“Potter what the fuck?!” exclaimed Draco, his eyes as wide as saucers. The ride to Hogwarts had been fairly uneventful, he’d sat with Blaise and Pansy and exchanged small talk - anxiety rising about the start of their eighth year, if all three of them had been honest they weren’t really sure what kind of reception they’d receive. They’d made for the Great Hall upon arrival, Pansy had been insistent she needed to find out what the rumor mill were spouting since the students seemed to be whispering about something, but others moved away when they got close.
When they’d finally figured out what the gossip was, they’d put it down to idiots making up ridiculous things about their favourite boy hero. Well, Draco couldn’t have been more wrong. Not ten minutes ago, Harry Potter had thumped into the Great Hall equipped with the most ridiculous looking skateboard, which appeared to be spray painted with a snake on it - Draco couldn’t see exactly what it was, but he had a sneaky suspicion it was a snake. Not only that, his hair seemed to be the brightest turquoise, he blinked twice - sure he was seeing things.
Instead of robes, Potter seemed to be sporting the tightest pair of black jeans he’d ever laid his eyes upon. It should’ve been illegal how tight they were. A black skin tight t-shirt with the word “vans” across his sizeable chest, Draco inwardly cursed himself. On his feet seemed to be what Draco could only describe as checkered sandshoes. Potter had grinned at his friends and gave them a salute as he began to ride around performing some fairly impressive stunts along the aisles.
After he’d seemingly gotten bored of that, he jumped up on to the end of the Slytherin table and began to ride the skateboard along the table, sending cups, plates, cutlery and saucers flying at all angles. When he stopped just beside Malfoy, the screech of the skateboard halting was enough to set his teeth on edge. “Alright Malfoy.” Harry gave him a dopey smile and a salute. Draco’s heart skipped a beat before he then scowled at Potter.
“Again, Potter. What the fuck?” he grumbled, trying to look as put out as he possibly could - to no avail. This just made Potter laugh. “D’ya like my skateboard?” he winked. Draco coughed violently and shook his head, tears springing to his eyes. “Oh, sure, great..” he mumbled after finally calming down. “Aha, I knew you did. You dirty bastard.” he winked again, before setting off down the table once again.
“Mr Potter!” Professor McGonnagall bellowed, her face like thunder. “Take that wooden contraption out of here this instant.” Harry, who had jumped off the end of the table and wandlessly accio’d his skateboard, saluted McGonagall too. “Right you are Professor.” he smirked, before exiting the Great Hall. The only sound that followed was the rolling sound of Potter’s ridiculous skateboard.
“Well this is going to be an interesting year.” Blaise smirked.
It had been three days since the Great Hall event and Draco had to admit, Potter was definitely attractive. He’d cursed himself several times at the thought, preferring to endlessly glare at the now turquoise haired saviour.
His antics had only gotten worse, he actually seemed to make it his life's mission to annoy Draco as much as he possibly could, which to his credit was excellent karma for the previous years. Draco groaned at the amount of time he’d wasted trying to irritate Potter, since he seemed to be dishing it back tenfold.
Concentrating on the cauldron seated in front of him, Draco arranged his ingredients on the table before him, desperately trying to ignore the turquoise idiot beside him. “Malfoy, your potion looks wrong.” Harry had nudged his elbow in to him. Raising an eyebrow, Draco turned his head towards the Gryffindor and sighed. “It’s fine.” he mumbled in response. “Nope, it’s wrong, it’s supposed to be more potiony.”
“More.. Potiony?” he frowned, his eye twitching. “It’s a fucking potion, you can’t get more potiony than a potion!” he bellowed. “Nah, I think it should be more potiony.” he once again commented, looking in to the cauldron with vague interest. “This is soup.”
“Soup?” he spluttered, growing more infuriated by the second. “It’s… Soup? No, Fuck Potter.” Harry smirked at the obviously riled Draco and raised his eyes suggestively. “Ooh, you offering?”
Blushing violently, Draco quickly turned his head away. “Just shut up Potter” he bit out, adding another ingredient into the cauldron. “Excellently done Malfoy, ten points to Slytherfin.” Harry teased. Prodding a finger in to his side. “Slytherin.” Draco corrected, immediately scolding himself. “Slytherfin, I read it in Hogwarts a Bitchery.”
