AN: this chapter have been doen for two days, but i wanted to update my stories together, which i now gave up on lol- Anyways i wrote the end of this chapter first, which i hope isnt obvious- enjoy! please review!

Weasley didn't stop at the glare. Under whole the study session, Draco could feel the hatred stream of the redhead. Not that Draco really blamed him. The Gryffindor had every right to hate him if he pleased. Draco just wouldn't go down without a fight. He sneered at the Weasel, making the know it all, squint her eyes at them.

Why did she even care. It was none of her business. Potter didn't seem to realize his best friends disapproval of Draco. It was one thing to sit holding hands with Potter, but another thing to be constantly glared at by his friends. Draco would take none of that bullshit.

"See something you like Weasel or are you just dreaming about dinner?" he raised an eyebrow at said redheaded male, Potter first now turning his attention to them.

The Weasel intensified his glare, not that it had any effect on Draco. Potter obvious tried to be the peacemaker, sending the Weasel some pretty intense looks, but none the less the dumbass opened his mouth.

"Fuck you Malfoy. You know why I'm staring."

Draco just chuckled, rolling his eyes. Potter squeezed his hand, making him look at said male.

"Potter I might accept that you oddly enough seem fond of me and be civil towards you, but your petweasel here is a whole other story."

Potter's face turned slightly red at his words, matching the redheads face, though Draco suspected the color was due to two different emotions. He snickered.

Then the know it all seemed to want to insert her own input as well, making Draco roll his eyes and wink at Potter, simply to annoy the Weasel he told himself.

"Boys. Please. Ron you know Harry have his reasons for being around Malfoy, you have to respect that and treat Malfoy civil."

The weasel seemed to want to interrupt her, but she simply held a hand up and turned to face Draco. "And you Malfoy. You need to stop trying to provoke Ron at every chance you have. We are trying okay?"

Draco rolled his eyes. "Noone asked you to try mud-" Potters face made him cringe and change his choice of word in the last second.

What he didn't do for the stupid Gryffindor these days. "Muggleborn idiot"

He huffed, standing up, looking down at her.

"Potter. I'm sick of your friends. You got your handholding for the day. I'm out of here before some of the Gryffindor starts tainting my robes." He dusted invisible dust off his sleeves, sending Potter one last look before he strode off.

Turning around a shelf, just to linger behind it, rolling his eyes as he heard the Weasels next outburst.

"Bloody hell Harry, why do you even spend time with that bastard."

Yeah, that was one thing both him and the Weasel were curious about. However unlikely that seemed.

Potter sounded tired and a little bit annoyed, when he replied. "You know why Ron. I like him. I don't need any other reason do i?"

Draco could almost hear the anger in Potter's voice at the end, making him snort.

The weasel didn't seem to give in though or sense that Potter did not want to discuss this.

"Harry, for god sake he's a snake and one of the worst at that!"

Draco rolled his eyes. Oh poor little weasel. A chair was pushed back, probably Potter rose from it.

"Ron I can do whatever I want. Sure, I'm the savior and all that, I will fulfill that prophet, but I'm still free to date whoever I want. Or do you have a prophet about that as well?"
Potter didn't stay behind to listen it seemed, if the sound of books being grabbed and stuffed into a bag was any indicator.

Said male soon enough rounded Draco's corner. Draco raising an eyebrow at his obvious state of anger. Potter didn't seem to care that Draco had been listening in on their conversation, he threw himself into Draco's arms, hugging the surprised Slytherin tightly.

"Draco-" Potter almost whimpered his name, acting rather pathetic if Draco was to be honest.

Draco sighed. "Yes, Potter?"

Potter seemed to take his time thinking about his next words, before he lifted his head to meet Draco's eyes. The green eyes were surrounded by puffy skin, angering Draco slightly. How dared Weasel upset Potter, when he, Draco, was the one who was meant to do just that.

"Can I stay with you for some time?" The Gryffindor honestly looked like a kicked puppy, which made him want to kick said male, but instead he shook his thoughts away.

"Potter, don't be dumb." Potter's face fell, he nodded and slowly pulled away from the hug.

Draco was really getting soft. He told himself he just wanted to hurt Potter and pretending to be his friend just to break him would do just that.

"You can stay with me." He muttered, smirking as Potter's eyes widened and the dark haired teen threw himself back into Draco's arms.

"Thank you" he whispered.

That was pretty much how Potter ended up in the Slytherin common room. Draco regretting his weak moment right away. Pansy was trying hard not to laugh at him and even Greg was sending him confused looks. That was when he wasn't busy snogging the life out of his Ravenclaw.

