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"Why do you even care Potter?"
Harry didn't even take in those words; he was more than a little taken aback at the sight of the angry bruise on Malfoy's right temple, having missed his eye by mere millimeters. Harry couldn't think of a reason as to how it got there in the short space of time. It must really hurt the boy.
"Fuck." Harry said untactfully as he inwardly winced, not being able to take his eyes off it. "Looks like you've had a good right hook to your temple."
As soon as the words left his mouth, Harry's heartstrings unexpectedly tugged when Malfoy's expression turned distant then softening to hurt and the blonde looked away. This concerned Harry more than anything because it was extremely out of character for the blonde to show even the slightest bit of emotion, especially to the boy-who-lived himself. As soon as he blinked, he noticed the boy had hardened his face.
He knew one thing though; whatever had happened wasn't accidental. Perhaps Crabbe or Goyle had gotten fed up of Malfoy bossing them around?
Wait till Zabini sees that! Whoever did it will surely be getting the beating of their lives from Zabini, if they haven't already. Harry can't imagine Zabini putting up with anyone harming Malfoy.
"Be quiet, Potter." The boy said lifelessly, leaning his head against the palm of his uninjured left hand. "It's none of your business."
"Well no..." Harry wasn't discouraged, for some reason he really wanted to know. "Who did it? Goyle?"
"Goyle?" The blonde repeated absurdly. "No, it wasn't. It- it wasn't even a person." Malfoy suddenly looked annoyed at the stumble he had made. "Why are you even asking me this? It's none of your damn business. Your one of the the last people I would tell!"
"So it was a person." Harry said, ignoring Malfoy's predictable tirade and watched as the boy set his jaw.
"I bumped into the corner of a shelf. There. Does that answer satisfy you? Now, can we please get on with-"
"Yeah right. I can practically see the fist indent."
"Oh for Merlin's sake Potter, just drop it will you?" Malfoy blared, glaring daggers at Harry with those striking grey eyes of his. "Don't act like you give a damn so drop it!"
They both held each other's gaze for a few seconds till Harry nodded in defeat. He'd bring it up later. Maybe.
"Thank you." Malfoy said calmly. Harry was almost confused in the quick change in his mood. "Now, let's forget that happened and act like the civilised human beings we had agreed on being."
He followed the blonde's suit as the other boy reached into his bag to get his stuff. As he rummaged through his backpack he realised he hadn't brought a quill with him.
"Hey, you wouldn't happen to have a spare-"
"-Quill?" Malfoy cut him off and gave him a knowing look. The stoic blonde rolled his eyes as the raven-haired boy nodded and passed an expensive looking quill in Harry's direction. "You're so predictable, Potter." He added with a smirk.
Harry looked sheepish. Was he really that predictable?
A book was then nudged in his direction, 'Human Morphing Potions volume 1'. Harry flicked through the pages and had to squint at the tiny print embedded in the old-looking book. He then cast a questioning look in Malfoy's direction. The latter, exhaled in exasperation and dragged his eyes away from his book and at where Harry was seated opposite him.
"Turn to page 345, chapter 11, Polyjuice Potions. Read to page 350 and right down anything of importance down on a piece of parchment." He replied deadpanned. "Honestly Potter, must I do everything for you?"
"I never promised I was good at studying, Malfoy."
"Are you good at anything Potter?" Malfoy countered. "Besides quidditch and saving the wizarding world, that is?"
"So you admit that I'm good at quidditch? Better than you?" Harry said cheekily, winding the blonde up definitely had more appeal than studying.
"I never said you were better than me." Malfoy scoffed raising his chin slightly in Harry's direction and looking superiorly at the boy.
"But you've never actually beaten me in a match. Not once."
"Yes well, I call that dumb luck on your behalf."
"And I call that skill. Superior skill." Harry teased his smirk growing wider as he noticed Malfoy growing more and more defensive by the second. The boy raised an elegant eyebrow and stared intensely at Harry for what seemed like a decade to the latter, who found it extremely hard to tear his gaze away from the oddly mesmerising eyes of his attractive rival. The bruise surprisingly did nothing to decrease his appeal.
"Are you quite finished?" The blonde said unexpectedly, almost making Harry jump in surprise. He was just about to open his mouth to retort with something until the blonde raised his hand at him to silence him. "Save it. Use what little brain cells you have to concentrate on the work at hand." Despite the words, Malfoy's voice held little to no malice, which made Harry smile inwardly.
