House: Ravenclaw

Word Count: 486 (Without A/N)

Category: Drabble

Prompt(s): "Nothing can be that important."

This is an AU so it didn't actually happen in the books, and I don't think Harry went back to Hogwarts, but anyway just letting everyone know.


The golden trio walked through the familiar halls of Hogwarts, reminiscing about years spent roaming those very same halls. This was their last year, as the war had ended and they had all decided to return. The house rivalry with Slytherin had thankfully died down, but wasn't completely gone. Pansy Parkinson and her gang still glared at Hermione and Ron as they passed, whispering crude words just loud enough for them to hear. But one person had made a shocking turn around.

Draco Malfoy had stopped picking on most people. If anything his glares seemed to be directed at his own classmates. He would even offer a smile to a member of the trio if he passed them. One of the trio was painfully oblivious as to who he would actually shoot the smiles at. On this sunny day Draco had passed them in in the halls and smiled, as it was a habit now.

As he walked away, Hermione noticed he had dropped a book on the floor. However, she wasn't the only one who noticed, Harry had as well. He rushed down to pick it up and sprinted off towards the blond Slytherin, shouting after him as he ran.

Hermione and Ron shared confused glances, baffled as to what had just occurred. Harry and Draco weren't friends, right? Ron looked over at Hermione with a frown. Hermione shook her head in bewilderment and they continued towards charms, chatting amongst themselves. Harry soon caught up, ignoring his friends stares.

Finally, he couldn't stand it and looked towards them with a sigh. "What?" Hermione and Ron shared a glance before looking back towards Harry.

"Draco dropped that book and you picked it up and practically sprinted after him." Suspicion laced Hermione's words.

"I don't know why that's wrong. Hermione you said we should be more friendly to the other houses earlier," Harry snapped defensively .

"Harry, what's going on?" Ron asked. His voice lacked any traces of distrust, and for that Harry was glad. Harry let out a long sigh, contemplating what to tell his friends.

"It was a important book. I just returned it to him. That's all," he finally answered, and by the looks on his friend's faces they didn't believe him.

"Harry-" Ron started, but Hermione cut him off.

"Nothing can be that important."

Harry, realizing his story wasn't believable, tried another approach.

"I have to tutor Draco in Transfiguration, and he wanted to schedule a time." It wasn't exactly a lie, they did have tutoring sessions, just with a bit more affection that most. Realization dawned upon Hermione, and she finally understood. The smiles were for Harry, the waves at them in corridors were for Harry, picking on the Slytherins was for Harry. She gave him a knowing look and they all continued on their way. Little did they know that a certain blond haired boy was also getting interrogated in potions class.