Never Trust a Malfoy
“Potter!”
Harry turned around when he heard the shout and he saw Draco Malfoy running (do Malfoys run?) towards him, a scowl on his face. He sighed. He did not need Malfoy tormenting him right now.
“Potter, wait!”
“What, Malfoy?” Harry asked tiredly, stopping to wait for the Slytherin by leaning against the nearest wall.
“Look,” Malfoy said, “I need a date this weekend. No-one else will go so can you pretend to be my boyfriend?”
“Me?”
“No. Weasley. Yes, of course you. Please?”
“Bloody...” Harry sighed, he couldn’t deal with this, but he didn’t want an argument, “Sure.”
Malfoy nodded, “Entrance Hall, eleven o’clock, Saturday. I’ll see you then.”
Harry watched as Malfoy turned and stalked off back to the dungeons. He had a date... With Malfoy... Purely fake... But still a date... Why in Merlin’s name had he agreed to that? It was probably due tp the fact that he had a massive crush on Malfoy. It was ridiculous. He, Harry Potter, Boy-Who-Lived, had a crush on Draco Malfoy, Ex-Death-Eater. Oh Merlin what was he doing?
~~
“Tell me you aren’t bringing that?”
Harry looked up from his book to see Malfoy leaning on the wall next to him. He frowned and pocketed his book.
“Why can’t I? I have no idea what we are doing or who we are meeting and I might be bored out of my mind.”
Malfoy sighed and pulled Harry up, linking their arms together as they started walking out of Hogwarts and towards Hogsmeade.
“Whatever. We are meeting Pansy, Blaise, Theo and Daphne-”
“I will be bored-”
“Shut up. We’re having lunch with them.”
“So why do I need to come?”
“Because Pansy and Blaise are dating and Theo and Daphne are dating and I don’t want to fifth wheel. Also, they said I couldn’t come if I didn’t have my own date.”
“Oh,” Harry said, not knowing what else to say. This was weird enough. It didn’t need to get any weirder.
“You will also have to call me Draco and I will call you Harry. Only makes sense if we are dating.”
And it just got weirder.
“Right. O-okay then Mal-Draco.”
Malfoy rolled his eyes, “Come on.”
The two boys walked through the streets of Hogsmeade, arms linked, until they got to the Three Broomsticks, where they could see the other Slytherins waiting for them. Parkinson looked up from her drink and saw Harry and Malfoy. She smirked and waved them over.
“Draco! Potter! Over here.”
“Alright Pansy,” Malfoy grinned, dragging Harry over to their table. They sat down at the table in between Parkinson and Nott. Malfoy said hi to everyone and started chatting while Harry pulled out his book to read. He nodded hello at everyone, but otherwise he stayed silent, letting the conversations wash over him as he read. That was, until Greengrass spoke up.
“So, Potter. How did you and Draco start dating?” She asked, leaning her elbows on the table. Harry had to think fast here.
“I... Er... A couple of weeks ago? He... Er, he asked me after Gryffindor... Won that, um, Quidditch match against Ravenclaw...” Harry trailed off and looked up at Malfoy, who was smiling down at him. Harry offered him a small smile and Malfoy lent down, kissing his forehead softly.
“Yup. We’re two weeks today,” He said, still smiling, but Harry noticed his smile didn’t reach his eyes.
‘Fake,’ He thought, ‘It’s all fake.’
This fake relationship was not helping his big fat crush. Not one bit.
“Aw, that’s so cute,” Parkinson said.
“Yeah, congrats you two,” Nott said, nudging Harry, who was sat next to him.
“Thanks guys,” Malfoy said, hugging Harry closer to him. Harry took his chance and snuggled up to Malfoy. It wasn’t as if he would get another chance. He could feel Malfoy stiffen, so he backed off slightly, but not too much as it would seem suspicious. They were ‘dating’ after all. The others started talking about a new item in Borgin and Burks, and Harry didn’t know what it was, so he went back to his book and continued reading. No-one bothered him, apart from Malfoy, who would stroke his arm or his hair or kiss his forehead every now and again in a boyfriendly manner. Time seemed to fly by, for it was like only five minutes had passed when Malfoy nudged his arm, telling him that it was time to go.
“Same time next week?” Zabini said, throwing his arm around Parkinson’s shoulders as they all trooped out of the pub.
“Yes. And Draco and Potter can come too since they are now dating,” Nott said, grinning at Malfoy and Harry, who both rolled their eyes and Malfoy grinned.
“Cheers guys!”
~~
And so, every Saturday, Harry and Malfoy would meet Parkinson, Zabini, Nott and Greengrass at the Three Broomsticks for a drink and a chat. At first, Harry wouldn’t say anything, he would just read his book. But, as they met more, he started to engage in their conversations and talk with them. He got more friendly with them and enjoyed their meet ups more and more. It was amazing, and Malfoy was so cool about it. He was such a supportive person and was also a really good actor, as he could act being in love with Harry very well, that Harry sometimes believed it was a real relationship.
