Title: Malfo-Puff

Challenge/Prompt: The One AU World Boot Camp/Prompt #34: feelings.

Rating: G/K

Word Count: 727

Characters/Pairings: Draco Malfoy, Harry Potter, and Hannah Abbott. Ernie was, unfortunately, passed out during the making of this ficlet. Harry/Draco

Summary: Draco was a little depressed...

Sighing, Draco slumped over in his seat during History of Magic. With another forlorn sigh, he heard his friend's quill break in half. It was quite the feat, on her part, but Draco was in no mood to congratulate her.

"What is it, Draco?"

"Nothing," he sighed again, head resting on his arms. As he opened his mouth to, once again, exhale despondently, he heard, "I swear to Merlin, himself, if you sigh again, Draco..."

Draco picked up his head, cradling it in one hand, and looked over at Hannah Abbott. "I'm just depressed..."

She stopped pretending to take notes, and scooted closer to Draco. "What's wrong?"

"Harry..." Draco whinged, eyes as wide and sad as a crup's. "He doesn't notice me!"

She gave the prat a Look. "What are you talking about?"

Looking around at the entire class, to make sure no one was eavesdropping, he realised he shouldn't have bothered. Most of the Hufflepuffs, and quite a few Ravenclaws, were in various stages of sleep, or drowsiness.

He noted that Ernie was just plain passed out on the desk, drooling. It would be great to take the piss out of him, later on.

"Well," he whispered in Hannah's ear. "I have this super huge crush on him..."

The blond squealed in excitement. "I knew it!"

"Huh?" Draco questioned, "How?"

"Well, you've been dazed, lately. More so than usual, if I might add. And you've been sneaking looks at him a lot. So much so, that I'm surprised he hasn't realised it, yet."

Draco's face, to his growing horror, felt incredibly hot. Placing his hands on his cheeks, he vehemently denied the truth of those observations. "No, I haven't!"

"Yes, you have," she simply stated, packing up her things. "Class is nearly over. When we leave, you're marching straight up to that Slytherin, and asking him out on a date."

"Nooooo," he shook his head rapidly. "I'm scarrreeeed!"

"Stop your whinging, you're doing it." she nodded her head. Draco knew there was no stopping her. Her and her evil ways.

"Why did I tell you, again?"

"Because you know I'm a sucker for a good romance?" she answered speculatively.

"Maybe," he shrugged, getting up when class was adjourned. He sped-walked to the door, and just when he thought he had escaped her grasp, he felt a hand grab hold of his arm.

She shook her head, and tsked at him. "Nuh-uh, you're coming with me."

With a squeak, the platinum-haired teen found himself dragged over to the Great Hall, waiting outside the entrance doors for a certain raven-haired Slytherin.

When Harry was within Draco's sights, he tried to do a bunk, and creep away from the Hufflepuff's grasp. With a stern look, he was forced to settle down. Although, he showed his clear defiance by pouting at the floor.

"Malfoy," Harry exclaimed, waving Longbottom and Granger off. When he met up with Draco, he cleared his throat, pushing down the blush with sheer willpower. "Abbott." he nodded towards the girl.

Shoving Draco towards the Slytherin, she said, "Draco has something he desperately needs to confess to you."

She then gave Draco a Look that said, 'If you mess this up, I'm telling him myself,' and skipped off into the Great Hall, door swinging closed behind her.

Harry motioned his head towards an empty classroom conveniently located near the doors, "Come on."

Draco bobbed his head, and allowed himself to be led to the classroom.

When they arrived, and were situated at different ends of the room, he scraped his shoes on the floor, avoiding Harry's intent gaze.

"So," the Slytherin said, a sheepish smile gracing his features. "What did you need to tell me?"

Draco stuttered, "W-well..."

Taking a deep breath, and warding off all of his cowardly fears, he said, eyes shut, "IwaswonderingifyouwouldliketogotoHogsmeadewithme. .. nextweekend?!"

Harry blinked, running a hand through his hair, and then he smiled. "Oh, okay."

"I am really sorry if this freaks you out a-" Draco cut himself, looking up at Harry in wonderment. "W-wait, did you just say okay?"

Nodding his head, Harry took a deep breath. "I was planning on asking you out on Friday, but this is better."

Draco beamed enthusiastically, and walked up to Harry to pull him into a tight embrace. "Yay!"

He mentally thanked Hannah for pushing him to asking Harry out, as his hug was reciprocated, as were his feelings.