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The BETTER trio
Draco Malfoy: I am banned from Potter’s house
Pansy Parkinson: What the bloody hell did you do now draco
Draco Malfoy: In my defense, she’s a wanker and she is awful.
Draco Malfoy: Only I am allowed to be awful to Potter.
Pansy Parkinson: His mum?
Draco Malfoy: His aunt.
Blaise Zambini: what exactly did you do mate
Draco Malfoy: I shouted at her for being a cunt.
Draco Malfoy: She was pissing me off.
Pansy Parkinson: What did she say?
Draco Malfoy: I’d rather not repeat it.
Draco Malfoy: His uncle is a gormless tosser too
Draco Malfoy: He said he was gonna call the bobbies on me and broke a beer bottle in his efforts to scare me.
Pansy Parkinson: He threatened you?
Draco Malfoy: It was futile and embarrassing for him more than anything.
Blaise Zambini: how long were you even there
Draco Malfoy: It took me fourty-two minutes before getting kicked out
Pansy Parkinson: New record
Pansy Parkinson: It took you an hour and five minutes to get kicked out of my house
Blaise Zambini: about an hour and a half at mine
Blaise Zambini: did you at least finish the project?
Draco Malfoy: Oh bloody hell.
Pansy Parkinson: BAHAHAHA
Pansy Parkinson: Wasn’t that the entire reason you went there?
Draco Malfoy: I left the project and my messenger bag at his house.
Blaise Zambini: have fun getting that mate
Pansy Parkinson: yeah gl mate
Draco Malfoy: Both of you are so helpful
Pansy Parkinson: I am forever amazed by your ability to sound sarcastic over messages
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Two Bisexuals and their favourite redhead
Harry Potter: What was that.
Hermione Granger: What happened after she asked us to go home?
Harry Potter: She just sent me to my room?
Harry Potter: I am genuinely confused.
Ron Weasley: i wasnt expecting that out of malfoy of all people
Hermione Granger: Me too.
Hermione Granger: He was very angry.
Hermione Granger: I wonder what she said that ticked him off.
Ron Weasley: i dont think i want to know
Ron Weasley: harry, are you okay?
Harry Potter: Yes, I am just contemplating my existence give me a moment
Harry Potter: Malfoy left all of his stuff here
Harry Potter: What do I do?
Harry Potter: Actually, I have an idea.
Hermione Granger: Never a good sign.
Ron Weasley: stay safe mate
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Harry Potter < – > Pansy Parkinson
Harry Potter: Parkinson, what is Malfoy’s address?
Pansy Parkinson: You have my number?
Harry Potter: Had it since third year when you still had that crush on Malfoy. You asked me to tell you whenever I saw him.
Pansy Parkinson: We don’t talk about that Potter. It was a weak moment in my life.
Pansy Parkinson: What do you need his address for anyway?
Harry Potter: Malfoy left his stuff at my house and I was going to bring it to him
Pansy Parkinson: Lad it’s eight at night
Pansy Parkinson: Should I let Draco know?
Harry Potter: If you want.
Harry Potter: I won’t do anything to him. I just want to give him his stuff back.
Pansy Parkinson: Good. Because if you lay a single finger on that dramatic blonde’s head I will hurt you very badly potter.
Pansy Parkinson sent a link
Harry Potter: Thanks, Parkinson.
Pansy Parkinson: Potter I have a question
Harry Potter: What?
Pansy Parkinson: Do you like Draco?
Pansy Parkinson: As in more than friends and all that
Pansy Parkinson: What is with you and Draco leaving people on read, it’s not very polite
Pansy Parkinson < – > Hermione Granger
Pansy Parkinson sent an attachment
Pansy Parkinson: I tried mate
Hermione Granger: Eventually they’ll both realise it.
Pansy Parkinson: It’ll be a while, theyre both extremely dense
Hermione Granger: I know, but we cannot force them to talk about it.
Pansy Parkinson: You’re a better person than me Granger, I would’ve forced them a long time ago
Hermione Granger: I know.
—-
Harry stood in front of the large doors of the Malfoy Manor, it was creepy and dark, a very ominous house. Harry felt poor just standing in front of the castle-like house. He had knocked already but he feared if he knocked again something or someone would jump out of the doors. He had the posterboard and Draco’s bag in both of his hands.
He raised his hand to knock once more, but the door opened. A woman with long curly black hair, her eyes were the same dark gray as Draco’s. One key thing, she had a live snake roaming around her collarbones. He knew her as Bellatrix Lestrange. Another woman appeared behind her, Harry recognized her immediately by the brown hair over the platinum blonde hair that matched Draco’s, the uncanny maternal resemblance. Narcissa Malfoy.
