Here's the latest installment! Fluffiness with a bit more of a jealous tinge in it...
"Potter!" green eyes met silver as the two young men stopped across each other right before the entrance to the Great Hall.
"What do you want Malfoy?"
"I want to challenge you to a duel." molten silver flashed as the dark haired man raised an eyebrow at him.
"Why should I accept?"
"Why not?"
"Don't answer a question with a question Malfoy, it's unseemly."
"Scared Potter? I've noticed that you haven't been answering my taunts since this school years begun. Have you finally succumbed to my words and believe everything that I said?" he smirked as those beautiful jade orbs became hard emerald with his jibe.
"In your dreams Malfoy," but then Potter had the audacity to smirk at him. "But I guess you would be dreaming of me succumbing to your will, wouldn't you Draco?" his eyes widened as his knees shook. The way his name rolled off the other's tongue, it couldn't be anything but sensual.
"H-h-ha! You wish Har-Potter." another raised eyebrow was the answer to his slip. The Gryffindor sauntered over to him and he lost his perception of the world around them. All he could see was the predator stalking towards him, his gaze trained on every step those lithe legs made, the smirk never faltering on the handsome face.
"So I'm Harry now, am I?" he drawled in a voice so silky Draco felt his face heat up. He forgot that he was in front of the Great Hall and there were people watching them.
"P-p-potter, what t-t-the hell do you think you're doing?"
"Why the stutter Malfoy? Have you lost your eloquence somewhere along the way?" and he was there standing inches away from him, deep emerald boring into molten silver.
"Nothing to say?" Draco felt those velvet lips moving against his, so close were they. "I'll see you later Dragon," he felt the briefest push, the smallest amount of pressure, just enough for the brush of lips to be considered a kiss and then he was gone, sauntering over to the Gryffindor table with a smirk on his face.
"Bloody Potter!" What. The. Fuck. Just. Happened? I was supposed to win! It should've been I who won that argument. Could you even call that an argument? Damn. Bloody. Potter. Playing me for a fool. What is he up to?
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Blaise Zabini stared curiously at the giddy Gryffindor, his dark gaze trailing behind the brunet to his blond friend who was still standing in front of the Great Hall. He sighed and stood up from the Slytherin table, he needed to wake Draco up from his stupor before he made an even bigger fool of himself.
"Damn bloody Harry fucking Potter!" he listened as his friend ranted, still standing as still as statue. "What the hell does he think he's doing kissing me?"
"He kissed you?" he asked though he saw what had happened.
"Blaise! Yes, uh, no, it was... I just..."
"Draco are you alright?"
"I'm fine!" he snarled at the Italian who raised both hands in a sign of surrender. He stalked over to his usual seat in the Slytherin table intent on ignoring everyone around him when Blaise sat next to him and Theodore on his other side. He sighed knowing he was trapped.
"What happened Drake?"
"None of your business."
"We're just worried about you Draco, you've been acting weird these last few months."
"I'm acting weird?" he asked both of them. "You're the ones getting friendly with the Gryffindorks! What happened to house loyalty?"
"Is that why you're always in a bad mood?" Blaise asked him. "Because we've been spending a lot of time with them?"
"I don't bloody well care who you're spending your time with!"
"Then what's your problem?" the blond didn't answer, instead he rose from his seat without touching his food and stomped out of the Great Hall amidst the whispers that followed him.
"Potter's good." Theodore commented as they watched their friend stalk away.
"I wonder what's going to happen next."
"We'll just have to wait and see."
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"Damn bloody Potter. What is he up to?" he thought to himself. He'd spent the afternoon sulking in his bedroom, refusing to go back to the Hall for lunch. Instead he ordered food to be served in his rooms. He gazed out of the window in his room, idly watching the giant squid pass by. Being in the dungeons, it came to no surprise that they're dormitories would be right under the lake itself. The windows and walls were charmed to keep the students safe from the various cratures living within the dark depths but they could still watch them in their natural habitat. "Maybe I should fly. It would help me think things through." it took a long moment of debate but he finally decided on it. "Let's fly."
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"Blaise, I'm going to take Hermione up for a ride," Harry told the Italian Slytherin as he landed in front of him. The only girl on the Golden Trio was sitting on the grass talking to Pansy and Ginny while Ron, Blaise, Theo and Harry had been flying.
"You know she doesn't like flying."
"I know." he grinned widely at the other boy who shook his head.
"If something happens to her, your ass is mine Potter." he glared.
