Fuck Amortentia

All Draco could think as he lay in his bed under his blankets was fuck Amortentia.

“Draco?”

“No.”

“Draco Lucius Malfoy. What happened to not being a coward this year?” Draco moved the blankets down from over the top of his head to shoot a withering glare at Pansy. The small girl didn’t even notice. It was times like these he regretted choosing her as a best friend. Sure, it had gotten his father off his back but now she knew far too much about him, it was unsettling. She walked over to sit on the edge of his bed.

“Draco, it’s been two days. You must leave this room. Your probation requires you do well in school and at this rate you’ll be failing everything.” Pansy looked as concerned as any Slytherin was capable of when not trying to trick someone. He sighed and sat up.

“Pans. Everyone knows.” He said in a small voice he barely recognized as his own.

“I know.” She rested her hand on his leg.

“I can’t go out there. What if he tries to talk to me?” He couldn’t imagine facing Potter now. It was bad enough seeing him across the Hall and in class and everywhere else all these years, seeing the boy he loved look at him with so much disgust. Now he knew Draco’s secret, and the disgust would be for an entirely different reason. It would be too much and he couldn’t take it. Not to mention now everyone would know he’s gay. The remarks and hexes were enough before when everyone hated him for being a Death Eater. Now he was a shirt-lifting-Potter-loving-Death- Eater.

“If he tries to talk to you just do what you’ve always done. You can avoid him as much as possible but we have Potions again today and you’ll have to see him. After that, you can come back here.” She grabbed his hand and pulled him up. “It will be okay Draco. Just pretend it never happened. Ignore the comments and it’ll be okay. Now get dressed.” Pansy gave him a pat on the cheek and walked out.

She was right. He had to go to class. The ridicule would be terrible but it would be better than going to Azkaban if his grades suffered. He sighed and pulled on his robes and looked in the mirror to try to straighten out his hair. He spritzed a tiny bit of his cologne on. His mother had given him the magically replenishing bottle his first year and he never felt put-together without it. He walked out of his dorm and linked arms with Pansy. At least he had her. Even if everyone else hated him.

They managed to get to Potions first and Draco sat at his usual table with Pansy behind him. He buried his nose in a book and tried not to flinch when he heard the door open. Someone sat next to him and he assumed it was Blaise until he heard that voice.

“Alright Malfoy?” He looked up from his book and into the face of Harry Potter. “Potter, what do you think you’re doing?” He sneered.

“We’re sitting by you.” Came Granger’s voice behind him. The girl was pulling her books out and setting them between her and Pansy.

“May I ask why?” He narrowed his eyes at Pansy who was looking especially unsurprised.

“Well you’ve been hiding out the last two days so you haven’t heard but people are saying some, er, less than promising things about what they’re going to do when you show your face.” Potter scrunched his face up. “We figured they’d be less likely to hex you if we were around.”

Potter and his lackeys were trying to protect him? “And why would you care?” The brunette ruffled his delicious hair in that way he did when Draco knew he was nervous.

“Seems like everyone is less aggressive about the Amortentia thing and more about you being, er, bent. And well…” He took a deep breath and his eyes met Granger’s for a second. “Let’s just say that hits home. I don’t like it so I’m doing something about it.”

Wait, what was that? Being ridiculed for being bent hit home to Potter? Was he bent? Well he did look at Granger so was she? No, that doesn’t make sense she’s with the Weasel. It had to be Potter. Some small feeling like hope lit inside Draco before he squashed it. Even if he was, there was no way Saint Potter would ever like a former Death Eater. Not after all the things Draco had said and done to him.
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"While I'm sure this idea is some idiotic Gryff-"

"Don't waste your breath Malfoy." Draco looked around Potter to see the Weasel sitting next to a very perplexed Blaise. "We already tried to talk him out of it but he used that stupid Slytherin side of his and here we are." The red-head slammed his books on the table. Draco looked back to Potter and frowned.

