Chapter 2
"Oh please, tell me you're joking." Hermione begged, but the response she got wasn't what she had hoped for. Her two best friends, well one of them being her current boyfriend, both shook their heads at the same time. "Oh, don't the two of you ever learn?" Harry and Ron look at each other and shrug before looking at the only female in the trio. "Vampire blood." "Oh." "Oh, yeah that rings a bell." Draco rolls his eyes and focusses on his reading again while Hermione starts an entire tutoring session about the potions homework, that the both of her friends obviously didn't do. It's annoying honestly, how are they still in school? How did they even pass their O.W.L.S.? He shakes his head as he grabs his books, ready to leave so he could study in peace. "Harry." Ron whines. "S-sorry. Right. Blood." Draco looks up to see that the raven-haired guy with the stupid scar is blushing. Fiercely. He frowns and shakes off the odd feeling in his body, before walking out of the library. He was sure that he'd never seen him blush before. Which is insane, if he thinks about it, because that young man was awkward. He chuckles under his breath while remembering how he asked one of the Patil sisters to the yule ball. It was a pretty pathetic sight to see, he clearly had no clue or etiquette whatsoever. He'd always been an awkward boy, if Draco thought about it, but this year... it somehow looked worse. Potter had been acting off. It's only the end of October but he seems to be literally everywhere and he was distracted and blushing as if someone was strangling him. If Draco had compared him to a tomato, he was sure Potter would've been redder. That aside, it also seemed to be impossible not to run into him. He was everywhere! A little spark runs up his spine, making Draco mutter inaudibly under his breath. He groans when he feels something twitching in his pants and cusses softly. "Not now."
"Move, death eater." He grits his teeth and gets out of the way for the Ravenclaw quidditch team. They glare at him while sniggering as they walk past. He continues the walk to his room and falls down, face first into the pillows. He casts a quick muffliato before screaming out all his frustrations. The worst part is, he deserves it. All of it. Of course, Draco Malfoy had to be such a cocky little arrogant son of a bitch before. Always pleasing his father. He just had to get through it, only six more months and it would all be over for good. "Harry is it really worth it? No don't- think about this first!." Draco frowns at the soft voices that seem to be coming from behind his door. A low grumble rolls off of Ron's tongue as Harry shakes his head ith determination in his eyes. Did he always have to be the hero? Draco rubs his face and gets up. What type of stupid prank are they going to pull on him now? He composes himself before walking over and opening the door, startling the trio because they hadn't knocked yet. "What can I do for you?" He asks, voice a little raspy from screaming. "We just wanted to say-." "Shut the fuck up Malfoy!" He holds back his frown while looking at Evan, who's standing at the end of the hall. What was that all about? He couldn't have possibly heard his scream. Weaselby and Granger sigh and play with their fingers while Potter looks highly uncomfortable. When did that happen? They used to glare at each other every time they were so much as on the opposite side of the quidditch pitch... Too close if you had asked either of them back then. The war had impacted all of them, Draco never wanted to have a relationship like that ever again, with anyone. It's toxic, it costs too much effort and what's to gain? Absolutely nothing. Though being normal to the golden trio seemed to be harder than he thought it'd be. "I guess it doesn't matter anymore." Harry says, his eyes focussed on the wall instead of on his. "Is he bloody-." "Ron!" Hermione scolds him under her breath. Weasel sighs and shakes his head while Harry looks very uneasy. "C'mon then Harry." Potter looks up at Draco for a split second before sighing and walking off. What the hell was that about? Honestly, something must be wrong with that guy "If you wanna scream like a little girl again, please do so in the dungeons where you belong!" Evan yells, the few friends that had gathered around him all cackling at the stupid joke. His eyes suddenly widen when he realizes what Evan had just said. They'd heard him. He could've sworn that he'd cast a muffliato! He shuts his door and locks it with a spell before opening it as easy as if he hadn't locked it two seconds ago. "Bomb- no. No Draco, no." He composes himself before trying some other random spells. If they check his wand and find a bombarda, Narcissa would never get out. "Accapuncta." He looks at his oakwooden door and breathes in deeply when it's still made of wood instead of steal. "Who. Tempered. With. My. Door?" He slowly breathes in and out. "Hermione-." "Ronald shut up! It's hard enough on the both of them already." "But his aunt carv- Sorry." A knock on his door takes him out of his trans. He opens his fists while breathing in deeply for one last time. He was trying his best to stay calm but they weren't helping. He holds back a snarky comment as he opens the door and just waits. Probably not with the nicest facial expressions but he couldn't be bothered. Be kind, do it for Narcissa. He'd learned that the trio wasn't stupid, so surely, there must be a reason for their annoying presence. "Your door is spell-blocked." Potter finally says. He looks into his eyes and frowns. "What?" "He said-." Hermione taps the gingers' head, making him grumble. "I heard some ravens talk about doing it on the first day of school. I mean- I heard- well they said-." Draco breathes in deeply while anger starts boiling in his blood as Harry struggles to compose himself and form a coherent sentence. He knew and he fucking let this happen for three months before telling him? Hermione shakes her head and looks at Draco. Clearly noting the misunderstanding that's taking place in front of them. "What Harry means to say is, they talked about it during quidditch practice today. Apperantly they spell-blocked it on September first." He hums softly but they're still there. Are they seriously expecting a thank you? He scolds himself and forces the words out of his mouth. "Thank you, for telling me. Any idea on how to undo that spell?" Harry looks through his pockets before handing him a piece of crushed up parchment. "We did some research, one of these should work. They're not the easiest spells but we thought you might be able to cast them. You're not stupid." He raises his eyebrow at the hidden compliment while opening the parchment and starts reading the spells. A compliment from Potter? What had happened to him... It must've been bad because these side effects didn't seem to stop. He grits his teeth and balls his free fist when noticing that the spells won't be seen as 'needed' so he'll keep his mom in Azkaban if he casts them. "Perfect." He says with a much angrier undertone than he intended to let slip. "Thank you, was that all?" He asks, trying to compose his boiling anger. Hermione frowns and looks at him. "I believe it was, yes. Thank you for your time Draco." He hums and closes the door before hearing them walk away and biting his lip hard. He tastes the metallic flavour of his own blood and closes his eyes. Slowly calming himself down. Don't make a sound Draco. Malfoys aren't weak.