Chapter 32
Draco felt like it was unbecoming to give in so easily. He was a Slytherin for fucks sake, he is not easy. He needed to benefit from this somehow or resign himself to dealing with the force of a woman who is Hermione Granger.
“I will agree to your conditions, if, at least two of you can produce a perfect amortentia.” He counters, secretly praying to Merlin under his breath.
The students confer amongst themselves, he would be proud of his Slytherins if they weren’t turning on him, “We could agree to that… If we had some sort of safety net, to make sure you aren’t lying to us.”
“Are you suggesting that we use Veritaserum?” Draco asks, thinking it over, “Under the supervision of a trusted adult, I could be agreeble to this…”
The three student who had been speaking on the classes behalf (plus the Gryffindor) stand with their hands out stretched to shake. Draco clasps each of the students hands tightly.
Draco sighs, “Five points to each house for interhouse unity.”
When he starts teaching the lesson they students pay an eerie amount of attention and take notes furiously.
***
Professor Malfoy’s students couldn’t believe they had done it, they had haggled with Professor Malfoy and had come out on top. They would be honored for generations.
Every single one of them had bet on the side of Professor Potter and Professoir Malfoy being an item and they were tired of waiting for it to come out on it’s own. It was time to take matters into their own hands via some educated guesses.
“We should have the entire class prepared so it’s more likely that two of us actually succeed.”
Thus began the mandatory, scarily intense, study sessions for the entire class with the Ravenclaws leading the whole thing, the Slytherins scarring any skeptical students into the session, the Hufflepuffs soothing the people that start crying and providing snacks, and the Gryffindors asking the questions the other houses were to afraid to and aggressively forcing mental breaks on everyone.
A noticeable amount of students skipped dinner that evening.
***
“You done what now?” Harry asks when he hears what Draco’s agreed while lounging in their room after dinner.
Draco can see he’s barely holding back laughter. Maybe he should call Pansy. Pansy would care.
“I know, I know, but they are very convincing and its on their OWL’s so they need to learn it, and what better motivation then my suffering.”
“Aren’t you supposed to be a Slytherin.” Harry asks.
Draco falls back into Harrys lap with an exhausted sigh, “I didn’t tell you so you could make fun of me, I wanted you to be my trusted adult.”
“I mean of course Draco, besides,” Harry gets a thoughtful look on his face and starts muttering, “Potions can play a significant role in DADA when used correctly and-”
Draco interrupts him, “Imagine 13 year old you hearing what you just said.”
“Ha, ha.” Harry deadpans, letting his hand wander into Draco’s hair.
Draco releases a contented sigh, “Why didn’t your students do this with the Boggarts?”
“Because my students love me,” Harry smiles down at him.
“It’s because they think you’re a lovable idiot isn’t it?” Draco steeps in his resignation.
Oh to be as stupid as his boyfriend. Maybe he is though, because as he thought it a small smile graced his smile over the simple fact that Harrys his boyfriend.
“Am I not a lovable idiot?” Harry pouts at him.
Dracp pinches his thigh, “Maybe lovable, but not probably not as much as an idiot as you let them believe.”
“I don’t do anything to make me look like an idiot.” Harrry scoffs.
Draco decides that it’s not worth it to start listing idioic things Harry has done. The end of time would come before he had finished. Instead he trys to convey all of this through a single eyebrow raise.
Harry’s returning eyebrow raise is way hotter then it has any right being.
“Merlin, Harry don’t do that,” Draco covers his eyes with his wrist.
Harry tilts his head, “Do what?”
“Maybe you are an idiot.” Draco scoffs.
“Oh, you like it when I do this,” He does it again.
“Oh fuck off you prat.” Draco mutters.
Harry hums thoughtfully, “You’re pretty hot when you speak french, what if I just-”
Harry breaks off into Parseltongue and Draco hates that it’s attractive, “Stop, stop, stop.”
“Or maybe I could-” He breaks off again into the language of magic, except when he starts speaking this time things float and stars cover the ceiling, ‘Well that wasn’t what i intended.”
***
As lovely as the stars were, that’s not what he meant when he was talking about Draco. He hadn’t even thought before translating Draco’s name into the language of magic.
“Might as well make good use of it.”
Harry names an assortment of celestial bodies to add to the star system above him, when he couldn’t think of anymore he started getting vague, saying things like ‘Planet’ and ‘Constellation,’ they looked real enough.
“Merlin, Harry,” Draco whispers, “They’re beautiful.”
“They’re for you.” Harry says matching the volume, “Of course they’re beautiful, I wouldn’t let you have anything that wasn’t.”
Harry presses a soft kiss to Draco’s forehead.
“How does someone do this accidentally?” Draco asks leaning into Harry’s hand.
Harry hums, “I translated your name, you’re over there love.”
Harry points in the direction of the Draco conversation. Draco looks at the constellation quietly.
Harry can’t help but think this moment could use some music. He thinks about some gentle music making sure to think it through in the language of magic. Almost as soon as he let the thought into his mind, a soft music about the stars and love started playing lowly.
“What is this?” Draco asks softly.
“I’m not sure,” Harry answers swaying slightly to the music and humming along to the song.
“What is it saying,“ Draco asks, Harry hadn’t even realized it wasn’t in english.
Harry softly translated the words of the music along with it until they both fell asleep.