"Slytherin side?" He asked with an eyebrow raised. The Gryffindor smiled at him and then subtly 'hissed' at the blond with a wink. Did Potter just flirt with him?! Draco felt the urge to jump him right there and might have if Professor Eidelbrach hadn't walked in. The man looked around the room confused before walking to write instructions on the board. Draco copied down the instructions and didn't even bother consulting Potter before setting to work. He wasn't going to let his frustrating presence effect Draco's potion. He was surprised when Potter began slicing and crushing the ingredients he had laid out. He inhaled the earthy smell, it was so familiar and always made him feel at home.

"Trying to catch a whiff of your sweetheart, faggot?"

Draco whipped around and simultaneously felt Potter go very still beside him. It was that Ravenclaw Michael Corner. He opened his mouth to say something but stopped when he felt a hand brush his. Potter had turned around and was leaning back on his stool with his legs out and his arms crossed. The Slytherin knew that look, he had felt the brunt of it many, many times.

"I thought Ravenclaws were supposed to be clever Corner. Surely you could think of something better than calling him a faggot?" Potter asked and Corner seemed to almost visibly shrink.

"Are you defending him? He's a Death Eater! And a pouf! What the hell Potter whose side are you on?" Malfoy had to give it to the boy he had balls standing up to Potter like that. Foolish, suicidal balls.

"Well Corner considering the war is over, I don't think I need to take sides. And since you're throwing around names want to call me a faggot or a pouf and see what happens?" The brunette raised a challenging eyebrow and Draco shivered. Merlin Potter could be scary. Draco was beginning to wonder why Eidelbrach wasn't stepping in but the man was still sitting at his desk humming to himself and very obviously feigning ignorance to what was happening.

"You're not gay why would I?" The Ravenclaw said the word 'gay' with such disgust it made Draco's blood boil.

"I am, actually, you absolute moron. So go ahead, call me a faggot." Draco couldn't have hid his shock if he had actually tried. He was right! Oh gods this was the best thing that had ever happened to him! He shook his head and banished the thought. He wasn't going to get his hopes up. Potter defending him was just that stupid Gryffindor sense of nobility and chivalry anyway.

Corner was just sitting there with his mouth hanging open stupidly and the rest of the class looked like they were barely restraining themselves from the gossip they were about to explode with.

"Alright everyone that's enough. Back to your potions." Eidelbrach finally broke the silence and everyone slowly turned their attention back to class work. The room was still silent all through the period as Draco tried his best not to touch, talk to or make eye contact with Potter for fear he might explode with wantwantwant. When the bell rang everyone practically ran out of the class to get to lunch.
Draco packed up his bag slowly and walked out of the class to find Potter standing alone outside of the room leaning against the wall.

"Potter…" He said warily and glared at the other man hoping he would go away. No such luck. Instead he received a sheepish smile that made his breath catch.

"Malfoy. Mind if I walk you to lunch? It'll be easier on both of us if we go in together. The silence followed by the whispering and the stares, y'know?" Draco narrowed his eyes and then gave a small nod before briskly walking past Potter as the other boy power-walked to catch up.

"So, quite nice out today isn't it?" The Gryffindor asked and Draco rolled his eyes.

"Shut it Potter. We aren't friends." He snuck a glance and caught Potter trying to hide a smile.

When they reached the Great Hall Draco took a deep breath and closed his eyes as he pushed the door open. Potter was right. Silence. Stares. Fervent whispers. He looked over and his companion mouthed 'told you' before turning and heading to the Gryffindor table.

Draco felt himself grinning and didn't care. He had just shared an inside joke with Harry Potter. Not even the glares and taunts he heard could bring him down now. He slid in next to a smirking Pansy.
"Have a nice walk?" She asked innocently.

"Please pass me that cake over there." He replied just as innocently.

"Oh it must have been nice. Chocolate means your happy." She giggled and passed him the delectable looking cake. Once again he found himself cursing her knowledge of him. But he couldn't argue. He was very happy.