Love and Other Potions

Rehearsals {Draco}

Draco x Gryffindor! Reader

"Dick."

"Bitch."

"Jerk."

"Git."

"Freak."

"Whore."

"Prostitute."

"Dang it, you won again! But I'm still ahead one," you gloat.

"Why do we stage these fights anyways?"

"Because they're fun to perform and they're hilarious. Did you see that Hufflepuff's face? Priceless!"

"This is why everyone thinks that Gryffindor and Slytherin hate each other," he reminds.

"Hey! Slytherin hates us," you protest. 

"I know a certain Slytherin that loves a Gryffindor."

"Oooh, scandalous. And this Slytherin is...?"

"Me, of course. Why would I talk about anyone else?"

You gasp.

"You love Harry! I called it! The Slytherin Prince loves the Chosen One! Mione owes me five galleons."

"No, it's you, you moron."

"Prove it."

He leans down and kisses you. All too soon you're out of breath and have to separate. Stupid respiratory system and needing to breathe.

"I say we stage this in front of everyone," he says cheekily.

"Can we do it in the middle of a fight to confuse everyone?"

"If that makes you happy."

You reach up and kiss him.

"What was that for?"

"We have to practice for the stagings. For some reason, I think this is going to take a lot of practice."

He smirks down at you. Once again, your lips move as one.