Harry then began to quietly sing the lyrics to Eurythmics ‘Sweet Dreams’ Draco facepalmed.
The next day was no better, Potter sauntered into the Great Hall wearing a t-shirt adorning a dabbing skeleton, a pair of jeans, similar to the ones he usually wore except these ones had down the side of the leg ‘Fuck Bitches Get Money’
“Is he mental, or has had Imperio cast on him?” Draco commented, shaking his head in disbelief. In Potter's hand was a black round contraption. Over at the Gryffindor table he received a few whoops of praise. Draco rolled his eyes.
Placing the metal box down onto the table, Potter began smashing buttons violently, a look of pure concentration on his face. What came blaring out of the box stunned Draco. Potter then jumped up on to the Gryffindor table and began doing some sort of elaborate dance routine, following him was Seamus and Dean.
“He’s drunk, clearly.” Blaise commented. Pure disbelief on all three of their faces. Pansy laughed. “He has to be doesn’t he?” she replied.
The song was clearly Buy U A Drank by T-Pain, though Draco was unaware of this. Jumping down off the table, Harry jogged towards the Slytherin table and stopped in front of Draco with a wide grin on his face. He then began to belt out “Baby girl, what’s your name? Lemme talk to ya, lemme buy u a drank, I’m HP you know me.” Draco stared up at him wide eyed, blushing deeply. “What the fuck are you doing now, Potter?” he shouted, whilst coughing. His voice came out more of a squeak than anything else.
“I’m checking your body language, I love the conversation and when you lick your lips I get a tingle of sensation.” He did an elaborate crotch rocking motion at the end. Draco dropped his head with a thud to the table.
“What the fuck.” he whispered to himself in pure disbelief. “Yas Potter, nice moves.” Pansy praised, standing up she began to dance along with him. Blaise, who was just as stunned as Draco nudged him. “What the fuck.” Blaise copied.
“Worlds gone mad, I don’t know.” he groaned, not raising his head. After a few minutes, the song changed. It really wasn’t the day for McGonnagall to be absent from the Great Hall.
Harry then ran around the table and grabbed a hold of Draco’s arm, lifting him up. He wasn’t sure why he wasn’t resisting Potter, but soon he was stood in front of him, there was no point in hiding his blush at this point, he was well and truly fucked.
“No I'm not tryin' to be rude, but hey, pretty slytherfin, I'm feelin' you, the way you do the things you do remind me of my Lexus coupé. That's why I'm all up in your grill, tryin' to get you to a hotel, You must be a football coach, the way you got me playin' the field” he sung whilst he bashed his hip off Malfoy. Other students seemed to begin to join in with the dancing, much to Draco’s mortification. “Can you not?” Draco groaned, shaking his head at Potter who shrugged his shoulders.
“Ya hot, what can I say?” he winked, licked his bottom lip and jogged way, leaving Draco with a semi and a soul destroyed look on his face.
Draco was wrong, today was definitely the worst day. He’d dropped his bag about five times now after spontaneous wolf whistling occurred whenever a student seen him. He even went to the bathroom to check his appearance. He was beginning to feel completely paranoid, peering round corners like an actual stalker.
When he arrived to his class, which happened to be Divination - he walked through the door and once again received the fright of his life as his classmates started wolf whistling to him again, dropping his books for the sixth time. “Fuck sake.” he grumbled as he bent over to retrieve them. Suddenly, out of nowhere Potter lent over from his seat and sung out “Ohhh no, I think I’m catching feelings.” making an elaborate pointing motion towards Draco’s arse.
It really was the worst day to wear his pressed linen suit. Since McGonnagall had announced eighth years would not have to wear their robes, he mostly wore a suit every day. Even Draco knew his arse looked on point in these trousers. After awkwardly picking his books up, he scanned the room to find Pansy, his eyes widening at the scene. Pansy was stood up, ushering him over wearing a PVC skater skirt, a crop top, adorning a flower crown on her head. “What the fuck are you wearing?” He whispered as he sat down in the seat next to her, she carefully smoothed her skirt before sitting next to him. “I’m looking fly, bro.” she whispered back. Draco felt like he was on another planet. Since when did Pansy wear THAT, or say THAT.
