Harry's POV____________________
The war's finally over. I remind myself I'm going back to Hogwarts today. I get up and walk around the room I share with Ron at the Burrow. Making sure I have everything packed. After a good thirty minutes, I found everything and started heading down the many staircases to eat breakfast.
We entered the great hall as usual after the train ride albeit a little bit of staring here and there. Not as many eighth year Slytherins I noticed sadly. I feel kind of bad for dismissing them as evil. Some are. But not all of them and that's really not fair. Like Malfoy. He's not evil, he may be a git, but most certainly not evil. I'll stop him on the way out of potions to talk to him about it.
The next day____________________
Potions was normal. Professor Slughorn seemed surprised that I'm really not good at potions. Oh well. Time went by faster than usual because it was just lectures of things I already knew. The next thing I knew class was over.
"Hey Malfoy can I talk to you?"
"What do you want Potter?" he sneered but he just looked confused
"I just wanted to say sorry for always dismissing you as just another Slytherin. I know you're not actually a bad person. I know you didn't want to do what you did last year and I think you just got put in with the wrong sort. I was hoping we could start over?" I said extending his hand. Malfoy looks straight up at Me, tilts his head and says
"I think I can tell the wrong sort for myself, thanks." Malfoy just looks at me for a few seconds and we burst out laughing, everyone looks at us like we've grown wings. Then out of nowhere he kisses me and wow Malfoys lips are really soft and seven years worth of sexual tension somehow manages to heighten. The couple was blissfully ignorant of everyone watching them with mouths dropped open in shock because what the fuck is happening? Ron and Hermione smugly smiling because they knew this was gonna happen. When Draco and Harry break apart for air they just smile at each other for a second before they realize everyone staring at them and they both start blushing because I can't believe that just happened.
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The wrong sort
FanfictionDrarry oneshot It's year 8 at Hogwarts and Harry and Draco have come to an understanding
