Warning:
Cuteness up ahead
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They were only living together because of his predicament. Anyone gets close to whom they live with, it's natural.
It was also natural to feel down after that person dismissed you.
Besides, Harry was on edge, of course he was angry, it was natural for him to outburst like that.
So why did it sting when he said it?
"Malfoy and I are not involved in each other and never will be!"
It shouldn't have stung. Draco should have been agreeing with that.
If Harry had gotten so upset about it, it was for a reason. After all, Draco had learned that he was a terrible person from a terrible family. So of course anyone would say the same about being paired up with him. It was just common sense.
So as he and Harry stood in silence, looking at cup sets, exchanging awkward quips. Though Draco could tell by the way Harry clenched and unclenched his left fist every now and then that he was nervous. He pretended everything was fine and nothing happened.
Rita was just an unfortunate event, and whatever she was cooking up in that notebook of hers couldn't possibly be that bad.
Harry finally bit his lip and let a breath escape his lips as Draco studied a crystallized lined set of tea cups."I'm sorry. For exploding like that,"he let out.
"It's quite alright. It's not like you said anything untrue." Draco avoided his gaze still.
"No, Draco truthfully, she just gets under my skin so easily. Her having a go at you, and then asking me questions as if you weren't even there,"he huffed angrily,"Just she wait until Hermione finds out."
Having a go at him? Is that what actually upset him? Not the questions about their 'involvement'?
If there was another thing Draco learned about Harry, was that the man was terrible with his emotions. He was also confusing as hell. Not in the way of trying to understand him, no of course not, that part was easy to Draco. It was actually understanding what he meant. Sometimes Draco was sure Harry didn't even know what he was saying himself half the time.
Draco realized Harry was still talking.
"...and with your state, I don't even want to think about what she would do if she found out about your current amnesia. If that got on the Daily Prophet-,"he stopped himself, suddenly becoming very self aware of what he was saying.
"If the Daily Prophet what?" Draco asked, suddenly very interested.
Harry was turning a shade of red, and was doing a terrible job at hiding it. Draco would have admitted it was cute, if only the git wasn't hiding things at the moment.
"If the Daily Prophet....found out...."Harry said slowly, the gears turning in his brain, which Draco was surprised it wasn't costing him much work,"they would use it to their advantage. Yeah, you know, they wouldn't leave you alone. Reckon they'd try and scam you off your galleons."
Draco narrowed his eyes at Harry, who was grinning nervously. He knew he was lying. Every time Harry lied, he would bite his lip slightly. He didn't point it out though, and he didn't ask about it either. Instead he huffed and rolled his eyes.
"Whatever you say 'Prat Who Lived'."
"Mhm, let's go pay, I like those cups you have."
"You can't just buy them because you like them. You have to wonder if they match everything else. Your plates, your silverware."
"Why? Why can't I just buy them and there?"
"Because it's just not right. But fine, we'll buy these. But the rest of the utensils need to match."
Harry face palmed."Sure, Whatever,"under his breath he murmured,"Git."
Draco heard him as they made their way to pay."Prat."
"Ferret boy."
"Scar head."
"Spoiled princess."
"Now you're just stating the truth,"Draco said with a very smug smirk.
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"Harry!" Draco yelled loudly. He was laying on the red velvet sofa in the sitting room, staring at the ceiling.
He heard Harry's quick footsteps coming down the stairs in a frenzied hurry. Then tried to contain his laughter as the Golden Boy tripped and landed on the carpet almost face first.
Harry immediately hopped back on his feet and faced Draco, his glasses lopsided on his nose and face in full alert."Draco? What happened? Are you alright?"
Draco rolled his eyes."I'm fine you clumsy twat."
"Then why the bloody hell did you call for me?" Harry asked, frowning.
"I'm bored."
Harry gaped, then glared."Malfoy you complete idiot-,"
"Yes keep going on your hatred towards me Harry, it still won't fix my boredom."
"I am not your entertainer Draco."
Draco pouted."I didn't say you were, I said I was bored. So I simply expect for you, the man who's taking me in, to keep me pleased in my stay."
Harry raised a hand to massage his temple, taking off his glasses. He then sighed, and grumbled,"Quidditch. We'll play some quidditch."
