Repurcussions
The next day, Harry was accosted by practically all the younger years, asking if he and Draco had had a fight and broken up, and if so was he, Harry, all right?
"Draco and I are not, never have been, and never will be dating!" he said for at least the 70th time since lunch.
When the Slytherin had left, Harry turned angrily to Hermione, Ron, Neville, Dean and Seamus, who were all at the desk with him in the library.
“Did you guys start a rumor about me and Draco??”
They all looked at each other, avoiding his gaze.
“What?”
“Well, um, you and … Draco have often been seen together, with you flirting with him, and people just… assumed you two were an item,” Hermione offered up tentatively.
“Also since when is he ‘Draco’?” Ron added.
“Ok, Hermione’s argument I get, but what do you mean, ‘Since when is he Draco’, he’s been Draco Lucius Malfoy since he was born?”
“...You always called him ‘Malfoy’ before this year, mate”
Harry stared at Ron.
“Yes, while I’m pretending to flirt with him, he’s Draco, but he’s still Malfoy.”
“You just called him Draco less than two minutes ago,” Neville pointed out.
“No I didn’t– Wait I did,” Harry realized in shock.
“How come when Neville points something out to you, you listen to him and agree that he’s right, and when ‘Mione or I do that, you get mad at us?” Ron complained.
“Best friend privileges, Weasley,” Harry replied. It had become custom to call each other by their last names when they wanted to tease each other. As he did with Dra– Hmm…
“Seriously though, Neville points out better things than you two,” he continued, grinning.
Hermione rolled her eyes, while Ron pouted and Neville beamed at Ron.
Dean and Seamus, meanwhile, had drifted away to look at some of the freshly delivered books: Dean was looking for art books, which to his surprise was part of the new collection, and Seamus was looking for a book about explosives, preferably the legality of said explosives, especially in the Muggle world.
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