12 | Thinking

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Thinking

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Draco's P.O.V

After 'sulking' in the dormitory for a few more minutes, I walked down to the Great Hall, making sure to appear as arrogant and snobby as usual. I wouldn't want to have people thinking I was happy for once. No, they had to think I was my usual, smug, self. See, I wasn't just putting this front up to hide my relationship with Harry, nobody knows about my situation with my father, and I am really glad to be away from him.

As I walked through the doors of the Great Hall, I scanned over the Gryffindor table, looking for my black-haired beauty. My eyes landed on him almost immediately, and we briefly made eye contact. I bit my lip to try and repress the smile that was threatening to break free; when Harry noticed, he cheekily bounced his eyebrows, as if taunting me to smile for him. By now my cheek muscles were sore from holding in my grin, so I let it out, making Harry smirk triumphantly.

I rolled my eyes, and walked over to my table, my earlier haughty personna restored. I sat down next to Blaise, and he looked at me curiously.

"What?" I asked ignorantly.

"I could have sworn you were just smiling. I thought you were all pouty because Pansy was calling you a gay boy again."

Well, sh... Play it off, Draco. You can do this.

"I don't know what you're talking about. I wasn't pouty, I was just..." I trailed off purposely, trying to act like my old self again.

"Just pouty?"

I rolled my eyes and scoffed, but didn't say anything, making Blaise smirk a little.

"Shut up, Blaise." I said after a few seconds.

Blaise grinned cheekily.

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Harry's P.O.V

I had to be discreet about my exchange with Draco in the Great Hall. Luckily, Hermione had already excused herself to the lavatory a few seconds beforehand, and missed our little slip up. Hermione would be a difficult obstacle; she's too perceptive for her own good. I would have to be extra careful around her this year. I really wish I could just tell Hermione and Ron about Draco, but it's not what he wants, so I have to respect that. I'm also a bit worried of what Ron would think. I get the sense he would probably be uncomfortable with it for a while, and then look past his hate for Draco, and realize he was a really good guy, and that he made me happy. At least, that's what I'm hoping would happen.

"Hey, mate." Ron nudged me out of my reverie. He jerked his head over to the teacher's table, where the first years had filed in. The first of the new students had made their way to the stool, where they would soon be sorted. Just as the Sorting Hat was placed on the little, brown-haired boy's head, Hermione sat back down to the right of me.

"Have I missed any of the sorting ceremony?" She questioned anxiously.

"No, they're just starting, don't worry." I whispered back. She nodded.

"Ravenclaw!" The Hat shouted happily, and the Ravenclaw table began clapping for their new member. The Ravenclaws were never overly enthusiastic about getting new house members, they were the calmer type. They didn't like to make loud noises, because it bothered them when others were too loud.

By the end of the ceremony, Gryffindor had gained a total of seventeen new students, and only three of them boys. It was strange, watching all of these new kids walking to their new houses, feeling all of the same things that we had felt four years ago. You could see they were nervous, but they were excited, and totally amazed by everything around them.

It brought back the memories of my first day here. The day Draco and I became enemies. It's crazy to think of how much things have changed since then. Back then, I was just a nice guy sticking up for the only person who was actually friendly to me, and Draco was just a mean kid who always got what he wanted, he was no better than any of the kids who had bullied me for my entire life.

But now, we're so different. I would still stick up for Ron any day, but he's not just 'friendly' with me anymore, he's my best friend. Draco isn't a spoiled brat, he's a guy who has been to hell and back, he puts up with constant pain all on his own, and he doesn't like to open up to anybody. He's damaged and he's scared, but now he's not alone. I needed somebody who could empathize with me, not just sympathize like Ron and Hermione, I needed to feel like I was protecting somebody from something. Draco needed somebody to understand, and somebody to listen and care. We needed each other, and we finally have each other now. But nobody else knows...

I took a deep breath, and looked up just in time to see Draco, and his captivating silver eyes look away from me. God, he's perfect. He's everything I need, and I couldn't ask for anything better.

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