The two worked in silence for the next half an hour with Harry asking the blonde a few questions during the period of time. Malfoy's intelligence was slightly surprising and reminded him uncannily of Hermione. He'd always known the blonde was smart but hadn't realised just how smart he actually was. He was also pleased with the way Malfoy spoke to him without snark or malice present in his words; the blonde was actually tolerable for once. Well, they had called a truce after all... Still, it was nice to know he could act like a civilized human being. And keep his word. That too.
About another thirty minutes later, Madame Pince walked up to their table. At which point Harry's brain was beginning to fry at the amount of words and writing he had read and written in the last hour. He looked blearily up at the librarian as she cleared her throat.
"It's almost nine-thirty now gentlemen, you better start making your way back to your respective common rooms if you want to make it in time for curfew." She looked above her too-large circular glasses at the both of them before briskly making her way to clear up a near-by table, her robes and hair swaying behind her. That's when Harry noticed that they were one of the last students left in the library save for a pair of 4th year Hufflepuffs and a lone Ravenclaw.
Harry began dazedly pack his stuff into his bag, who knew studying could be so tiring.
"Trying to steal my quill Potter? It wasn't cheap you know."
The voice shocked Harry slightly out of his tired haze before looking questioningly at the boy.
"What?"
"My quill..." The blonde drawled his eyes drifting to Harry's bag. Harry followed his gaze before-
"Oh! Right, sorry- I err- It wasn't deliberate."
Malfoy let out a small chuckle before shaking his head at Harry. "Not to worry Potter, I understand how frazzled your brain must be from all that work. Am I correct?" He smirked at the boy knowingly.
"Umm, yeah." Harry chuckled nervously and ran a hand through his hair before reaching into his bag and passing back the quill into Malfoy's extended hand. The blonde carefully packed it away in his satchel before standing up and looking back at Harry.
"Well, I'm pleased to say this was a success and we have actually achieved to do work without being at each others throats too much. That's actually an achievement in itself, something I thought wasn't likely to happen considering it's us. Good work, Potter."
Harry rolled his eyes at patronising tone hidden in his voice.
"Don't roll your eyes at people Potter. Have you no manners?" He said with an endearing smirk on his face.
"I guess not." Harry shrugged. "But I guess that you don't either."
"You wound me Potter. You really go for the jugular don't you?" He commented dryly.
Harry couldn't help but laugh at that sarcastic comment. "Oh Malfoy, shut up will you. Sarcasm is the lowest form of wit, did you know?" He said smiling while he rose from his seat and threw his backpack over his shoulder.
"I'll have you know, people find me very witty." Malfoy said in his usual holier-than-though voice.
"I don't think Crabbe and Goyle's judgment count, Malfoy." Harry shook his head and gazed pointedly down at Malfoy. The boy must be a good five or six inches shorter than him, Harry thought triumphantly. He hadn't always been taller than Malfoy but now he was by a considerable amount.
"Potter, don't make me hex you." Malfoy said in a mock-warning tone.
Harry laughed slightly and the two made their way out of the library. As they reached the staircase, Malfoy turned to him.
"Same time on Sunday." It was a statement not a suggestion giving no room for disagreement.
"Okay." Harry nodded and the blonde offered him a neutral look before giving him a single nod then made his way down the staircase in the direction of the dungeons.
Harry stopped himself from watching the boy and made his way up the stairs to Gryffindor Tower.
Malfoy was right, it was miraculous that the two hadn't ended up at each other's throats but perhaps it was the fact that Malfoy had a massive bruise the size of a tennis ball covering the side of his face and partially his eye. A shelf! How thick did Malfoy think he was? Wait... never mind.
He was surprised how civilised the boy could be and Harry found his dry sense of humour quite endearing and entertaining at times. Harry wouldn't mind studying with him if he kept it up. He supposed he'd have to wait till Sunday to make a proper judgement.
"How did it go?" Hermione said as he walked through the common room, he could see she was searching for any signs of damage on his body. Didn't she know by now that physical fighting wasn't Malfoy's style?
"Surprisingly okay." Harry replied pleasantly as he approached her seated on the coach clad in her pyjamas.
"Oh?"
"Well, we studied. Without fighting." He sat next to her and leaned into the couch, propping his feet on the coffee table. "You should have seen his face though, he's got a nasty bruise on his right temple. Looks like he's taken a right beating."
"What? I don't remember seeing him with a bruise at supper, though?" Hermione questioned, her brown eyes turning interested with a hint of worry. Trust Hermione to show concern even towards someone who's called her a mudblood too many times to count.
"Who had a bruise at supper? How big?" The familiar voice of his best friend joined in, getting the tail end of the conversation as per usual.