“Worlds gone mad.”
As Trelawney began to start the class, Draco zoned out. He really wasn’t the slightest bit interested in Divination this year, and she seemed to have one of those voices that put you to sleep. Unfortunately he was pulled out of his daydream by a loud screech, his eyes moved to the perpetrator, of course it was Potter.
“I had a vision!” he exclaimed, an amused look on his face. Ron, who was sitting beside him smirked. “Oh no mate, what is it?!” he asked, sarcasm dripping. “It was so real!” Harry added, a hint of laughter in his voice. He then turned his attention to Draco, who groaned. “My vision, oh my god, Draco we’re married. Oh wow. You’re fit naked.” he winked, before sitting down. “Call me maybe?”
Draco ran a hand through his perfectly styled hair. Two can play that game, Draco thought. “Definitely Potter, you’re pretty fit yourself.” he winked back, it startled Harry for a moment before he made a heart with his hands and blew a kiss to Draco. Copying his movements, Draco sent him a hand sign heart back then made to catch the kiss. “So sweet Potter, my heart is melting.” he drawled.
Ron began to laugh beside Harry, nudging his friend in the side. “You got him mate.” he grinned. Though he immediately raised an eyebrow as he noticed a blush forming on Harry’s cheeks, his friend was still staring over at Malfoy who’d turned his attention back to the teacher.
“Really?! Malfoy?!” he whispered. Harry shrugged his shoulders in response.
Draco mentally cursed himself. He really wished he’d not been baited into Potter’s antics in Divination. The reason being the turquoise moron ramped it up tenfold since. It started by Potter following him around the corridors singing “I was busy dreamin' bout boys, boys, boys, head is spinning thinking about boys.” pointing at Draco the entire time. He was deeply mortified as he heard the snickering of his peers.
It was a Thursday when he finally caught Potter off guard, he’d spent all morning of his free period researching muggle songs, he’d finally settled on a song and he was going to dish it back twice as hard as he got.
Sneaking up behind Harry as he walked towards the Gryffindor table in the Great Hall he made a quick check and noted McGonnagall was not there, before he put his wand up in the air casting sonorus and pointed his wand towards the boombox Pansy had been holding in her hands. She’d been helping and following him all morning. It was going to be perfect.
Music started blaring, causing the attention of students around about. Toxic, by Britney Spears. Draco had been praised on his excellent singing voice numerous times before, but Pansy agreed to be his back up singer. He’d even recruited Blaise who was wildly reluctant to join in. Blaise began to snap his fingers, a disturbed look on his face.
“Baby can’t you see? I’m calling a guy like you, should wear a warning - it’s dangerous… I’m falling.” He made an elaborate swoon motion towards Harry, who was stood startled, staring at Malfoy.
“There’s no escape, I can’t wait, I need a hit baby give me it, you’re dangerous I’m lovin ' it.” he winked.
“With a taste of your lips I’m on a ride, you’re toxic I’m slipping under.”
He walked up to Potter and put his mouth up to his ear, whispering - though it was loud enough with the sonorus that everyone in the hall could hear it. “I’m addicted to you, don’t you know that you’re toxic?”
Turning on his heel, he swiftly exited the Great Hall leaving Harry completely stunned.
He’d been free from Potter’s antics for exactly seventeen hours. Draco had been walking through the corridors on his way to his first class of the day, Transfiguration. Minding his own business, he thought he’d finally gotten Potter and he’d leave him alone when it happened. Draco felt the steady flow of magic before he whipped around, his eyes resting on the platinum blonde of Luna Lovegood. “Hello Draco.” she smiled dreamily, wand in hand. He looked up and groaned. “I hope you like them! Careful of the Nargles!” she exclaimed before skipping off in the opposite direction.
“What the fuck.” He moaned to himself shaking his head in disbelief. Above him was a constant steady stream of rose petals floating down. He moved out of the stream, to find that the rose petals were following him. He found himself asking what the fuck way too much recently, he put his head in his hand and took in a deep breath, before exhaling loudly.