"Why don't you and Theo bring Ginny and Pansy up as well?" he suggested. "It might be fun to see their reactions."
"Ginny knows how to fly and Pansy does too, it's all part of the pureblood training program." Theodore said as he too landed. "So what are you two planning?"
"I just want to take Hermione up for a ride." he waggled his eyebrows suggestively earning slaps in the back of his head. "Sorry, couldn't resist."
"Fine, go get her." Blaise nodded to their direction and watched as Harry walked away his strides full of purpose. Dark onyx twinkled lightly as he watched his girlfriend follow her friend away from the two other girls, idly he wondered what he had said to get her away from them but continued to look upon the scene with rapt attention.
"He's bloody stupid for what he's trying to do." Theodore said as they watched Harry mount his broom after Hermione who was looking worriedly at him. "You're really going to let him do that?"
"Just like you said, unless Hermione breaks things off with us because of him, he's no contender of mine."
"True enough." they both smiled at the delightful expression on Hermione's face as they slowly lifted off the ground. Obviously Harry was keeping it safe, getting her used to the pace before going further up.
"Oi!" they looked up to see Ron waving his arms wildly. "Let's play a game."
"How exactly are we going to play?" Ginny shouted back at him.
"You and Pansy against Theo and Blaise." Ron answered. "I'll be keeper."
"What about Harry and Hermione?"
"They can play seeker, whichever one of them catches the snitch wins the game for their team."
"Alright!" Ginny waved her wand. "Accio quaffle." she announced. "Harry do you have your practice snitch with you?" she shouted over to the pair who were flying in lazy circles around the pitch.
"Yep." he threw the silver ball over to Blaise who caught it without much effort.
"We'll only play half the pitch." Theodore announced as he too mounted his broom.
"Hold on to the broom 'Mione," Harry told his passenger.
"Don't drop me Har."
"I won't," he assured her and they zoomed higher up above the stands as they surveyed the pitch for the wayward winged ball. Unknown to them they were being watched.
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"Just when I thought I'd escaped them all." his grip tightened on his broomstick as he listened to the bushy haired girl's twinkling laughter ring out. She was having fun riding Harry's broom. "God that sounded so wrong." his knuckles turned white as he clenched his fingers into a fist, nails digging into his palm, and then the thought struck him. "Why am I so angry?" he listened to the barking laughter of his friends as they played around with the Gryffindors. He felt utterly alone at that moment and for the umpteenth time since the school year had begun, he couldn't quite figure out why everything was happening the way they've been. He heard a crack and felt the searing pain as the splinters lodged their way into the skin of his fingers. He didn't even feel for the expensive broom that he had broken with his bare hand. His mind clouded with confusion as his eyesight darkened, before he knew what was happening he'd lost consciousness.
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"Having fun 'Mione?" Harry asked his passenger. They had been playing for quite some time and he was surprised by how quickly she had taken to the broom.
"I never knew quidditch could be this much fun." she laughed breathlessly as she turned a little too sharp to the right and the brunet behind her caught a glimpse of silver white.
"Draco?"
"No, I'm Hermione."
"No, I meant Draco," they had just passed the other side of the pitch and Harry took over control for a minute.
"Where?"
"Blaise!" Harry shouted as he once again spotted the flash of blond. The urgency in his voice had grabbed the attention of the dark-skinned Slytherin and he was there in moments.
"What's wrong Harry?"
"Take Hermione!" he said as he positioned his broom right next to the other boy's.
"What why?"
"Just take her!" he boomed and Hermione jumped brooms quickly, Harry rarely ever got worked up ever since the end of the War but when he did it was for an actual cause. "Shit!" the pair looked on in confusion as the Gryffindor seeker zoomed off. They watched in morbid curiosity as he flew off to the other side of the pitch.
"Shit shit shit shit shit!" Blaise cursed. "That's Draco." and indeed it was the Ice Prince himself who was freefalling from the stands, they could only hope Harry was quick enough to catch him. "Theo! Ron!" the games fell to a stop as he called the other boys' names.
"Blaise fly me closer to them." Hermione ordered and he didn't second guess her. He zoomed off just as Harry dove after Draco. "Pansy levitate! Ginny cushion!" she ordered as both witches flew along side them. "Arresto momentum!" she waved her wand in the direction of the free falling pair, sometime during their flight Harry had let go of his broom and took Draco in his arms, spinning in mid-air to cushion their fall with his own body.
