Chapter 41
“I tried to make them knock.” Neville steps in carefully behind them, not looking nearly guilty as Harry thinks he deserves for the scare that they just gave him.
Pansy Parkinson and Blaise Zabini is standing in Harrys living room, at least he thinks they are, kind of hard to see them with Dracos face in his way,his glasses off, and the eyeliner pencil damage to his retinas. He thinks its Pansy Parkinson and Blaise Zabini . Zabini at least had a reason to be at Hogwarts, see him being Neville’s pet slytherin, but Parkinson? Absolutely no excuses.
“What are you doing here,” Draco asks not bother to move or even turn around to acknowledge them, instead going back to Harrys eyeliner. Harry is extra careful not to move.
“Well, I came to visit my boyfriend.” Zabini says pointing a thumb back at an exasperated Neville. Harry relates to him on a deep levell.
“I came to visit Professor Malfoy.” She puts on a passable impression of Dumbledore.Harry nearly feels a phantom twinkle in her eyes. It feels wrong somehow.
“Who keyed you into the floo?” Harry asks what he thinks is a reasonable question seeing as she is certainly a disruption to the learning environment, but Draco flicks him in the forhead and shushes him.
“She’s not keyed in,” Zabini rolls his eyes, “She’s just sneaky.”
“Nevermind my… possibly illegal activity…” Parkinson waves her hands, as if the legal consequences that may follow her sneaking into Hogwarts was inconsequential, “What’s going on here.”
The look she shoots Harry and his boyfriend was fierce enough to remind Harry that she was a reporter. Draco on the other hand seems totally unpertubed by thenearly predatory look one of his bestfriends was giving them, so Harry makes an attempt to shake the concern off.
“Eyelinear.” Draco answers in one word, spinning around to gesture threateingly with the eyeliner pencil so quickly he nearly falls over. Harry being the good boyfriend he is and not wanting to let Draco taste the wonderful carpet, stabalizes him with his hands on his waist.
Harry mouths help me at Neville. Unfortunately it doesn’t look like he has any intention of helping.
“Yes it does appear that way,” Zabani says sarcastically.
Harry heals his eye wandlessly because, fuck if he was gonna deal with slytherins he wasn’t also going to deal with vision loss.
***
Pansy didn’t think much would change in the what, two to four months since she saw Draco, but clearly she was wrong. Seeing as he was sitting comfortably on the Saviour of the Wizardings Worlds lap, as though he didn’t refer to him as his mortal enemy at least 12 times a week before the war.
“I did hear rumours…” Neville mutters, and Draco latches onto it immediately.
“Rumours?” Draco’s attention shifts immediately and he wobbles slightly causing Potters hands to tighten around his waist, “What rumours?”
“I mean, these rumours?” Longbottom asks gesturing sort of haphazardly at the two men and the fond look Blaise shoots his boyfriends makes Pansy feel a little sick, “Rumours that you two were… involved?”
Draco starts rapidfiring questions before Longbottom even finished speaking, “Who’s spreading them, why, when did they start, do they seem serious?”
Potter leans forward and whispers something Pansy can’t hear into Draco’s ear, which seems to relax him slightly, Pansy shares a look with Blasie, they’ve certainly missed a lot. Potters thumb rubs circles into Dracos waist, which Draco doesn’t seem the least bit offended by. In fact it seems to further sooth him.
Potter turns to address the room with a much calmer air, “When did the rumors start?”
“I’m not sure, it’s felt like it’s been around all year, so probably closer to the begining of the year?” Longbottom says with a shrug, “I’m surprised you didn’t notice, the Gryffindors were betting on you two…”
“That’s what they were betting on…” Potter mutters removing a hand from Draco’s waist briefly to run a hand through his hair, still returning it in the end.
“The beginning of the year?” Draco asks increduously, “We weren’t even dating then.”
“I thought we weren’t dating at all, because it would be,” Potter shifts his tone to a terrible impression of Draco, “Rather uncouth for two professors with romantic relations to be sharing a living space.”
“Yeah uncouth,” Draco glares, Potter pinches his sides and he squirms.
“I mean, I didn’t make a bet with the professors, but I might weigh in.” Neville teases.
Draco groans, “We have class in twenty minutes. All of you out, shoo, begone or I’ll make Harry vanish you,”
“I will.” Potter volunteers, “I don’t want you guys in here anymore then he does.”
“And to think we brought you another novelty mug.” Blaise says shaking his head in mock disappointment.
“I don’t collect novelty mugs, they collect me.” Potter argues, looking at the couple forlornly.
“Stop encouraging them,” Draco elbows him, “Leave.”
“Sure you do, Hazza P,” Blaise says grinning.
“We really did bring you a mug,” Longbottom interjects, reaching into his pocket and unshrinking the mug in question, a white mug that says ‘Muggle in the streets, wizard in the sheets’, and starts to go set it down on the table by where Draco and Potter were sitting before stumbling and dropping it.
Potter blinks. Watching the mug fall to the ground and shatter as if in slow motion. Actually to Pansy it seemed to be genuinely in slow motion.
“Draco am I cursed” Potter asks burying his head into the crook of Dracos neck.
“Almost certainly.” Draco pats Potters knee sympathetically, casting a repario charm on the shattered mug, it barely becomes something one could drink out of again… Yet it still barely could be considered a mug.
“All of the mug sellers are so stingy.” Draco sighs, “Just let me fix the mug for fucks sake.”
“Never…” Harry says, in a mocking voice, muffled by Draco’s shoulder, “Not when there’s profit to be made.”
Draco floats the mug into a cabinet in the kitchen, “Get out, we have class in five minutes,”
Neville shrieks, “Five minutes?”