He slowly made his way to the Transfiguration classroom, entering last. He was meant to be first. He was on track, but no of course he had to walk in to the classroom with a bunch of fucking rose petals floating round him like he was some sort of blushing bride recently married.
“Ooh, nice flowers Malfoy!” Ron whooped, the class erupted into laughter. A very disappointed look sat on Professor McGonnagall’s face, she shook her head. “Mr Malfoy, so nice of you to join us.” she commented, wincing Draco looked round the class to find the only free spot next to Potter, of course.
Slowly walking towards him, he nodded to Potter and sat down next to him, dumping his bag on the floor beside him. “Nice flowers.” Harry smirked, looking up at where the roses began to stream. “You look very pretty in bloom.” he teased.
“Fuck off Potter.” he mumbled, looking up to McGonnagall. “Because you seem to like them so much, I’ll leave them on you Mr Malfoy.” the hint of amusement in her eyes annoyed Draco to no ends. They’re all loving this, he thought.
“You look like you were just married!” Hermione exclaimed, a hand over her mouth to mask her amusement. “Here comes the briiiide!” Ron joined in, winking towards Harry. “Was this you?” Draco whispered to Potter, who shook his head - though he didn’t quite believe him.
“Of course not, no idea what you’re talking about, nope.” he winked.
During the lesson, all Potter seemed to do was fuck about. He transfigured the coin in front of them to a rose boa, placing it gently round Draco’s neck. “Are you fucking serious?” Draco moaned, picking up the end of the boa with his pointy fingers. “It’s quite nice actually, this is well done.” he commented, though before he realised what he said he groaned. “Fuck sake, I meant…”
“I know what you meant, Draco.” Harry winked. “You’re welcome, it’s your first gift from me. It suits you.” Draco looked at him like he’d grown an extra two heads. “You’re completely mental, Potter.” He tried to ignore the way he said Draco, it sounded so enticing. He was so buggered, so so buggered.
Pansy had convinced him during free period that they should go to the courtyard. The stupid bint knew Potter would be there, she just bloody knew. “Seriously, Parkinson?” he raised an eyebrow at her, shaking his head. “Why did we come here, you knew Potter would be here didn’t you?” Pansy smirked and shrugged her shoulders. “Sksksk it’s fine, he’s in love with you.” she winked.
“No, he just wants to fuck my life up.” he whined, sitting down on the stone seat beside a tree. “Oh you’re such a melodramatic queen Draco.” she cooed, patting his back. “You’ll live through Potter wanting to bone you.”
“Ugh Pansy, stop.”
“What’s that about Potter wanting to bone you?” Harry asked, standing in front of Draco with a massive smirk on his face, one that could rival him. “Nothing.” Draco quickly replied turning his head to Pansy with pleading eyes. “I was just telling Draco dearest here, that he’ll live through your courting.”
Harry raised an eyebrow and threw his head back in laughter. “I should hope so Parkinson, if he doesn’t my courting hardly went well did it?” Draco felt like he wanted the world to come and swallow him up. “I’m not gay Potter.”
Harry looked at him for a few moments, before turning his head to Pansy. “Of course you are Draco, that’s why you didn’t want to see my tits.” Draco spluttered. “I don’t want to see your tits because I don’t fancy you!”
“You fancied Cedric.”
Harry watched the exchange with amused interest, he sat down on the stone bench beside Draco, putting a hand on his knee. “I’m here when you want me.” he said sweetly, a wide smile on his face. Draco flinched and swatted away Potter’s hand. “I don’t want you Potter!” he squeaked, standing up quickly. “Not now! Not ever!” he shouted as he retreated quickly.
“He definitely does.” Pansy smirked.
“I know, it’s just a matter of time.” Harry agreed. He accio’d his skateboard, mounted and began riding off towards Draco’s direction.
“Boys.” she sighed.
After finally catching up to Draco, he circled round him on the skateboard before halting just in front of him. “What do you want now Potter.” he asked, pouting. He wasn’t sure why he was pouting. Fuck. Harry moved forwards, inching his face close to Draco’s. He could feel the ghost of breath on his lips, swallowing Draco watched him closely, but making no effort to move away.