~~
“So, who’s going to the ball?”
Next Friday night, McGonagall had decided to host a ball for all the seventh and eighth years, and the usual six friends were sat around their usual table in the Three Broomsticks discussing it.
“We are,” Not said, hugging Greengrass.
“We are,” Parkinson said, linking her hand with Zabini.
“Are you two?” Greengrass said, looking towards Malfoy and Harry.
“We-” Harry started, but Malfoy cut him off.
“We’re going,” He said, throwing his arm around Harry’s waist and kissing his head.
“Cool!” Zabini said, “Considering this is our last ball at Hogwarts all of us should go.”
“When is the ball?” Harry asked, leaning into Malfoy, who didn’t stiffen up this time.
“This Friday. Last day of term,” Parkinson said casually.
“Oh, hell. Last day of term,” Greengrass said, “I can’t believe our time at Hogwarts is nearly over.”
“Only one more week,” Nott said.
“We’ve spent so long here,” Zabini said.
“It’s gunna feel weird leaving,” Harry mumbled.
“Well... Way to go out with a bang at the ball, huh?” Malfoy grinned, tightening his grip on Harry.
“Definitely. See you in class?”
“See you in class.”
~~
“You look amazing,” Malfoy said, smiling at Harry as he came down the Grand Staircase.
“Thanks. You too!” Harry smiled as Malfoy offered his arm.
“Shall we?”
“We shall,” Harry linked his arm through Malfoy’s and walked through the door to the Great Hall. A few people who were near the door stopped and watched them walk in, making Harry blush and smile. Malfoy nodded hastily at them, then pulled Harry through the crowds to Parkinson, Zabini, Nott and Greengrass, who were all standing and chatting at the drinks table.
“Draco! Potter! You two look amazing,” Parkinson said, kissing Malfoy’s cheek and smiling at Harry.
“You do as well,” Harry said.
“Come on you lot,” Nott said, “Let’s have fun.”
~~
It was so much fun. Harry had an incredible time. He spent almost all his time with Malfoy, who also looked like he was waving an awesome time. Whenever he smiled, it looked so genuine and whenever he looked at Harry, his face seemed to light up. So, Harry thought he could do it, and he thought Malfoy would say yes. He trusted Malfoy to say yes.
“Hey, Draco,” He whispered in Malfoy’s ear, “Can... Can you come outside a sec? I wanna talk to you.”
Malfoy looked curiously at him, but followed him outside to a secluded area in the courtyard. Harry sat down on the wall and smiled up at Malfoy, patting the seat next to him.
“What’s up?” Malfoy asked, sitting down.
“I... Well... I... I know this whole thing has been fake... And I guess... I have really loved this. And... And I have kinda... I’ve fallen for you. Big time and I... I...” Harry trailed off and looked over at Malfoy, who was looking shocked, and was also sitting quite close.
“Harry, you... You...”
“I love you,” harry said, and he gathered every ounce of his Gryffindor courage, lent forwards and kissed Malfoy’s lips. It was soft, tender, and lasted all of about three seconds before Malfoy bought up his hand and slapped Harry’s cheek hard, the ring he was always wearing caught Harry’s chin and cut it slightly.
“Ow!” Harry said, rubbing his cheek, tears stinging at the corner of his eyes.
“Potter... WHAT THE HELL?” Malfoy yelled, rubbing his mouth, his face a picture of disgust.
“I... Sorry I thought...”
“Well you thought wrong. I’m not... I... I don’t like you!”
“But... You looked like you were having such an amazing time tonight with me and you looked so happy when you looked at me and I just thought that you felt... Like you...” A tear fell down Harry’s face, “You-you were acting like you really loved me.”
“Because I was pretending to be your boyfriend. See the key word there? PRETENDING! It was all fake. I never loved you and I never will! What the hell!”
“I’m so sorry,” Harry whispered, tears dripping down his face. How could he have been so stupid? Of course, Malfoy would never love him. He shouldn’t have trusted him.
“Merlin,” Malfoy spat, “I should never have done this. It was a big mistake. I’m so glad-”
“You’re so glad what, Malfoy?” Harry shouted, standing up, “You’re glad you played me? You’re glad you’re an arse? Why in hell did I ever agree to this.”
“I have no idea. I’m glad it’s our last day of term so I never have to see your pathetic face again,” Malfoy sneered. And with that, he left. Turned his back on the crying Gryffindor and left him. Harry collapsed against the wall and curled into a ball, wetting his trousers with his tears. Bloody, stupid Malfoy. He should’ve known. You never trust a Malfoy.