Hello Draco *cackle*
Harry lazed in an armchair as he casually flicked through a book. After all the stress of the second task, it felt good to just relax and read his Quidditch book. Nice and calm and- "HARRY!" He groaned. He just wanted some peace! Suddenly, Draco came climbing through the portrait hole into the common room. Harry had been officially kicked out of the Slytherin common room, which made for an awkward time whenever Ron was in the Gryffindor common room. And dorms. And literally everywhere.
Draco came to a stop by Harry, flopping over the chair onto him. Harry let out a small "oof." "Ok, we have a bit of a problem." Draco announced. Harry tried to blow a strand of Draco's hair out of his mouth. "What?" He asked, still focused on the piece of hair. Draco wiggled around and fixed Harry with a steely gaze. "First of all, stop eating my hair. Second of all-" Harry gaped in disbelief. "I wasn't eating your hair!" He protested. "Whatever." Draco dismissed. "We have a problem." He repeated. "Yes, you said that." Harry said dryly. Draco scowled at him. "If you're done, Severus wants to see us in his quarters."
It took Harry a moment for that to sink in. "Wait. Severus. As in Severus Snape?!" Draco looked confused. "Yes, what other Severus would I be talking about?" Harry groaned dramatically. "Dray, he hates me! Why does he want to see us?!" "Harry, he's my godfather. I assume he wants to do the whole 'fatherly intimidation' rigamarole." Harry huffed in displeasure. "Fine. I'll go."
Draco raised one perfectly shaped eyebrow. "Was there any question of you not going?" Harry scowled. "No…" he mumbled. "I knew you loved me." Draco said with a smirk. Harry rolled his eyes and pressed a quick kiss to Draco's lips. "As if you need reminding."
Draco grinned, his lips curving up as he smiled into the kiss. "Reminding of what?" He asked innocently. Harry scoffed and shoved him gently off his lap. Standing up with his mouth set in a determined line, he said grimly "let's go." Draco snorted elegantly (somehow. How can he make even snorting elegant, Harry wondered. )
"You think you're going in that attire?" Draco appraised his boyfriend. The Gryffindor frowned. "If I'm going to meet the professor who hates me, because he's your godfather and wants to try and further intimidate me, I am going in the clothes I like best. These clothes are me. And I'm gonna make me accept me, comfy clothes and all." Draco smiled softly, warmth flooding his eyes. "And he's going to tolerate you as best as he can." He said fondly. Harry felt the first flutter of nerves in his stomach. "Of course he will." He said confidently.
Together, with a short "goodbye" to Hermione, they climbed out of the portrait hole and began the surprisingly short walk to the Potion Master's quarters. Harry nibbled his lip as he walked. He usually couldn't care less that Snape hated him. He loathed the teacher with vehemence in return. But now that his relationship with Draco was possibly on the line, he felt an urge to make the sullen teacher tolerate if not like him. Draco noticed him worrying away at his lips and suppressed a smile. "It will be fine" he assured him with a squeeze of his hand.
They stopped in front of a dark wood panelled door adorned with a heavy knocker. Harry took a deep breath, squared his shoulders, then dropped them thinking might look too ready to jump someone. Then he folded his arms. Then unfolded them. They felt so weird. What does he do with them? Do they just hang by his side like limp spaghetti?! Draco noticed his plight and had to clasp his hand over his mouth to stop from laughing. Harry just looked so confused yet terrified at the same time.
"Harry." The brunette turned to his boyfriend who couldn't help but laugh. He'd folded his arms into a weird semblance of crossed arms, with his arms completely twisted. It actually looked very uncomfortable. "You look like you're about to snap your arms off, put them down. Just be yourself." Draco offered sagely. "But he hates me as myself." Harry said hopelessly. "Then he'll just have to learn to tolerate you." Draco said firmly before knocking on the door.
It swung open ominously and a disembodied voice floated from inside the dark expanse. "Enter." Draco rolled his eyes and barged gracefully into the room, Harry walking in more warily. Was that violin music? Oh God, he was gonna die. Voldemort who? No, his death would be a Potions professor. "Really, Godfather, the sinister atmosphere could be rather toned down." Draco drawled. Snape rose from his place on the couch, turning off the gramophone with a flick of his wand. "Hmm." He said monotonously. "Obviously. I felt the music was rather overdramatic, however, your father always loved the dramatics." He sneered.
Draco blinked. "Sorry, my father?" He asked carefully. "Hello Draco." Lucius Malfoy stepped imperiously out of the shadows of the kitchen door way. He smiled stonily at Harry. "Now who have we here?" He asked softly.
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Mwahahahaha cliffhanger. *cackles maniacally* Please excuse the boringness of this chapter, I've been out of the writing game for a few months so I'm a little bit rusty XD I've been considering changing the title of this fic, cause it's sort of past the Yule Ball at this stage isn't it? Just a smidge. ;p Any ideas?