He was so close he could almost feel his lips, Draco’s stomach dropped, butterflies. Fuck. So fucked. “You look so beautiful when you pout.” Harry whispered against his lips, before he pulled away and mounted his skateboard, rolling away.
“What the fuck.” Draco said out loud, putting his fingers to his lips. They’d only pressed for a moment, he wanted it back. “Potter!” he shouted, but Harry was already gone.
Draco had been whiny all day the next day, he sat at the table in the Great Hall picking up toast slices and throwing them back on the plate, like a petulant child.
“What’s got your knickers in a twist?” asked Blaise, looking from Draco to the toast on his plate. “Nothing.” he snapped, his eyes wandering over to the Gryffindor table. Harry was sat laughing and joking with his friends, occasionally throwing bits of food back and forth to the littlest Weasley. A pang of jealousy hit Draco like a freight train.
Had this all been a bit of a piss take at his expense? No, he wasn’t having it. He stood up and stormed out the Great Hall with theatre dramatics.
Harry’s eyes had wandered towards Draco as he exited the Great Hall, he took this as his queue to get up, exchanging goodbyes with his friends and jogged out of the Hall, scanning the area for Draco.
“Yo Malfoy, what’s new.” he shouted, jogging up to him before falling into step. “What’s new?” Draco replied, raising an eyebrow. “Uh, what, why are you asking me this?”
“Ah ya know, making conversation. You know you’d look decent with pink hair.” he commented, gesturing towards Draco’s perfectly styled platinum locks. “Piss off Potter, I’m not doing that.” he looked up at Harry’s turquoise and curled his lip. “Why did you do that?”
“That’s it?” he laughed
“Aye, that’s it Malfoy.”
Shrugging his shoulders, Draco stopped and turned towards Harry expectantly. “Did you want something?” Harry pouted. “Oh, you’re pouting this time, does that mean we’re going to snog this time?” Draco teased.
Harry looked thoughtful for a moment. “You gunna sing to me again?” he teased right back.” Draco snorted. “Not a chance.”
“Aww, but your voice is so nice!” he whined. “Sing sing sing sing.”
“Pretty please?” Draco frowned.
“Cherry on top?”
Groaning, Draco shook his head and turned around, walking back towards the Great Hall. “Where are you going?” Harry asked, following him. “To eat lunch.”
When they’d entered the Great Hall together, students erupted into cheers. “Woohoo go Harry!” they shouted. Ron was clapping his hands as though he’d won the Tri-Wizard Tournament, Hermione punching the air. “Woohoo!” Pansy shouted.
“What the fuck is going on?” Draco asked, raising an eyebrow and staring at Harry expectantly. “Uhh, well..” he started. Dropping to one knee, he produced a long box and winked at Draco.
“Will you wand me?” he asked, opening the box to reveal Draco’s long lost wand. “Ugh, Potter why do you do this to me.” he groaned, grabbing the wand box out of the turquoise maniac’s hands. “Yes Potter, I’ll wand you. Thanks.” he sighed in defeat.
“Sweet, my bed or yours?” Harry grinned. “What?!” Draco exclaimed, he then threw the wand back at Potter, it hit the floor with a clink. “FUCKING HELL YOU’RE ALL MAD!” Draco shouted, darting back to the Slytherin table.
Suddenly, music started up again and Draco dropped his head in his hands, shaking it. “Why…”
Harry now had a guitar in his hand, when Draco looked up. He had no idea where it came from. “Guess what I’m saying, guess what I’m sayin’ is, guess what I’m sayin is I fucking love you!” Harry began to sing, a wide grin on his face. “Love you through the better days, love you through the rainy ones
champion, you're number one, yeah, that's true” he then threw the guitar over on the floor and pointed to Draco “That’s my baby, yeah!”
“Fuck my actual life.” Draco whined. Pansy tutted at him and laughed. “The most famous wizard in the world loves you and you’re acting like a spoilt idiot, every person in Hogwarts knows you’ve been obsessed with him since First Year.” she grinned.
“Fuck you too Pansy.”