Potter seemed rather intrigued by the Slytherin's openly display of affection. Even Theo and Vincent didn't hold back on the affection. Draco snorted. Them holding hands in public was a rather big deal, considering how private Theo was.

If Draco was to be honest the best part about Potter in their midst was when Blaise came down from their dorm room, with Longbottom on his arm.

The two Gryffindor's eyes met and Longbottom seemed to realize just who Potter was there with. Which was pretty obvious considering Draco had let Potter rest his head on his shoulder. Potter seemed shocked that Longbottom and Blaise was even a thing. Longbottom mostly seemed embarrassed. His lumpy face turning bright red as he tried to hide behind Blaise. Draco had to admit he enjoyed this awkward meeting between Gryffindor's almost as much as he enjoyed Pansy's epic anger fits.

He snorted, when Potter finally spoke. "hi Neville."

Longbottom seemed to relax slightly at the still friendly tone in Potter's voice.

"Hi Harry." He mumbled, letting Blaise take his hand and pull him to stand beside him. Longbottom's eyes glued to his shoes.

"I didn't know you and Zabini were dating. Congrats." Potter said, seemingly casual.

Longbottom mumbled something unintelligent, before he spoke again.

"You and Malfoy too."

Here Draco felt the need to correct the fool, rolling his eyes.

"We're not dating."

He almost, almost, regretted saying that as soon as he spoke, Potter's face had had this shine to it, which dulled within a second as soon as Draco pointed the facts out.

Harry nodded. "But we will."

Draco shrugged. "whatever you say Potter."

He really doubted they would ever date, but why break the lads heart once again?

Draco found himself with an arm full of Gryffindor later in the afternoon. Potter didn't want to return to his own common room, not that Draco got why. Potter was all into those red house colors and idiotic Gryffindor humor.

None the less, Draco had found himself allowing Potter to stay with him. Since when had Puppy eyes worked on him? Honestly his newfound weakness for Potter pissed him off. Potter was going to die one day out of the blue, when the dark lord got hold of him and Draco getting closer to the git was not a good idea.

He found himself forgetting that excellent reason though, as Potter curled up in his arms, the other male's head pressed into Draco's chest. Potter was certainly a cuddler. Through out the evening Draco had found the other moving closer and closer. Draco was embarrassed to admit that Potter had somehow maneuvered his way into Draco's lap. And now the Gryffindor was in his bed.

What the hell was Draco even thinking. He had to push Potter out, tell the halfblood bastard he was to go suck on his thumb and cry about his broken heart to his mudblood and bloodtraitor friends and stop bothering Draco. Oddly enough he couldn't get himself to do that. Potter looked so… oddly calm in his arms.

Draco ran his fingers through Potters hair, earning a soft purr like sound from the black haired teen. He could feel his face heat up. Potter had certainly made similar purrs in one of Draco's many dreams.

When he woke up the following morning, he felt rather cold. He squinted his eyes, noticing the lack of Gryffindor. He should have been relieved that the idiot had finally taken the hint, but instead he felt an odd emptiness fill him up.

Potter wasn't the worst person to spend your day with. If it wasn't for the gits name and the thing she would have to do, Draco probably wouldn't be as hostile towards him as he was. He sighed and rolled onto his stomach. What had life even come to? He rubbed his cheeks. Half of the school would probably think they were dating even more now. That would be typically the know it all and the weasel. They'd have shared the library episode and fuck them for that.

Draco decided to be the man he was and face the school, who he by the look on most of their faces, assumed thought he and Potter had actually had sex. Who the hell had spread the news of them sleeping together. Draco glared at the ones around him, it was most likely them. Unless… He turned to look at the Gryffindor table, Potter sat there chatting animated with Seamus Finigann. Draco let his eyes move over the table, noticing the sour faces on two parts of the golden trio. The weaslette's face copied her brothers and the mudbloods. Those brats wasn't happy.

Just then his eyes met Potter's, said male rose from his seat. Draco could feel his face burning. Potter had without any hesitation walked directly over to the Slytherin table and sat down beside him. Draco had caught himself staring at the other male, who didn't seem affected by the sudden outbreak of mutters.

"Hi" Harry stated, sending Draco a soft smile.

Draco blinked at him, raising an eyebrow. "hi?"

Harry chuckled softly, rubbing the back of his neck.

"Do you want to go with me to Hogsmead next weekend?"

Draco just looked at Harry. What was the Gryffindor up to?