The Rumors
“And then she said we can’t call each other by our last names,” Harry ranted about the whole ordeal to Ron and Hermione.
“Well, lets take this as a sign to try and be friendlier and overcome our battles of the past,” Hermione offered, “I agree with McGonagall, this house superiority is getting old.”
“OR. You could use this to mess with Malfoy,” Ron grinned like he had a plan.
“I think I’ll go with the latter,” Harry matched Ron’s grin with a smirk of his own, “What do you have in mind?”
“I haven’t thought about it yet,” Ron pondered looking around the room like he was deep in thought, “You could call him Prat, or Git, or... or… something like that!”
“Nah, McGonagall said we couldn’t use crude language, which we do anyway but I think it will just get us in more trouble,” Harry explained.
Ding!
“OH! I got it!” Harry exclaimed, jumping off his bed to grab a box of candy from his drawer.
“Well, what is it?” Ron prodded, grabbing a handful of the magical treats from Harry.
“Oh, you’ll see, tomorrow, you’ll see.”
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Harry was full of nerves and barely got any sleep, its not like he usually did but it was worse than usual. He had a plan to mess with Mal- Draco, he needed to get use to that incase his plan didn’t work.
Perfect! He could see the blonde walking into the classroom, “I’ll see you guys later,” he yelled back to his friends.
Draco saw him approaching and stilled, “Oh, Merlin, what do you want Pott-Harry?”
“Oh, nothing much, Darling, just wanted to see how you’re getting along with the names thing,” Harry smirked at the boy’s reaction to the pet name.
Draco’s body stopped functioning putting all its focus into figuring out if he had just misheard potter or not. By the smirk on the brunet’s face, he was guessing not.
“What the fuck did you just call me? Did you trip and fall down the Grand Staircase on your way here? Or are you just that idiotic?” Draco spouted getting in Harry’s space and pointing a finger at him.
He held up a fist to his mouth to try and keep himself from laughing at the green eyed boy’s over dramatic reaction. Harry noted that his plan seemed to be working better than he thought.
“Well, I’m not calling you Draco, so this is my solution, Baby. Is it working?” Harry asked, holding the smirk on his lips.
Draco was flustered, almost completely red from ears to nose. Since when have those glasses looked so good on potter’s face?
“Well,” Draco started, clearing his throat, trying to focus, “Depends on what you’re trying to do?”
“Annoy you, mostly,” Harry replied after little forethought.
Draco scoffed, he wouldn’t let him win this, whatever it was they were doing, “Try a little harder, sweetheart.”
It was Harry’s turn to turn pink. He pulled himself together, not expecting Draco to go with it and even push back a little, “Oh, I most certainly will, love.” He said, then walked back to his desk where Ron and Mione were waiting.
“So, what happened? You gotta tell us what you said!” Ron said shaking harry a little.
“Yeah, he looks flustered, I don’t think I’ve ever seen him that full of color before,” Hermione agreed, “you do as well, what happened?”
“I need a minute,” he said and went to the bathroom to splash some water on his face and give himself a little mirror pep-talk.
Ok, you’re fine, you got this. Your plan worked better than expected. A little too well. he thought as he looked in the mirror and saw his cherry-colored face. Why is my stomach so tight, maybe it was the pudding I ate at breakfast, it looked a little spoiled. He reasoned, knowing and deciding to ignore that the kitchen elves would never let any spoiled food go out to the students, and walked to the infirmary, glad to have an excuse to get out of class.
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Lunch came around quickly and so did the rumors.
I heard they full on snogged right there in front of everyone, even the teacher
Well, Penny told me that Harry called Draco an idiot and Draco hexed him and they both got detention
Actually, my friend was in that class and he said-
He heard them everywhere – in the bathroom, in the common room, whispers in the hallways. They never ceased. He rounded up to the great hall and took a deep breath, maybe Draco skipped lunch today and no one would come up to him.
He was greatly mistaken. As soon as he opened the door, dozens of people were asking him questions and crowding around him. He scanned the hall for his friends and ended up making direct eye contact with Mal-damnit! Draco. The other boy turned away almost immediately, Harry kept looking, when did his hair get so damn soft looking?
“-arry! HARRY!” Ron yelled and Harry flinched back.
“AHhh… What? What do you need?” Harry yelled back.
“Is it true?” Ron asked.
“Is what true?” Harry asked back, confused as to which rumor, he was referring to.
“That yo-,” Hermione Started.
“That you’re GAY!” Ron whisper-yelled.
“Uhh… Not that I know of.” Harry answered truthfully, he never really thought about his sexuality. He always just liked who he liked.
“Oh, so you didn’t call Malfoy a bunch of pet names?” replied Ron.
“Oh! No. I did do that,” Harry admitted.
Ron’s face went through a series of expressions: confusion, shock, and finally laughter – if you could really call that an expression.
“Why would you do that?” Hermione asked quizzically.
“To get on his nerves and annoy him, obviously.”
Ron was hunched over on the floor dying with laughter, you could’ve sworn he was on Alihotsy.
“Okay, I get why he was pink then, but why were you?” Hermione asked, eyebrow cocked in the way that makes you think she knows all of your secrets.
“Well, I didn’t expect him to do it back to me, it took me off guard,” Harry answered honestly.
Hermione was about to go off on a lecture but she was interrupted by the sudden appearance of a certain blonde headed boy.