Chapter 2 of ridiculousness. Ayy
Sat in the Library, Draco was staring down at his parchment, quill in hand. He tapped it against the side of his head, there was no way he could concentrate, never mind write eight inches on why his potion failed. “Maybe I should just write it was soup.” he mumbled under his breath, his mind drifting back to Potter. “More potiony.” he rolled his eyes. Idiot Potter.
Pulled out of his musings by a loud thud in front of him, the turquoise boy wonder slammed his books down on the desk causing him to scowl. “What do you want now Potter?” he sighed, shaking his head.
“Come to read my book with you and I certainly won’t be pretending so I can watch you the entire time” he grinned, plonking his bum down on the bench in front of him.
“Can’t you just leave me alone for five minutes, the fuck is wrong with you?” Draco grumbled. “Hey you could leave but you’re not gonna cause ya love me.” Harry winked, opening his book upside down. He began to pretend to read, squinting over the top of his book to look at Draco.
“I thought you said you weren’t going to do that?” Draco moaned, running a hand through his hair. “And you believed me? Ha! I’m such a good liar. Harry James Lie Extreme Cover His Ass Malfoy-Potter” he nodded as if he was thoroughly pleased with himself. “Great name, excellent in fact.” he waggled his finger.
“Malfoy-Potter?” Draco said slowly, raising an eyebrow. “Why..? Oh, fucking hell Potter you could at least be subtle.”
“I was subtle, I added it in at the end!” Harry argued, but the amused look on his face never faltered. “That wasn’t subtle.”
“Wassss toooooooo” Harry grinned.
Draco rolled his eyes and looked down at his parchment, he then crumpled it up into a ball and threw it at Harry’s head. It bounced straight off and over to the right somewhere. Harry burst into laughter, earning a pointed look from Madam Pince. “Out, now!” she shouted, gesturing towards the door.
Sighing, Draco picked his books up and glared at Harry. “Thanks Potter, I was meant to be doing my bloody homework.” he groaned. Harry picked his things up quickly and followed Malfoy out the Library doors, saluting Madam Pince as he went. “Why do you do that?” Draco frowned. “It’s cool, I’m cool, you’re cool, let's get married.”
“Ugh.” Draco sighed again.
As Draco and Harry walked in to the Great Hall together, they had been completely silent the whole way there, walking in step. Harry turned to Draco as he was about to depart to his table and cleared his throat. “Do you want to go on a date?” he asked, running a hand through his hair.
Draco turned to look at him, frowned and sighed again. Something he was doing a lot more recently. “No, Potter. Just no.” He then turned and walked towards his table, sitting down beside Blaise.
Harry stood on the spot and groaned, turning to walk to his own table. Sitting down, he turned his head to Hermione and bit his lip. “How do I get Draco to agree to a date with me?”
“What? How the bloody hell should I know!” she shrugged, piling some mashed potatoes on her plate. “If you find the answer to that question, tell me how I can get a date with Pansy.” Harry’s eyes widened and he smirked. “I didn’t know you liked her.”
“Shut up, Ron doesn’t know.” she whispered.
Thinking for a moment, Harry accio’d his boombox and he started fiddling with the dials. “Not again Harry.” she whined. “Aye, it has to happen ‘Mione.”
He picked the boombox up and walked over to the Slytherin table, dropping it down on to the table. Draco looked up at him and groaned. “Fucking hell Potter.”
The song that started playing was ‘Sad’ by XXXTENTACION. The tune itself, Draco already knew this one was going to drive him up the wall. “Do you actually have to?” he continued, looking up at Potter as he put his best sad face on.
“Who am I? Someone that’s afraid to let go, uh, you decide if you’re ever gunna let me know, uh, suicide if you ever let go, I’m sad I know, yeah, I’m sad I know yeah.” he started, twirling around as he sung. Casting a sonorus, he got down on his knees and looked up at the ceiling in pure dramatic fashion and started belting out “I gave him everything he took my heart and left me lonely, I THINK BROKEN HEARTS CONTAGIOUS I won’t fix I’d rather weeeeep. I’m losttt and I’m fouuuuund but It’s torture being in looove I love when you’re around but I FUCKING HATE WHEN YOU LEEEEEAVVVVEEEE Who a-”
Harry was cut off by Draco, who stood up and threw his arms into the air “Fine!” he shouted, shaking his head “I’ll go on a fucking date with you, just stop bloody singing!” he continued, his face flame red. Harry looked up at him sheepishly and grinned, turning his boombox off. “Okey-dokey” he then jogged off towards his table, leaving the boombox.