"Where in Merlin are we going to find a space to play Quidditch at?" Draco asked, sitting up from his position on the sofa. His eyes were blessed with seeing Harry without his glasses, catching the brilliance and twinkle in his eyes that his glasses just didn't do justice.
Harry shrugged."I know a field here that's usually abandoned. It has enough room to fly around. So how about you and I go one on one? I have a snitch we could use to play with."
Draco actually let himself grin."That sounds entertaining for me."
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Draco zoomed past Harry, gripping the broomstick handle in his hands. He didn't necessarily get some recollection of how to play Quidditch, but for some reason, he didn't need to be reminded how to fly a broomstick.
He also couldn't help but notice that Harry was looking pleased. He had a grin on his face as he flew around the field with Draco, and every time that grin was towards Draco's way specifically, his stomach flipped and his heart fluttered.
He was definitely drowning. Drowning in emerald eyes and lopsided smirks at this time, the sun gradually disappearing, and the moon growing brighter like his smile.
Harry waved a hand."I'm releasing the snitch! So get ready to lose to me yeah?"
Draco laughed, a laugh that he couldn't imagine would ever escape his lips. A laugh that was so carefree and happy, that it made Harry beam at him.
"You're on Potter! Just you wait, you'll be the one losing to me."
"I beg to differ Malfoy!"
Harry opened his palm, and the golden orb fluttered it's wings like a hummingbird's and circled around the field, then fluttered around quickly.
Both of their eyes hooked onto the snitch like a hawk's, and Harry smirked in Draco's direction.
"On my mark, alright?"
"Sure thing Scar head,"Draco replied with a smug grin on his lips.
Harry rolled his eyes."Ready...get set...go!"
They flew off rapidly, their brooms chasing after the tiny golden snitch. Zigzagging up and down, left and right. Clashing against each other's brooms every now and then, determined to wrap their hands around the rapid snitch. The sun was gone now, and replaced with a light blanket of the night, stars dotting the sky.
"Admit it Potter! I was a better seeker you were!"
Harry shook his head as he directed his broom."Is that why Gryffindor won the Quidditch Cup?"
Draco flew down to Harry's level, clashing against his broom. The snitch was just an arms reach before them. They faced each other, both determined to catch it.
Draco smirked at Harry mischievously."Something wrong Potter?"
Harry returned the look, looking at Draco's moon lightened face."Only your flying."
The snitch suddenly went straight down, and the pair immediately made nose dives towards the ground. Before they reached it, the snitch rose quickly, and before either of them could do the same, they clashed and rolled onto the grass onto each other, their brooms astray. Harry was sprawled on top of Draco, face to face.
A sudden feeling was bubbling in his chest as he looked down at the blonde below him. Draco's eyes were so sparkly at night. The blue was so brilliant, that Harry was starting to question whether the stars or his eyes were more beautiful to look at. His face was so close to his, and Harry couldn't help but look at Draco's pink lips, which were parted slightly, panting with him from the sudden fall.
Draco was looking right back at him, experiencing similar feelings and thoughts. He looked up, and found it cute how Harry's curly dark hair shaped his face, or how simply amusing it was to see those eyes wide and curious behind the round lenses. He almost wished the glasses fell off in the crash, it was like Harry's eyes were hiding some secret from him. Some special secret that Draco was dying to know.
He let out a breath."What are we doing?"
"I-I don't know..."Harry responded, his voice sounding just a tiny bit heavy,"I'm sure whoever you're seeing...she wouldn't be pleased about this."
Draco tried really hard to contain his laughter. Of all things to say? Harry was an idiot, really.
He rolled his eyes."You prat, who said it'd be a She?"he grinned,"I'm more into the tall, dark, and handsome type myself,"he brushed a hand gently against Harry's cheek," Besides, I'm not seeing anyone. Well,"he sighed,"besides you on top of me right now."
He noted the hitch in Harry's breath as he said all this, then the color rising in his cheeks, invading his entire face.
Draco smirked once again, feeling suddenly very confident."Scared Potter?"
Harry swallowed, then as he leaned in close, a smile suddenly appeared on his face."You wish."
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I'm not fangirling. You are. I'm sorry this was a tad late, I was writing something *else*. But I was working on this for some time, and setting down chapters and what goes on in what. You know how it goes.