Library again.
Unknown Number < – > Harry Potter
Unknown Number: Hi Harry.
Harry Potter: Who is this?
Unknown Number: No concern to you.
Harry Potter: Uh, okay.
Unknown Number can no longer reply to this conversation.
Two bisexuals and their favorite red head
Harry Potter sent an attachment
Harry Potter: Either of you know ths number?
Hermione Granger: I don’t and Ron said he doesn’t either.
Harry Potter: I blocked the number.
Hermione Granger: Also, where are you? Ron and I are outside the library, and we don’t want to go in if it’s just Malfoy in there.
Harry Potter: I am inside already, Malfoy and I are in the non-fiction section again
Harry Potter: “Topic of interest in your little group chat again, aren’t I Potter” I am going to hit him.
Hermione Granger: We’ll be there in a moment.
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Hermione and Ron walked through the doors, their messenger bags around their shoulders as the cool air of the library washed over them. There were many people in there, all quietly talking amongst themselves or reading in a corner. They passed the desk receptionist, Hermione giving a small wave to the woman.
“Ron, do you see them?” She asked in a mutter. He shook his head. Hermione walked a little more toward the center of the library, glancing around at the tables, looking for some sign of either Harry or Draco. Hermione eventually saw Harry waving his hand slightly while Draco glared at him. They quickly made their way over to where they sat.
Hermione sat across from Draco, giving him a deathly side-eye the entire time, while Ron sat across from Harry, both grinning. Hermione retrieved the papers from her bag and handed a few to Ron.
“How much have you two gotten done?” Harry asked as he wrote some stuff down on his paper.
“Well, we have the poster board, it’s at my house, we just need to finish writing the formulas for each element,” Hermione said, her voice staying at a quiet level.
“Which elements did you select?” Harry asked. Draco glared at him from the paper he had out in front of him.
“The alkaline and alkali metals,” She said. “You?”
“We couldn’t decide between metals or gases, so we’re doing metalloids,” He said, slightly glaring over at Malfoy, who continued to write down the electron configuration for each element.
“What form are you displaying it in?” She asked, “Ron and I are doing both to have more information,” Ron nodded in agreement.
“Granger and Weasley actually have a decent idea for once,” Draco spoke up, turning to Harry.
Harry took a deep breath, “They have many decent ideas, Malfoy, but yes, we should just do both,” He said, compelling himself to not shove Draco out of his chair and onto the carpeted floor. Draco grinned.
“Fantastic because I’ve already completed the electron configurations,” He said, placing the paper between the two.
“I finished the orbital diagrams,” Harry said, placing his paper on top of Draco’s. Draco skimmed over the paper and Harry found himself, just for a moment, staring at his nimble, pale hands. He quickly turned his head and blinked a few times.
“I already have a poster board, we could just use that,” Draco said. Harry refused to look at him and tried to form a coherent thought as to why he stared at Draco Malfoy’s hands. “Care to respond, Potter?” He questioned.
“Huh? Oh sure whatever’s fine,” He said quickly. Hermione glanced up at him from her paper, furrowing her brows. She turned to Ron, who hadn’t been paying much attention.
About an hour passed and after much arguing, Harry and Draco plotted out where everything would be placed on the poster board and began working on assignments for their other classes. Hermione and Ron caught up with the work they had missed from class earlier that day when Hermione was preoccupied with her worries.
“Same time tomorrow, Potter?” Draco asked, he slightly glanced at Hermione, hoping she remembered their conversation from Saturday. She didn’t seem to notice the glance.
Something seemed to click in Harry’s mind. “I can’t, I’m not allowed.”
“What do you mean you’re not allowed?” His tone was slightly mocking, “Aren’t you seventeen?”
“I’m not allowed, Malfoy, end of story,” Harry said, making direct eye contact.
“Not end of story, what aren’t you telling me?”
“So many things,” Harry said. “Because I don’t have to tell you anything.”
Hermione and Ron watched silently.
“Potter, the project is due Friday,” Draco said pointedly.
Harry took another deep breath, “Yes, and it is Monday. And we have finished the draft and all we need to do is place it on the actual poster, which you are capable of doing yourself.”
“It is a partner project, meaning two people, Potter.”
Harry ignored Draco and turned to Ron, “Can you ask your mum to pick us up and take me home?” He asked. He could feel Draco glaring through his soul. Ron nodded, and pulled out his phone. Draco did the same, opening Hermione’s contact as soon as she could.
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Hermione Granger < – > Draco Malfoy
Draco Malfoy: A bit of help would be nice, Granger.
Hermione Granger: What could you possibly need my help with?
Draco Malfoy: Are you dense?
Draco Malfoy: Backread, Granger.
Hermione Granger: Oh right.
Hermione Granger: Hold on, I have an idea.
Draco Malfoy: How horrid.
—
Hermione placed her phone down on the table, “Harry, why don’t we all go to your house tomorrow and we can finish both our projects?” She asked. Draco did a full wide-eyed stare at her.
“What?” Draco, Harry, and Ron all said simultaneously
“You said you’re not allowed to go out anymore this week, correct?” -It was a rhetorical question- “So therefore we can all just go there.”
“I’m not sure that is possible, Hermione,” Harry said, tugging at his sleeves.
“Mrs. Petunia loves me,” Hermione said, tilting her head, “If you tell her I’ll be coming, I'm sure she’ll agree to it.”
Harry went to argue but Hermione gave him the look that said, “Harry, I’m right, you’re wrong, and you have to agree with me or I’ll stab your eyes out with a fork.”, which Hermione had mastered over the years of being friends with the two boys.
“Sure, Hermione, I’ll ask,” He sighed. He knew it wasn’t going to end well.
“Great! I’ll bring me and Ron’s poster board and Malfoy can bring yours. Isn’t that right Malfoy?” She asked, giving the same look to Malfoy, which he had yet to endure. He nodded, his eyes still wide and his brain working overtime to process the fact that in twenty four hours he was going to be inside of Harry Potter’s – probably nerdy and weird– bedroom.