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Draco thought it would be impossibly hard to leave Harry alone like he was told to, but then he remembered that he and Harry still had to finish their Amortentia assignment. So there was a God after all.
The platinum blonde sat in the Slytherin common room next to Blaze, Crab, and Goyle. It was impossible to not be around those two now that they basically followed Draco's every say. In all honesty, Draco was just glad that the two stuck around with him even after the War and everyone seeing who his parents truly were; especially when Draco almost joined them. Loyalty was all Malfoy needed now.
"You seem awfully cheery today, Draco." Blaze commented with a raised brow. Draco scoffed before he answered. "It's only because I remembered I get to bother Potter more today at Potions. The bloody bastard had been all too sarcastic to me. I'm beginning to get tired of it. I tell you, once I see him, even Weasel won't be able to recognize him." He barked, legs crossed in a dignified manner. Draco always liked to come across as powerful and rich, so of course, he always stood and sat tall, showing that he knew he was above everyone else. (Though he of course was not). Blaze smirked and turned towards the fire. "Still after his head, I see. When will you two stop bickering? I think you should both just be friends already. I know you wanted to be his best mate when we started the first year, now look at you two." He said with a deep sigh. "Isn't his name Weasly?" Goyle asked, genuinely asking. "Sometimes Goyle, things should be left unsaid. Like pretty much anything that comes out of your mouth." Draco growled at the bigger male. As much as Draco appreciated Goyle, sometimes he got on the blondes' nerves.
The group of four Slytherin boys walked down the halls toward the great Hall to have their breakfast before classes began. They were one of the last students to arrive because almost all of the Hall was occupied by busy bodies of all the four different Houses. The boys took their seats at their assigned table and began their morning meal.
From where he sat, Draco could see the Gryffindor boy he so admired. Harry looked healthier and much more well rested than he was the previous day. Draco guessed that the brunette had slept and possibly eaten something yesterday. The Slytherin felt happy knowing that the other was in better health, but deep down he still had a boiling hate for him. Left over feelings from the past few years of fights and grudges, especially the time Harry stood up to him in third year about the Dementor thing. Petty, yet still felt so fresh feeling.
Draco's eyes shot away from Harry and onto Blaze to begin a new conversation when Potter looked up to meet Draco's gaze. The Malfoy felt his cheeks prickle with a hot feeling. Did Harry notice him staring, or did he look away just in time?
Draco looked back at Harry once again. The male was still staring at Draco with confusion. Draco smirked and mouthed the words: 'Be Prepared', making Harry grimace in distaste. The blonde mentally laughed at Harry. It felt amazing making that damn perfect boy look so angry, to turn his mood from happy to vile so quickly. It made Draco feel as though he still had at least some sort of control over his life.
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Of course when Malfoy thought everything was going to work for him today, one thing just had to be off. The first period Potions class stood in the Forbidden Forest in their pairs, looking at Snape for instruction. "Now that everything is together," Snape began with a glance at Neville. "we shall be finishing out Amortentia potions today. As I said last class, but I will repeat since I'm sure some of you have forgotten." This time he shot a stern glance at Potter, who grew stiff next to Draco. Malfoy on the other hand puffed his chest out with a grin of amusement. The whole class knew that Draco was Snape's favorite out of the class. "You all with be testing your potions effectiveness on these Doves." Snape gestured to the two cages of chirping Doves set on a wooden table. "Do not forget that I will be keeping an eye on you all, so no laughing or making jokes of any sort."
Professor Snape made two Hufflepuff students give every pair a Dove. The Doves were tame and had their wings clipped, so even if they tried to fly off they wouldn't get far.
All the students had their individual viles of the potion from the last class next to them, all still a vibrant pink. Harry reached out for his and popped off the cork. Draco couldn't help but scowl at the fact that Harry was so serious about not talking to him. Malfoy thought that he was only angry, since all his past threats of no longer speaking never lasted. This time, however, seemed more real than the other times.
'He really has nothing to say to me? What an annoying Hedge-pig.' Draco shouted in his head. Though he really couldn't keep his eyes from looking so intensely at the Chosen One. The sun filtered through the tree tops just right, lighting Harry's frizzy hair just right, and hit the rim of his glasses in an angelic way. He looked so focused on what he was doing; his nose scrunched up and his tongue slightly sticking out every time he was very concentrated, Draco had observed.
It was fine. It was whatever.
Draco was now snickering at how Harry was trying to get the dove to open its mouth so he could get a drop of the Amortentia potion into it. "What are you laughing at, Malfoy?" Harry asked, his voice cracking with an intense annoyance. "It's nothing, really." Draco remarked. "It's just that it's funny watching you utterly fail." He finished. He could feel the table rumble under his hands from Harry's clenched ones and trembling body. "You try it then." Harry thought he had the lead in this little argument, and Malfoy knew that. It almost brought a shiver down his spine in joy to know he definitely didn't. Draco did.
The Slytherin took the bird in one hand, holding its wings to its body gently, and the dropper filled with the pink potion in the other. He caught the bird up when it opened its beak to chirp, and dropped the potion into its mouth.
The two boys waited for the potion to take effect on the bird. Draco yelped and let the bird go when it thrashed and fluttered in his hand. Harry was laughing at the other until the Dove began to swirl and fly around him, catching him off guard. The Gryffindor boy's shoulders slouched as the bird took a seat on top of his head, nuzzling its little head against Harry's messy hair. Draco crossed his arms in victory.
The Dove stretched its wings out and chirped loudly as if telling the other birds that Harry was his now. Harry's ears turned pink with embarrassment as the other students started to laugh and point at the bird on his head. Draco laughed too, feeling electrified, charged by Harry's embarrassment.
Harry stood, frowning and trying to shake the bird from his head. It once more stretched its wings and chirped at Harry in a lovely song. The sun shone on Harry, making him look like a ray of sun with little wings.
Like an angel.
"Look at you, Angel Boy." Draco came across as though he was making fun of Harry, though he was actually using a loving nickname. Nobody knew this except Malfoy himself, and he liked it that way. No one could call Potter that except for him; he liked this too. It made Draco feel warm inside, like he was set on fire.