Let's talk about who you say is the essence of your life…
"Harry! Eh, Harry!"
Harry Potter looks up suddenly, drawn out of his thoughts by his best friend Ron's incessant calling. "What's the matter?"
The red-head rolls his eyes towards the ceiling, exasperated. "I've been calling your name for the past five minutes, mate. Class is over."
Oh? Harry looks around, finally noticing the empty seats around him. Class was indeed over, so long over that Hermione had already gone onto the great hall without them. Harry quickly shoves his things into his bookbag and stands up.
"Honestly, what's wrong with you?" Ron asks. Harry shrugs, and they head towards the great hall together.
There's nothing he's worthy of, he's just another playa…
"Mione!" Ron calls out the instant they see her. She smiles, fidgeting and playing with her hair off-handedly. Harry sighs, Ron and Hermione had been dating for several months now, but he just couldn't seem to get used to it. Some nagging part of him felt the whole situation was wrong somehow, but he couldn't put a finger on WHY.
"Hey Ron, Hey Harry!" Hermione calls out, blushing. "What took you two so long?!"
"Harry was just being a wanker." Ron responds, taking his seat.
Both Ron and Hermione look to Harry, who hesitates for a moment before sitting on the side of Ron opposite Hermione. He looks down for a moment, sighing into his plate, before looking up and noticing Draco Malfoy's eyes on him from the Slytherin table.
I've seen enough, now this must come to an end…
"Potter!" Malfoy calls out as the group of friends breaks off after their meal.
"What do want, Malfoy?" Harry asks tiredly. "I've had a long enough day as it is, I don't need you making it longer."
"No need to be a priss." Malfoy responds, smiling coyly. "I just thought you might like to know some information I have on Weasley."
Harry eyes widen, and, with a nod, he allows Malfoy to lead him to an empty room.
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"He'll never love you, you know." Draco says as soon as the door is closed; his back turned to Harry.
"Wha—Why would I care about that?!" Harry exclaims.
Draco turns to face Harry, and laughs quietly. "I've seen the way you look at him, the way you act when he and the mudblood get all cuddly."
"Hermione's not—"
"Okay, when he and Granger, if you rather. The point is you like him and he's never gonna like you back."
Harry looks to the floor. Where could Malfoy possibly be going with this unless— "And you've decided to use this to try and ruin me? The crazy lying boy-who-lived is a gay? Is that it?"
Draco laughs, quietly at first and slowly building in momentum. "Oh, this is rich…are you blind?"
Harry blinks.
"I like you, you arse! Why do you think I've been paying so close attention? Why do you think I noticed anything Weasley or Granger did? Why do you think I let you catch my eyes…or willingly go into an empty classroom with you?"
Get another boyfriend…
A very handy spell (accio bed), as well as some M-rated activity later, Harry snuggles into Draco's arms. "So what WAS the point of all this then? Telling me about Ron and what-not; bringing me here?"
"Isn't it simple, Pott—Harry?" Draco asks, smiling. "I thought you should know to get another boyfriend."
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A/N: Okay, so I've been saying forever that I wanted to attempt some Drarry love and I've been in the mood for the past few days to write something even though I had no idea WHAT. So, tada, some crappy and non-smutty Drarry love for y'all~!
Lyrics from the song "Get Another Boyfriend" by the Backstreet Boys (It's a looooong story)