girlfriend, are you?”

Ginny crossed her arms and Harry rolled his eyes, “being a complete git after all this time, are you?”

A few people were watching them now, including Harry and Draco’s friends. Draco narrowed his eyes down at Harry.

“I can smell alcohol from your breath.” Harry lowered his voice down to a whisper since, even though he never broke eye contact, he could sense people staring.

“We made a whole bloody truce, can you leave us alone now?”

Draco stepped closer, standing tall over him, “not my fault that you’re just so infuriating, I can’t stand you.”

He looked up at him incredulously, “and that’s my fault how? Just—go back to your friends. And get a glass of water.”

“You can’t tell me what do you just because you were ‘The Chosen One.’”

Hermione cuts in, “leave it alone, Malfoy.”

“Stay out of it, Granger.” He spits her name and keeps his view on Harry. “You’re so “cool,” I hate you so much. Your stupid hair, stupid scar, stupid suit-“

He was about to say more before Pansy and Blaise walked over, Pansy tugging him by the arm as Blaise pushed him away, the two of them sending apologetic looks towards the four, especially Harry.

“Malfoy still being a jerk even in our last year of school. Wish that surprised me.” Ron mumbled, watching the Slytherins walk away before turning back to Harry and Ginny.

“You okay, Mate? Gin?”

They both nodded, Harry more confused and Ginny more angry.

“Ignore him,” Hermione says, smoothing down her gown, “some people never change.”

…

“What in the bloody hell was that?”

Draco reluctantly took a sip from the glass of water, given by Blaise. “What? Did you expect me to just stand around while Potter was there being all…”

“What?” Pansy asked.

“Gorgeous.” He muttered into the glass, looking at the water as if it was the most interesting thing on this earth.

Pansy paused and was now actually listening, “wait—say that again?”

“Stupid. Being so stupid and casual and-“

“That’s not what you said.”

He drank from his glass again and set it down, fixing his suit jacket. Pansy was still waiting for a response and when he didn’t give her one, her lips tugged up into a smile.

Pansy and Blaise shared a knowing look.

“What are you two idiots thinking?”

She shook her head and shrugged, “no, nothing. It’s just that we didn’t expect it to take until eighth year for you to admit it.”

“Admit what?”

“That you’re attracted to Harry Potter.”

His eyes widened and his face reddened and if he were a cartoon, smoke would be blowing out of his ears.

“It’s okay, Draco, we support you.” Blaise said playfully, smiling along with Pansy.

He groans in embarrassment and covers his face in his hands, “kill me now.” Looking around to check if anyone was looking (only a few), he whisper shouted, “shut up, the both of you. I do not like Harry Potter.”

“Okay, then how many times have you come complaining to us about whatever trivial thing Potter did that day?” Pansy put her hands on her hips.

Blaise chimed in, “and how many times have you kept us up at night talking about your thoughts on how Potter was in class.”

“Or talked about him during lunch.”

“Or-“

“Okay, okay, shut it!” Draco put a hand up to them, cutting them off. “That-that doesn’t mean anything. He’s ‘The Chosen One,’ for God’s sake, of course I’ve talked about him—everyone has.”

Pansy gave him a look, “you’re in denial, Dray.”

He scoffed and put a hand to his face.

“Cmon, Draco,” Blaise’s voice softened, “at least talk with us about it.”

There was a moment of silence before Draco looked up at them and sighed.

“Fine. Later, though; not here.”