I love this quote, this will be fun. "Don't you think that's a little bit weird, a little bit psycho?"


Draco sat at the Slyterin table, glaring at the back of Harry's head. He nudged Crabbe hard in the ribs, causing the other to drop his muffin. Crabbe looked at him, slight worry written on his chubby face. "What's wrong?"

"Potter problems?" Goyle asked.

Draco's expression soured. "He's always happy."

"Yeah?" Crabbe picked up his muffin again and took a big bite.

"Think about it," Draco's gaze shifted from Harry's head to Crabbe and Goyle's confused faces. "The Dark Lord is always trying to kill him, right? Wouldn't he be scared and looking around every corner? It's weird, maybe even a bit psychotic that he's just calm and happy, don't you think?"

"Well, maybe." Goyle raised an eyebrow. "What are you getting at?"

"Wouldn't he be better off with someone protecting him rather than those pathetic excuses for friends?"

"What are you getting at?"

"I mean, Weasel and Granger... They aren't exactly the best means of protection." Draco returned his gaze to Harry but looked away slightly when the dark haired boy turned around.

Crabbe and Goyle shared a confuse look. "Yeah?"

"Maybe," Draco paused and glanced at Harry again. "Maybe I could protect him..."

"But he hates you." Crabbe muttered.

"And you hate him." Goyle added.

"It's not exactly hate as much as it-," his eyes widened slightly. "Never mind. Just know that I don't hate him, and I can maybe make it up to him."

"How would you do that?"

Draco blinked slowly and put his head in his arms. "I'm unsure..."

"Maybe we can help." Goyle suggested, picking up a green apple from the table.

Draco looked up and snatched the apple from Goyle, taking a huge bite. "How?"

"First, it seems you have a crush on him." Goyle murmured, his voice becoming quieter.

"And that's fine," Crabbe added.

Draco blushed a violent red. "Yeah, alright. You caught me." He glanced at Harry once more and looked away, blushing darker when their eyes met. "God! Do you think he knows we're talking about him? He keeps looking at me!"

"Isn't that what you'd want?" Crabbe tilted his head in confusion.

"Shut up, git." Draco lightly slapped Crabbe.

"Maybe if we make a love potion and slip it to him?" Goyle asked. "I'm sure professor Snape wouldn't mind helping."

"Wouldn't mind helping with what?" The professor's nasally voice asked from behind them.

Goyle flushed slightly and Crabbe stuttered out an answer. "D-Draco needs a l-love potion to give to Potter!"

The Great Hall went silent as those words rang through the air. Draco's cheeks darkened and he smacked Crabbe. "Thanks a lot you big oaf." He jumped up and scurried out of the Great Hall, not noticing when a certain dark haired boy followed after.

"Draco, wait!"

Draco's cheeks darkened a bit more. "Go away Potter."

"Wait! I want to tell you something."

"What is it?" Draco asked, stopping but not turning to look at Harry.

"About what was said in the Great Hall?"

"What was that?"

"About the love potion."

Draco could feel his cheeks turning hot. "Yeah?"

"You don't need to." A hand found Draco's wrist.

"Are you psychotic?"

"Maybe so." Harry whispered. "But I really like you, I don't want to fight anymore."

Draco turned around and hugged Harry. "I'm sorry for the way I treated you."

"It's alright."

"No it's not," Draco shook his head. "I shouldn't have done what I did. I was cruel and-" he was cut off by a set of warm lips on his.

Harry pulled back slowly. "I said it was alright."

"Yeah. Definitely alright." Draco smiled slightly and wrapped an arm around Harry's. "Let's go find somewhere to snog privately."


I'll be making a Halloween special within the next week. Wolfstar ;) so look out for it. ~Cat.