Hermione rolled her eyes at him. "How surprising, Ronald Weasley eager to know about all the fights going on at school! Maybe if you showed half as much of that eagerness in your studies, you wouldn't be failing any!"
"Oh, come on 'Mione! Lighten up!" He placed his hand on her head from behind the couch and caressed her hair. Harry watched as a smile crept onto her face and as she reached out for the hand, holding it tightly. "So what are you talking about, Harry?" Ron asked.
"You know how I was studying with Malfoy tonight?"
"Aw yeah, how did that go? Did he cause you any trouble?"
"He came in with a big black eye!"
"Malfoy? Black eye? Hah! Did he get into a bust-up with Crabbe and Goyle or something?"
"No idea. I asked but obviously he wasn't going to tell me. He snapped at me when I mentioned it."
"I bet the git deserved it. He probably called someone a mudblood and they decked him one! Good on them! Someone needs to teach him a lesson." He sat down on the arm of the seat next to where Hermione sat.
"Ronald! How could you wish physical violence on anyone! Your just as bad as he is!" Hermione seethed, she had always been against any sort of violence. Even against Malfoy apparently.
"But Hermione! It's Malfoy!"
"Be that as it may, there are ways to sort out disagreements without resorting to violence. It's disgusting." She grimaced and moved slightly away from Ron before turning her brown eyes back to Harry. "You were saying?"
"Umm..." What had he been saying? "Yeah he didn't hint to me how he had done it. He only lied saying he bumped into like the corner of a shelf or something. If you'd have seen the shape of the bruise you'd have known it wasn't from that."
Hermione nodded. "Well, Ron's probably right, he surely said something to the wrong person and they had hit out at him."
"Maybe." It did make sense, Harry thought to himself. "He wasn't his usual snarky self though, thank god."
"He wasn't?" Ron questioned ludicrously. "Find that hard to believe,"
"Well... He was his usual snarky self I suppose... just not in an overly git-ish way towards me. He was actually quite tolerable."
"Malfoy and tolerable?" Ron made a face at him.
"I know!" Harry grinned at Ron. "He was alright."
"Did you get a lot of work done?" Trust Hermione to ask that, Harry should have been expecting it.
"Yeah actually. He's actually quite intelligent." Harry said thoughtfully and laughed as Ron grimaced comically.
"I know that. He and I have been competing since first year for the best marks in the year!" Hermione said as if he were some kind of alien for not knowing that.
"Oh."
There was silence. Harry thought it a good time to bid goodnight to his friends.
"I'm going to turn in, I'm shattered." He got up and picked up his backpack.
"Good night, Harry"
"'Night, mate."
As Harry made his way to the library on Sunday evening, he noticed the blonde was standing outside the library for him. He was leaning in a bored fashion against the wall lost in thought, a sullen look imprinted on his face. Harry wondered what brought this mood on. He was also surprised to see that the bruise was still there. Why hadn't he just gone to Madame Pomphrey? Surely he knew she'd be able to heal it in a heartbeat?
Malfoy lifted his gaze from the floor as he heard Harry's footsteps walking towards him and nodded at him in greeting. Harry nodded back at him.
"Ready to study, Potter?" He drawled, yet his voice left traces of melancholy etched in his words.
Harry shrugged nonchalantly before answering. "I guess."
The two made their way to the empty table they had studied at on Friday and sat in the same places too, Harry noticed. He watched as the blonde took out his supplies and began reading the textbook without so much as another glance towards Harry. This miserable behaviour was already starting to annoy Harry.
"What's wrong, Malfoy?" he started, not bothering to hide the irritation in his voice.
"Nothing, Potter. Why would you think something was wrong?" He schooled his features stoically.
"Besides the fact your acting like a kicked puppy?"
Malfoy stared at him before scowling. "Are you calling me a dog?"
Harry felt liking slapping himself upside the head. Or slapping Malfoy (but that would seem a little too girlish). Trust Malfoy to get defensive and read into his words.
"No. It's called an expression Malfoy."
"Well it's the dumbest expression I've ever heard." Malfoy said snootily before looking back down at his work and picking up his quill. Harry was still fascinated by the fact Malfoy was left-handed and he had no idea why. It was funny to watch. Did it mean he did everything backwards to Harry? "I don't know why you're staring at me, Potter, but would you please refrain from doing so?" The blonde muttered without taking his eyes off is work, quill in his hand still scratching notes on a piece of parchment. Harry was glad Malfoy wasn't looking otherwise he would have seen him blush at getting caught staring.
"Malfoy, why haven't you got that black eye healed yet?" Harry said before stopping himself.
