Chapter 6
"What the bloody hell is happening there?" Ron asks while looking around their hallway. A group of last years is standing around, slamming their fists against a door. "That's Draco's room!" Harry says in shock, before running into the crowd and standing in front of the door. "What the hell is your problem?" He asks, resulting in the calming down of the group and them taking some steps back. Draco frowns at the familiar voice. Is that Potter? Of course... the Martyr. Always there to save the day. "He thinks he's safe now-." Harry raises his eyebrow while crossing his arms. "What makes you think he shouldn't be?" Evan glares at Harry and spits on the floor. "The death eater must go." "He is nothing like a death eater. If all of you would so much as take the time to actually watch him you'd notice that. He never killed, he only hurt because he had to-." "Who does that?!" Hermione scoffs. "We all did, or did you not stand with us during the war? You cast spells on others too, just like he did." "He was born on the wrong side of the war, that's all there is to it." Harry adds. "He has the mark." Ron rolls his eyes at the stupidity of these people. They can't be serious right? It's not that he hates Draco for his side in the war, just for everything else. His cocky smile, his arrogant 'know it all' attitude, the way he walks, the way he looks. Literally just all that's left about him. "You wear your family heirlooms too, he had no choice. If he wanted to survive, he had to. Now find yourselves something else to do and leave him alone." That seemed to do the trick. Apperantly everyone knew how much Ron hated Draco. They left as an annoyed, defeated group. "Thank you." If Harry hadn't looked around in surprise, Ron wouldn't have noticed the second voice that spoke the same words as his best friend just did. Draco had opened his door, now standing with them, to thank them for standing up for him. "Of course, it was the truth." Hermione says with a small smile. Draco nods and looks at Harry, then at Ron. "You're actually starting to like me, aren't you Weasley?" Ron laughs and shakes his head. "Never, Malfoy." Draco smirks and looks at Harry. "You did good with those people." Harry shivers at the praise and looks up into the blondes stale eyes. "Thank you." Was this the real Draco? Or was he doing this on purpose? Harry's reactions couldn't possibly be subtle enough for Draco not to notice every time. "I'd invite you in, but I'm sure you have better things to do." Harry shakes his head while Ron nods. Great... He looks up at Hermione with pleading eyes. Don't follow Ron. Please do not make him go through this alone. "I'd like to see what Draco Malfoys' room looks like, but we do have to go soon. I promised Ron a game night." Ron sighs and follows them in as Draco leans back to step out of the way. The room was dimly lit, sunbeams coming through the sides of the silver and green curtains while the books for this semester were stacked neatly on the desk. A quill, that must've cost more than Ron's entire uniform lay spotless next to some parchment. "You're joking right?" It was the first thing anyone said since entering the room. "I'm sure I don't know what you mean." Draco says, raising an eyebrow at the ginger. "It's spotless in here!" Draco rolled his eyes and tilted his head to the side. What a cocky prick. Ron would love to beat his ass at quidditch just once so he could kick that smirk off of his face. "Unlike what you might think of my parents Weasley, they actually did raise me quite well." Ron scoffed, earning him a glare from Hermione. Draco looked at them with an amused glint in his eyes. "I bet your house elves cleaned the entire room for you so your parents only thought you were neat." Draco chuckles and shook his head. "No house elves here, are there?" And Ron didn't have any counter argument. "Is it so hard for you to believe that he's just a tidy person?" Harry asked in confusion. "As a matter of fact, yes. Yes it is." Draco ran his tongue over his lips and hummed. "Well, you've seen my room. I guess you can enjoy your game night now Weasley. Don't forget to cast a muffliato before you make her scream, if you can make her scream that is." Hermione's cheeks turned red while Ron stuttered out some meaningless promises about his bedroom performances. Harry tried to hide his amused smile but failed miserably so Ron only continued his rant. "You want a shovel Weasley? Dig that hole a little deeper?" Ron turned red in annoyance and tried to start another series of ranting but his girlfriend stopped him. "Ronald. He's joking. Let's just go, please? Before you make this even worse." And so they left. Leaving Harry alone in the room. "I guess I'll leave you to it then." He awkwardly said after looking around a little more. "Sure." Draco said, watching the smaller classmate intently. "Okay... good night Draco." He hummed. "Good night Potter." It took another thirty seconds of awkward staring at each other before Harry dragged himself out of the room and left to go to his own bed. Draco sat down on his bed right after the door closed and sighed. "What kind of mess did you make of your life, Draco..." and why is seeing Harry Potter being all over him so fucking cute?