A/N (IMPORTANT): So I've changed the point of view from first person, present tense to third person limited, past tense. This is a casual fan fiction, I'm not even editing it, and it works and flows a lot better for me if I use third person past. It is still limited to Harry's perspective. And I've been asked about how often updates would be - I don't have a specific timing but I'd hope for at least twice a week (likely/hopefully more) Enjoy!
"I have to go, I forgot my book in my dorm." Harry stood.
"See you at lunch?" Ron said between bites of his breakfast sandwich.
"Obviously." Harry smiled and turned to walk out, stopping for a moment as he wondered if he should tell them he'll be late for lunch. He decides against it and keeps walking, going quickly so he won't have to explain why he stopped in the first place.
Harry's books weren't in the dorm, he just needed an excuse to get out. Draco wasn't in the great hall and he needed to talk to him as soon as possible. If he could get Draco to talk to Snape in potions today, everything would go a lot faster and will be more comfortable for everyone.
Rushing a little too much, Harry made his way to the dungeons, hoping that he would run into Draco on the way. As soon as he thought that, Draco, alone (thank god) came around the corner.
"Potter, why are you coming down here-"
"To talk to you." He cut off Draco. "Get out of the middle of the hall, this is important."
"Your godfather replied?"
Harry nodded. "He doesn't know what to do."
"Seriously?"
"But – He said Snape will."
Draco didn't reply, he just stared at Harry like he was joking. It took a good amount of silent seconds for him to realize he wasn't.
"I can't just tell Snape I'm a werewolf!" He said it sharply, but also in a whisper.
"Well..." Harry didn't expect a response like that. He figured Draco would thank him for the help, if anything. "I'll come with you, or tell him for you..."
"Yeah like that's any better. Then he'll just know that we're..." He stopped. "That you're helping me."
"Were you going to say friends?"
"No..." Draco said.
Harry smiled a little. Friends... "Whatever. You're gonna have to tell him, I can't just let you be a wild werewolf every month."
"Listen, Potter, Snape is kind of 'friends' with my father. If he finds out, he'll tell him!"
Harry was at a loss, but he needed Snape to supply potions. There was no other way. "Maybe it's better that he tells them. That way you don't have to worry about doing it." Draco rolled his eyes. "Seriously! He's going to have to find out eventually."
"Okay, okay, I'll talk to Snape." He paused. "But you're coming with me."
Thankfully, potions was Slytherin and Hufflepuff rather than Slytherin and Gryffindor. Harry didn't need Hermione and Ron knowing he was helping Draco Malfoy. They both hate him, they believe that Harry hates him, it just wouldn't be a good situation. What if he told them, they left him, then Draco decided he didn't need help. Then what?
They filed through the door, and Harry 'accidentally' sat next to Draco. They were at the back, no one could see them other than Snape. About halfway through the class, Draco whispered something to Harry.
"What?"
"Can we wait until tomorrow?"
"No. We can't put something like this off."
"Fine." Draco turned back to the teacher. Snape would tell Harry off immediately whenever he talked to Ron in class, but said nothing when he talked to Draco. He'd obviously noticed they were talking, too. It shows the favouritism he really has. He didn't want to take points from Slytherin, and he particularly likes Draco. Harry knows why now, he's friends with Lucius Malfoy. If he got mad at Draco, Lucius would find out.
Class was slow (as usual) and rather than running out at the bell, he stayed seated, making sure Draco did too. The class was empty, and Snape was muttering something to himself as he used his wand to clean the potion supplies students had left lying on the tables. Draco looked at Harry, shaking his head a little, fear in his grey-blue eyes.
"Go." Harry mouthed, pushing him towards Snape.
"Erm, Professor?"
"Malfoy, what are you doing here?"
"I was just wondering." He paused for maybe a bit too long. "If you knew anything about werewolves?"
Snape stopped what he was doing and turned to look at Draco.
"Specifically, how to make it a... controllable thing?"
"Why must you know?"
"I think you know, sir." He said warily.
"Potter!" Snape and spotted Harry, who was still sitting at his seat. "Are you eaves dropping."
"Yes, sir." Harry stood. He knew Draco didn't wantSnape to know they were... 'friends.' "I'll just go, then."
"Yes, you will 'just go then'." Harry slowly walked out, making eye contact with an obviously nervous Draco. "5 points from Slytherin!" He called as Harry shut the door behind him.
The stress began building up as he leaned against the wall waiting for Draco to come out. He didn't even know why. It's not like he was close to Draco, but, he cared about him so much. Someone who had bullied him for years, hurt his friends, and yet, here he was, hoping this boy would be better than okay.
The door burst open. "So what did he say?" Harry said. Instead of giving him, an answer, though, Draco stormed by, ignoring him completely.