“Incendio.” Draco mumbled, pointing his wand at the boombox. Nothing happened. “It’s protected, Malfoy.” Harry shouted as he sat back down beside Hermione, looking thoroughly pleased with himself.
“Yassss, you got a date with Potter.” Pansy smiled, patting Draco on the back. Blaise, sat at the other side of him sighed. “This is the weirdest year I have ever had at Hogwarts.”
“You’re telling me.” Draco nodded in agreement. He couldn’t help but feel a little giddy at the prospect of a date with Potter, not that he’d ever admit that.
Two days later, Draco was sat on one of the leather couches in the Slytherin Common Room, beside him Pansy. “Do you think Granger is hot?” Pansy asked casually, flicking through the latest edition of Witch Weekly. “What?” Draco frowned, turning his head towards her. “Granger? Ugh no, why?” he mumbled. “Oh, no reason.”
“Ugh.” he repeated, shaking his head. “Why do you think Potter hasn’t told me when our date is?” he sighed, his eyes rested on her copy of Witch Weekly and he began scanning his eyes down the article she was stuck on. “Have you tried asking him that?” she drawled in response, rolling her eyes.
“No, I’m not desperate.” he whined. “Oh, sure, could’ve fooled me Drakey-poo.” she cooed, patting him on the bicep lightly. “Fuck off Pans.” he then scowled. “Drakey-poo?”
“Yup, that’s your new name, I’ve decided.” she nodded her head and shut the magazine. “Just go ask him, stop bothering me about it.” she stood and walked towards the girls dorms, waving over her shoulder. “Going shower, byeeeee.”
“Stupid bint.” he mumbled under his breath. Leaning down, he opened his bag and pulled out a piece of parchment from the front section, grabbing his quill and ink, he quickly unscrewed the cap and dipped the tip in to the pot. “Hmm.”
He then began to scribble on the parchment.
When we doing this bloody date then?
He then folded it up in to some elaborate origami bird, pointed his wand at it and mumbled something under his breath, rolling his eyes as it drifted away towards the owlery. “Idiot Potter, making me look desperate.”
An hour later, Draco began doing his rounds as eighth year prefect when his owl swooped down and sat beside his feet, clutching a piece of pink paper. He raised an eyebrow and took the letter, stroking his owl after. “Thanks.”
Opening it, he bit his bottom lip.
Uhh, whenever you like Draco, how about… Tomorrow?
Draco looked at the ‘<3’ and frowned, it then dawned on him it was a heart and he rolled his eyes. Instead of replying, he decided to let him stew. That would teach him, yeah.
After about thirty minutes, Draco was finishing up his rounds after telling a couple fourth year Hufflepuffs to stop snogging in the corridor and get back to their dorms, he heard the gentle roll of something behind him. Turning around, he then began to scowl. Potter, in a pair of tight jogging bottoms and a black t-shirt adorning several golden snitches stopped just in front of him, on that bloody skateboard.
“Hiya Draco.” he grinned, picking up his skateboard. “So, tomorrow?”
“How did you know where I was?” Draco asked, looking suspicious. “Ah, you know. So, tomorrow?”
“Hmm… I’ll have to think about it.” he replied, turning his back to him once again. “Awww, hey you asked me, I just replied, so… Tomorrow?” Harry tapped his shoulder. “Yes, fine… Tomorrow..” he sighed.
“Suuuuuhweeeet.” Draco began to walk down the corridor, wondering what the hell it was he just said. “Oh and Draco!” he Harry shouted. Draco turned his head frowned. “Hmm?”
“I’ll meet you at the Great Hall about 7?”
Draco rolled his eyes and walked away. “He’s going to be the death of me.” he mumbled to himself, leaving a thrilled looking Potter behind.
lol, had to add that song in.