"Wingardium leviosa!" instead of the cushioning charm Hermione had ordered, Ginny backed up Pansy's spell with her own, Draco and Harry were falling far too fast, they would've bounced off the cushioning charm anyway.
"Harry what happened?" Ron was the first to arrive as he had stayed glued to his broom the whole time.
"I don't know. I saw him when we were flying over and he just fell." Harry was already rising, Draco in his arms.
"Careful mate his hand is bleeding." Ron placed said appendage on top of the blond's stomach.
"I'm taking him to Madame Pomfrey," he didn't wait for the others to come to them, he strode away briskly without another word.
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"You slipped Draco the potion?" accusing stares met the Italian Slytherin.
"That was bloody stupid Blaise Zabini!" his girlfriend exploded. "What if Harry didn't catch him on time? What if he broke something? What if~" she was silenced by a passionate kiss that had her breathless within the next few moments. "I'm still mad at you." the dark haired young man smirked at the bushy haired girl.
"I hadn't expected him on coming here." he told all of them, keeping a hand on her waist as he did.
"How do you expect them to get on better terms now then?"
"After that scare?" it was Ron who answered. "You didn't see the way Harry looked when he caught Draco. He's going to stop playing games with him now."
"Draco's not going to be happy about that though."
"Well they're both stubborn enough for all of us. We'll see who wins that match." Ron snorted as he wrapped his arms around Pansy, the Slytherin girl leaning back against him.
"I can't wait for the fireworks," Ginny said with a wicked smile and a meaningful stare at her own boyfriend. Theodore chuckled deeply at her as the group contemplated on the next step of the cat and mouse game.
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"You scared me Dragon," he whispered to the sleeping boy. "I thought I was going to lose you." he ran a gentle finger across the pale boy's cheeks, tucking an errant strand behind the ear.
"Then perhaps you should just tell him how you feel," he didn't need to turn around to know who had spoken.
"You and I both know how stubborn he is, he's not going to give in just because I saved him."
"Then maybe you should start wooing him properly Mr. Potter."
"How did you even know about it Professor?"
"You weren't exactly being subtle in your advances," their headmistress said. "Doing such things in the Great Hall, you were bound to be noticed."
"So you think I should court him?"
"It is the proper thing to do at this point."
"Thanks Professor."
"You should return to the tower Mr. Potter, curfew is in five minutes."
"Yes headmistress," he said and without a care in the world, he dropped a gentle kiss on the blond's forehead before walking out of the infirmary with a soft smile on his face.
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His silver eyes flashed open in surprise and confusion. He stared up at the familiar ceiling as he thought of how he could've gotten to the infirmary. His last conscious thought was angry at Potter for doing things to him that he didn't understand and then... nothing. He looked to the side to see two parchments on his bedside table and a single golden tulip. His brow scrunched up in thought as he gingerly sat up and took hold of the parchment with the flower.
I'm here. That was it, there was no indication of who wrote it but the penmanship was familiar to him though he couldn't quite figure out who. He reached for the other parchment as he brought the tulip up to his nose and inhaled the heady scent.
Draco,
I've brought you some clothes so you wouldn't have to go back to the dorms. Come see us at breakfast, we'll be sitting at the Slytherin table and you can tell me what happened. Hermione will be with me.
Pansy.
"Mr. Malfoy, how are you feeling?"
"I feel a little dizzy Madame Pomfrey, what happened to me?"
"It seems you've taken a fall from the quidditch stands."
"How did I get here?"
"You were brought here," was her evasive answer. "Take this potion and come back to me after lunch. I want to see you then."
"Thank you," he nodded as he downed the potion in one go.
"You can change in there Mr. Malfoy," she pointed towards the back of the infirmary. "Just leave the clothes inside, I'll see to it that the elves return them to your dorms washed and pressed." Draco went off to the bathroom to change. "Be on your way Mr. Malfoy, breakfast has already started."
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"Draco!" his best friend's excited voice reached him just as he strolled through the doors of the Great Hall. He rolled his eyes as the girl practically bounced in her seat but then he remembered that she had been with Harry, in his bedroom and apparently on his bed. Narrowed molten silver gazed upon the bushy haired girl sitting beside his friend, great. Just. Fucking. Great.
"Good morning Pansy, Granger." he murmured as he sat down beside the former.
"How are you feeling Drake?"
"I'm fine, Madame Pomfrey gave me something for the dizziness."
"Can you tell me what happened?"