“Hello Potter, what are you doing here?” Mrs. Malfoy said, pushing past Ms. Lestrange. She looked Harry up and down, the same way Draco did but disdain filled her eyes. She looked at him expectantly, waiting for a good answer.
“I have a few of your son's things. He left them at my house,” Harry explained.
“Draco was at your house?” She questioned.
“Yes, we were working on a project.”
She scrunched her nose. “Stay here. Bella, don’t let him inside,” She ordered the other woman.
The woman sighed, watching as her sister walked away. Once she was out of sight, Belltrix opened the door fully and motioned Harry to come inside. He stood still, he did not trust the creepy smile plastered across her face.
“I don’t bite,” She said, grinning. “Neither does she,” She said, looking at the snake.
“I wouldn’t be so sure of that,” He heard a familiar voice say. Lucius Malfoy. When he turned and saw who was at the door he visibly repealed. “Potter?!” He exclaimed loudly.
“Hello sir,” Harry greeted, nodding his head slightly.
He ignored him, and turned, “Narcissa! Why the bloody hell is Potter at our doorstep!?” He shouted, his voice echoing through their large house. Harry rocked back and forth on his feet, he wanted to drop the stuff and run away.
“Lucius, stop shouting, you’re so impolite,” Narcissa said as she appeared behind him, lightly smacking the back of his head. Next to her stood Draco, who rolled his eyes at his family’s behavior. “He is here to drop stuff off that our son left at his house.”
“Draco, what the bloody hell were you doing at Potter’s house?!” It wasn’t a question. He wasn’t even looking at Draco when he said it.
“They were working on a project,” Bellatrix interjected.
“What kind of project?”
“Does it matter?!” Narcissa said, joining in on the shouting. “It is school, Lucius, they don’t control their project partners.”
“He is a Malfoy, he can control whatever he wants.”
“You are ridiculous! If Draco didn’t want to be partners with Potter, he would have told us to fix it. Let them be!”
Draco avoided everyone’s gazes as he shoved through them. The three continued arguing even as Draco stepped outside, closing the door behind him, barely wincing when the shouting became louder.
They both stared at each other for a moment, the wind blowing past them, sending slight chills down both their spines. Their stares were illuminated under the light of the lamps on both sides of the Malfoy Manor doors. Draco looked sharp, even in green pajama pants and a black t-shirt. His hair was slightly disheveled and his expression was flat, but he made it seem formal. Harry was in the same clothes as earlier with sandals on now, his curly hair had somewhat been tamed, and his glasses were propped up and slightly fogged from the cold weather.
Harry was staring directly at Draco’s face, taking in every slight movement of his eyes, scanning over Harry. Draco’s eyes met his again and he cleared his throat.
“Uh, you left these,” Harry spoke suddenly, handing the items to him, trying his best to ignore the way his hand lightly grazed Draco’s.
“Oh– thanks, Potter,” He said, throwing the bag around his shoulder. Harry didn’t even notice the fact that Draco thanked him.
“Of course.”
They continued staring at each other until Draco’s phone vibrated. His only notification was Pansy.
“I should go inside,” Draco said suddenly.
“Wait–” Harry said, grabbing his wrist. His hand was warm even through his sleeve. Draco’s eyes flickered up to him. “I wanted to say thank you.”
“For what?” Draco asked, genuinely confused.
“For what you said to my aunt. Did you mean it?”
“That she is a horrid bloody slag? Absolutely. She is wretched.”
“No, Malfoy, the other stuff.”
Draco’s eyes turned to the ground and then behind him, he noticed the yelling had quieted down. “It’s not important,” he tried tugging his wrist away but Harry had a strong grip.
“Malfoy.”
“What Potter?”
“Answer my question, do you really believe what you said?” He asked sternly, “Do you think I have a bright future ahead of me?” He asked, looking Draco directly into his dark gray eyes. Draco stared at him, his green eyes were red and slowly welling with tears, the complete opposite of his tone.
“I think so. I do also think you’re brilliant,” He said, breaking the contact again and looking down. Harry let out a shaky breath, dropping Draco’s wrist and letting him take his arm back, Before Harry could add anything else, Draco looked at him again, “You should go or my family is going to interrogate you.”
“Yeah,” Harry said, turning around. Draco did the same, reaching for the doorknob. “Malfoy, one more thing.”
“Yes, Potter?” The door handle felt cold under his touch and he suddenly missed Harry's warm hand on his wrist.
“I know what you and Hermione are doing. She told me after you left. You’re not a bad influence, you’re trying to be a good person,” Harry said, “All anyone can do is try.”
Draco didn’t dare turn around. “Get home, Potter,” He said, opening the door and closing it behind him.