“Hey, Potter!” Draco yells, strutting his way to Potter.
“Leave us alone, Malfoy,” Potter replies, crossing his arms and stepping forward.
“Let me think about that,” Draco puts his finger on his chin “Hm, no, I don’t think I will.”
“Do you only know how to bother people?”
Draco scoffs “Pardon you, is that how you speak to your superiors?”
“Sod off, Malfoy.”
“Do I have to repeat myself for your small-brained self to understand?”
“Fuck off,” Weasley says, stepping up.
“How’s living in a dog house going for you?” Draco scoffs.
“Don’t talk to him like that,” Granger says.
“Shut up, mudblood.”
And that one word seemed to get Granger to quiet down but Weasley and Potter have never been louder.
“What did you just call her?” Weasley retorts.
“What? Are you going to spew slugs again?” Draco laughs.
Potter points his wand at Draco “I said sod off.”
Draco pulls out his wand “What? Think you’re better than me? You’re hilariously stupid.”
“Bollocks, he is better than you!” Weasley says.
“Yes, yes, keep telling yourself tha—“ Draco doesn’t seem to be able to finish his sentence before Potter grabs him by the collar.
Draco fake gags “Get your nasty hands off of me!”
“Shut up, Malfoy.”
Draco pushes Potter away, scoffing “Next time, I’ll have your tongue wrapped around yourself, maybe that’ll get you to stop talking like you’re better.” Draco says, dusting off his shirt, and walking away.
Draco enters the castle, walking in the corridors ‘Stupid Potter, and his little mudblood, and his stupid little orange.’ Draco thinks that Potter would’ve been better off without those two, they’re only weighing him down.
He walks into the Slytherin common room and sits down beside Pansy.
“Draco! Have you heard the rumours?”
Draco closes his eyes “No, and I simply don’t want to know.”
“It’s about Potter.”
And that gets Draco to sit up “What’s it about?”
“Rumors have it, he can’t kiss a girl without making her cry.”
Draco laughs “What? Is he really that bad?”
“Apparently, all that face and body for nothing.” Pansy shrugs.
“I gotta see this.”
Pansy grins “And how’ll you achieve that?”
“Well, the only way is to kiss him.”
Pansy’s grin falls into a small smile “Yeah? You sure about this?”
“Yep! It’s a great plan, isn’t it, Pans?”
Pansy hugs Draco “Whatever makes you happy, Draco.”
Draco pushes her off “Ew, what the fuck is wrong with you?”
“I can’t even show a little compassion to my best friend? I’m hurt.” Pansy puts her hand on her chest.
“No, you’re not. Fucking weirdo.”
“Wow!” Pansy laughs, pulling at Draco’s hair.
“Hey! You fucking twat! Let go of my hair, you psychopath!”
Pansy kisses Draco’s forehead, Draco looks up at her “What? Are you okay?”
“Hm? Yeah, I’m fine, so, this person that you like.” Pansy smiles.
“Who?”
“Figure it out yourself.”
“The fuck?”
“Good night, Draco,” Pansy says, walking to the girl's dormitory.
“Yeah.”
—
Draco has thought of an amazing plan like he always does.
He’ll just have to get Potter to like him, he is saddened that he must press his wonderful lips against Potters, but, he’ll pull through.
Draco has decided that with much hurt he must stop making fun of Potter and the rest of his stupid little friends.
He doesn’t quite have a plan to make Potter fall in love with him, but his charm surely will be a huge factor.
As he walks, some imbecile bumps into him “Watch where you’re go—“ he looks down, and he knows he would’ve continued that sentence if he hadn’t just made the plan of making Potter fall in love with him.
“Oh, Potter.”
“Malfoy.”
Operation Make Potter Fall in Love with Draco Malfoy: begins.
“You’re going the wrong way.”
“What?” Potter asks, looking up at Draco in suspicion.
Draco holds back the urge to roll his eyes “Walk with me.”
“Pardon?”
“Merlin save us.” Draco mutters under his breath “You do know where you’re going, right?”
“Yes?”
“We’ve got class in less than ten, you’re walking in the opposite direction.”
“Oh.”
“Walk with me.”
Potter looks in the direction where he is headed and instead looks at Draco, stepping up beside him.
“Uhm—“
“I didn’t say you could speak.”
“You ask me to walk with you but you don’t want me to talk.”
