Draco sat down in front of Hermione as soon as he entered the eighth-year common room. The Gryffindor didn't even look up from the book she's reading, "What is it? spill."
"Granger," he began, his eyes searching for someone. "Do you know why Potter's been acting weird lately?"
Ever since they began the term
Ever since Draco and the others apologized.
Ever since Harry Potter and his friends forgave them. (Weasley was reluctant at first.)
Ever since Harry Potter returned Draco his wand.
Ever since Harry Potter and his friends started to hang out with them. (It all started when Potter invited Draco to fly and play seekers.)
The Gryffindor becomes all shy and quiet around him. Potter? Shy and quiet? A rare combination.
'Draco.' The audacity of Potter to call him by his name. (Although he enjoys it very much, he likes the way Potter would say it. "Draco." As if it was something special to him.)
It became a routine for Potter to make him his favorite tea every morning. At first, Draco was suspicious: "I'm not trying to poison you, Draco." the Gryffindor huffs; eventually, Draco patiently waits for Potter and his tea every morning.
Draco loves astrology. He'd gaze into the stars in their dorms— Potter beside him, listening to his babbling about the stars and their meanings. ("Sorry, I talk too much." Draco had just finished telling the meaning and symbolism of Harry's sign, Leo. Harry shook his head and smiles, "It's fine! really, I like it when you talk.")
Harry Potter has been acting weird lately, isn't he?
"Well... that's because he fancies someone," Hermione chews her bottom lip. "In Slytherin."
Draco's eyes widened, and he sputtered, "W-what!?" he stood up and marched in Potter's direction. "Potter!" he barks out.
The said Gryffindor jumped on his seat, he slowly looks up. "Yes?"
Shoving Ron roughly, Draco sat beside Potter. "Is it true? Granger just told me that you fancy someone!" he ignored Potter's horrified expression, "Who's a Slytherin nonetheless! you need to tell me who it is this instant!"
The other students around them gave Potter a sympathetic glance. Ron, who's on the floor, groans loudly, "Merlin, give us strength and save our sanity."
"Potter!"
Potter squawked, "I can't tell you that!"
"Why not?!" Draco glares at him and Potter averted his gaze, "Alright fine, at least give me a clue!"
The Gryffindor looks defeated, "Uhm... they're really good at potions, a pureblood, and a little oblivious..." he glances at Draco, hoping the Slytherin finally takes the hint. "They have blond hair and gray eyes."
Draco hums, leaning a little towards Potter. "Quite specific, Potter. A pureblood, you say? A pureblood... I must know them then."
"What the fuck?!" Hermione slams her book shut causing the others to flinch at the sound. "Are you fucking kidding me?!"
Ignoring Granger, Draco continued to think. "Pureblood... Blonde hair..." he snaps his fingers, looking triumphantly. "Blonde hair, pureblood— you fancy Daphne? Daphne Greengrass!?"
"What the—?" Potter's face blanched, and he immediately said, "I don't!"
"Godric, help us." Neville closed his eyes in frustration. Pansy pinched the bridge of her nose, almost screaming, "Draco! you daft, stupid mongrel!"
Potter sighs, "Did I mention oblivious?"
Draco nods, "Yeah, why?"
The Gryffindor laughs, "Just checking."