"Will you stop pretending?" he hissed angrily as he grabbed his fork. "Stop pretending to be my friend."
"What are you talking about?" she asked in surprise.
"I told you everything because I thought I could trust you," he whispered angrily though somewhat gloomy. "You knew how I felt for him and yet..."
"Draco will you explain what you're saying? I don't understand."
"What were you doing in his room, and on his bed?"
"What? I was never..." and then she had the audacity to giggle at him. Both she and the Gryffindor princess started to giggle uncontrollably and he couldn't quite beat down the flush that rose on his face.
"Why are you laughing at me?"
"Are you jealous Draco?" it was Granger who asked.
"Who told you you could call me by my first name?" he snapped at the still laughing girl. "I don't recall ever giving you permission to do so."
"Well you are Blaise's best friend as well as Pansy's and seeing as I'm friends with both of them, I thought I could call you that by default."
"No, no, absolutely not. I don't appreciate you people making fun of me."
"No one's making fun of you Drake," Pansy finally calmed down.
"Then what the hell is Har-Potter planning?"
"I think you're about to find out," Hermione said as she looked toward the entrance to find Ron and Blaise walking side by side with Potter behind him and Theodore and the she weasel following him. It was a strange formation of Slytherins and Gryffindors and it had caught the attention of the students as well as the teachers.
"What's going on?" he seemed to be confused most of the time now. He looked on as Ron and Blaise bypassed him to walk over to their respective partners.
"Good morning 'Mione!" Ron greeted her with a smile as he sat next to his girl. "Morning flower," his voice had become husky as he turned his attention to the Slytherin Queen. He reached within his robe and procured a single white rose.
"Good morning, my knight." she smiled as she accepted the proferred flower. "Thank you."
"Must you be so sappy Ronald?" as a pureblood Zabini would not stoop to saying such names as Ron, at least not for the moment.
"Must you shoot me down Zabini?" he retorted and the two burst out laughing.
"For you my princess," Blaise turned his attention to the giggling girl beside him.
"You didn't have to, but thank you my prince," she smiled lovingly at him as she reached for the daisy that he offered her.
"Now who's sappy?" Theodore and Ginny had sat across from them and he smirked at both boys while the girls rolled their eyes at him.
"Are you trying to be outdone Nott?" the dark skinned Italian raised an eyebrow at him.
"No, I don't have to show you what Ginny and I do. That's our business, and ours alone." he smiled at the fiery redhead. "Isn't that right, my firecracker?" she returned his smile and kissed him lightly on the lips, Draco couldn't take it anymore. His friends were happy with their partners while he was alone. He felt bereft, he clenched his hand on the table and bowed his head. He wouldn't be weak, he wouldn't show them how jealous he was that they were loved, they wouldn't see him cry.
"What's wrong Dragon?" he had forgotten about his presence but the gentle hand that pried his fingers apart. He stared at their intertwined fingers, dark and light, polar opposites. They could never be.
"Leave me alone," he tried to pull his hand away but the grip on his was strong.
"Why are you crying?" he sounded so concerned, but no he mustn't fall for it.
"Why do you care?"
"But I do," Harry insisted as he grasped the blond's chin and pulled his face to meet the watery silver gaze.
"Why?" he asked again, fighting the urge to close his eyes to stop from meeting the determined jade orbs.
"Believe me I do," Harry's voice dropped to a husky whisper as he held out a beautiful silvery gold flower to Draco. "I'm here, always." the Slytherin's eyes widened in surprise, the words familiar to him until he remembered the note on his bedside table with the tulip, the golden tulip on it.
"W-w-what?"
"It's a dragon lily," he never dropped his eyes as he watched the reaction he garnered.
"B-b-but,"
"I never hated you Draco," the brunet confessed. "I hated the mask that you've been forced to wear, the actions you had no choice on doing but you, the beautiful person that you are, I've never hated you."
"Potter, why?"
"Harry," the Gryffindor corrected gently. "I've always known how you felt about me but I couldn't approach you with Voldemort on the loose. I hated what you did, those other people that you 'dated' when you tried to convince yourself that you didn't like me. I didn't like it, the jealousy I felt when every year you have a knew beau, and before the term ends there's someone else with you. I hated the thought of anyone sharing your bed when I wanted to be the only one," he took a deep breath, the confession taking more out of him than he thought it would.
"Y-y-you..." he grasped the flower in his hand, not knowing whether or not the words said were to be believed, were they true?
"Draconis Lucius Malfoy, will you let me court you?"
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