“Yes? I never said I wanted to have a conversation. I was simply saving your arse from getting scolded, again.”
“Why would you do that?”
“Why would I not?”
“Uh, maybe because you hate me?”
“What’s me hating you got anything to do with this.”
“Someone who hates you wouldn’t normally tell you when you’re doing something wrong, now would they?”
“Shut your mouth, Potter.”
“After you, Malfoy.”
“Don’t get snarky with me.”
“Hypocrite.”
“Didn’t I tell you to shut your mouth?”
“And I said after you.”
“Does it look like I care for that?”
“No.”
“Exactly.”
Draco enters the classroom first, Potter following behind.
“That’s a first, Mr. Potter.”
“Thank you, Professor McGonagall.”
“I see Mr. Malfoy helped you.”
“You’re a true psychic.”
“I am well aware, now take your seat.”
“Yes, Professor.”
Draco thinks that Potter is a right idiot.
—
“Potter!” Draco calls out.
Potter turns to him “Malfoy.”
“Have you done your potions essay?”
“Uhm, no?”
“I’ll help you with it.”
“You will?”
“Yes.”
“What do you want in return?”
“Nothing.” Draco shrugs.
“What, so you’ll help me for free?”
“Yes, unless you want to give me something in return?”
“You’ve been nonstop bothering me for the last four years.”
“Stop bringing that up, it’s unnecessary.”
“But it’s not.”
“Do you want me to help you or not?”
“Yes.”
“Then shut up and meet me at the astronomy tower,” Draco says and walks away.
Draco thinks that Potter might not meet him at the astronomy tower.
—
It’s been an hour, and Potter isn’t here yet, he’s sure he’ll leave if Potter doesn’t come in the next ten minutes, but he’s told himself that six times already.
Draco hears a noise and immediately turns around “Potter?” There’s nobody there, it’s strange but he doesn’t think much of it.
“Malfoy.” Draco feels his heart almost jump out of his chest when he hears a voice similar to Potter call out his name.
He turns around, his wand pointed, he blinks a few times and there he can see Potter in the dim light “Merlin’s beard, you scared the magic out of me.”
“Did I?” Potter smiles.
“Sit down,” Draco says with a frown on his face.
“Yes, sir,” Potter replies and sits down.
“So, how much have you finished?”
Potter looks down, hand on his nape “Uh, it’s empty..”
Draco stares at Potter, appalled “Empty? What do you mean empty? Give me that.” Draco demands as he snatches the paper out of Potter's hand.
Draco looks at the paper, and his jaw drops, he looks up at Potter, and Potter shrugs, Draco looks at the back of the paper and it’s still empty, he keeps flipping the paper over and over again expecting something to pop up.
“Bollocks..just as I expected.”
“It’s not that bad..?”
“Not that bad? You haven’t even written your name down!”
“I’ll do that later.”
“Do you even know what it’s about?”
“Uh, yes?!”
“Then what is it about?”
“You know, about that…” Potter trails off, grinning at Draco.
“This is going to be a long night,” Draco grumbles.
An hour, an hour has passed and Potter hasn’t even gotten half of his essay done.
“Let me read that.” Draco sighs.
Potter hands him the paper, a smug look on his face “There’s nothing to be so smug about, this is horrible.”
“What?!”
“Your handwriting looks like chicken scratch.” Draco squints, trying to decipher the barely readable words.
“It’s not that bad, you’re over-exaggerating,” Potter replies and snatches the paper away from Draco.
“You’re losing points on that.”
“I never said I wanted a full mark.” Potter huffs.
“At least try to fix that god-awful handwriting.”
“No, there’s nothing wrong with it.”
Draco sighs “And, the last part,” Draco flicks his finger on the last few sentences “What the bloody hell is that?”
“You’re barely helping.”
“Potter, I said I’d help, not write it for you.”
“Well, yeah. But you’re so strict.”
“If I’m helping you, I expect only the best,” Draco replies.
“Whatever, how much did you get.” Potter rolls his eyes.
“A hundred. It’s really not that hard.”
“As expected from the Draco Malfoy.”
“Sad I’m better?”
“Impossible.”
“Yes, say whatever you want. You’re just bitter.”
“Am not.”
“Then prove to me that you can also get a hundred.”
“Oh, yeah? Easy.”
“Really? Then hurry up.”
“Yes, professor.”
An hour and a half later Potter has finally finished.
“It’s not half bad.”
“Not half bad?! It’s bloody amazing!”
Draco shoots Potter a glare “You wouldn’t know what’s amazing for the life of you.”
“Tha—“
“I don’t want to hear it, here, hand it in tomorrow.”
Potter grabs his paper, and Draco and Potters fingers meet. Draco stares at Potter, his breath short, he doesn’t seem to understand why. He’s about to say something when Potter quickly gets up.
“Uh, thank you, Malfoy.”
Draco stares blankly up at Potter, he thinks he might not be able to get the words out. He stands up and dusts off his clothes, he swallows “You’re welcome.”
“I’ll, uh, see you tomorrow.”
“Yeah, tomorrow.”
And then Potter begins to leave, Draco’s eyes never leave him once, his eyes fixated on Potter's back.
He clears his throat and begins to collect his things to leave as well, he finishes up and waits to make sure Potter is gone until he makes his way to his own dormitory.
He thinks he might not be able to sleep tonight.
—-
Draco’s sitting in the library, his eyes staring out the window, he doesn’t quite seem to understand why he finds it so much more beautiful than last year.
He leans his head back on the wall, he’s completely unfocused on his work and now is fully focused on the flowery scenery outside.
He hears a thud and quickly looks back at his table.
He tilts his head “Potter?”
“Malfoy.”
“Can I help you with anything?” Draco grits out, although he does find it easier to stop picking on Potter he still doesn’t like him even a bit.
“No.”
“Then why have you got your books out?”
“I didn’t want to study alone, and I saw you here so I decided I’d study with you.”
“Where are Granger and Weasley?”
“Hogsmeade.”
“And why aren’t you with them?”
“I didn’t feel like going.”
“Why would you think I’d allow you to study with me?”
“Are you not going to?”
Draco thinks about it, he sure as hell would like to tell him to piss off, and he finds it difficult not to but if he wants his plan to succeed he needs to be careful not to lose his temper.
“I am.”
“Great!”
“Don’t make a noise,” Draco says and focuses back on his work.
Fifteen minutes, Potter could only last fifteen minutes before he started staring at Draco.
Draco could feel Potter's eyes on him, as soon as he’d look up his eyes would dart away.
He’s finally had enough, he’s bothering him.
“What the bloody hell do you want, Potter?”
Potter looks up at Draco and tilts his head, confused “What?”
“You keep staring at me, do you need help with anything?”
“No?”
“Then for the love of Merlin, stop staring.”
“I’m not staring.”
“You were.”
“I was not.”
“Don’t make me kick you off my table.”
Potter stares at Draco blankly “You’re doing it again.”
“Doing what?”
“Staring.”
“Whatever do you mean?”
Draco sighs and shakes his head “Fine.”
“Fine?”
“Fine.”
—
Dracos sitting up a tree, he has decided that after two long months of being far too kind to Potter, he’s going to confront him.
And just his luck, Potter comes walking right up to him “How’d you get up there?”
“Hey, Potter! Are the rumours true? That you can’t kiss a girl without making her cry?”
Draco laughs “I didn’t know you were that bad at it, kisses with a sweet, sweet sense of sadness.”
And just as Draco is about to continue, he bloody fucking falls, he fucking hates his life, and as soon as he’s about to hit the ground, he’s suddenly levitating.
“Leviosa.” Potter had called out, wand out and saving Draco just in time.
Draco crossed his arms, his face sneered “Hahaha, very funny, now put me down.”
Potters smiling, he’s smiling like a right git.
“What’s there to be smiling about?”
“One second, I need to try something.”
Draco scoffs “Wha—“
And all he can feel is Potter's lips on his, his eyes wide, he stares at Potter's closed eyes.
Potter pulls away “Too bad, you didn’t cry, guess the rumours are fake.” Potters shrugs.
“Put me down.” Draco stares at Potter, his voice quiet.
Potter does as he is told and puts Draco down.
Draco clears his throat, his face feels hot “I’m not a girl.”
“Yes?”
“So obviously it wouldn’t work.”
“Want to try again?”
“What?”
“Is that a no?”
“I don’t allow just anyone to place their lips against mine.”
“But can I?”
Draco thinks about it, “Yeah.”
Draco thinks he might have fallen for Harry.
Operation Make Harry Potter Fall in Love with Draco Malfoy: success.