Malfoy's slender wrist stopped writing notes but his gaze still never left the parchment. "Not that I need to explain myself to you but it's said to be more beneficial if it's left to heal naturally."
"More beneficial?" Harry was confused. "Where did you hear that rubbish?"
"Potter, will you please be quiet and carry on with your work-"
"No, why won't you get it healed?" He interrogated defiantly. Harry really wanted to know why Malfoy was being so secretive about everything and why he was blatantly lying. If he was going to lie he should at least make it sound as if he himself had believed what he was saying.
Malfoy finally lifted his gaze from his parchment and looked intensely into Harry's own green eyes.
"What's your problem Potter? We're here to study not to listen to me tell you about my life story. For the love of all things holy, shut. The fuck. Up."
Harry reared slightly back at his words and the vehement emotion behind it. Heck he even swore. As far as Harry knew, he wasn't one to swear. At least, he hadn't heard him swear before.
"...Sorry." Harry said before grabbing his own quill (he remembered it this time) and beginning to write a few notes from a textbook.
"What?" A delayed answer came about thirty seconds later. The voice held a considerable amount of shock and suspicion.
"Um... I said I was sorry. You're right, it's none of my business." Harry repeated evenly.
Silence descended upon both boys, but Harry was conscious of the fact that Malfoy wasn't writing anything and was staring blankly at a page in the overly large potions textbook. He heard the boy exhale gloomily and Harry couldn't stop himself from looking up at Malfoy's downcast eyes glued to one place in the page. The boy obviously had a lot on his mind and the bags under his eyes proved that he was also loosing sleep over it too. That's when he made up his mind.
"Malfoy, go to bed. You're clearly tired."
Harry had never seen Malfoy display so much shock in all the years he had known the usual emiotionless boy.
"But what about the-" Malfoy started as soon as he got over his state of shock.
"Don't worry, I'll stay here and carry on writing notes so we don't fall behind. Just go. We'll meet up again on Tuesday." Harry assured the skeptical boy.
The blonde looked at Harry as if he was trying to suss out whether he was telling the truth or had a hidden motive. The boy nodded at Harry once he was satisfied that what he was saying was genuine before he began clearing his stuff away.
"Thanks, Potter." The blonde said and offered Harry a small smile in gratitude. Harry's heart pumped at the sheer sight and authenticity of the smile. The blonde had never directed a real smile towards him before. He'd never been given a reason too either considering their past relationship (or lack of). Harry had a feeling things were beginning to change between them for the better. It would certainly be nice to have the petty animosity between them banished for good. Harry didn't need any more enemies if he could help it and being in Malfoy's good books would definitely remove a huge thorn from Harry's side. It would take time to get there surely, but he was prepared to try.
Harry answered the blonde with a genuine smile of his own. "Just don't let it happen again." He mocked and hoped Malfoy would catch on that he was joking. Malfoy laughed slightly -a unique, slightly melodic sound-, which confirmed that he had caught on.
"Don't worry Professor Potter, I'll be back to work in no time." The blonde jeered and rolled his eyes before walking away from the table.
Harry felt no qualms against watching the blonde walk away this time.
Is it natural to have hair that blonde? It must be natural, Harry doubted he would 'lower' himself to actually doing something as common and muggle as dying his hair. Besides, his eyebrows and eyelashes are blonde and he hasn't a single hair on his face. In fact it doesn't look like he's ever had a single hair on his face. Not like Harry, who has to shave every two days to keep on top of it. His skin was so enviably blemish-free too. He bet girls would kill for such smooth skin. The colour was simply unique too not to mention. Somewhere between ivory and porcelain, so very striking.
And those eyes.
Those almond-shaped eyes that were so uncharacteristically large for a boy. Not freakishly large, but endearingly large that were a fascinating shade of grey. Over all, based on his looks he was rather a demure, innocent looking boy. Harry knew differently though. Harry knew the boy was a devious, cunning little devil deep down who took pleasure in making other people's lives a misery. What a deceiving contrast.
"...I suppose it makes sense really, I guess we could use this method instead of the-" Malfoy stopped talking and looked directly at Harry, causing the raven-haired boy to snap out of his reverie. "You weren't listening to a word I was saying were you?" Harry knew the blonde was dying to scowl at him but was obviously trying his best to contain himself. After all, they'd been getting along sort of since Friday and Sunday (well it was an improvement at least!). After today, they had only a studying session on Friday left till they were cut down to a weekly basis. Harry had mixed feelings about that. He was torn between being relieved about the concept of not doing such heavy work so often and disappointment between not seeing Malfoy as frequently. He'd only just got used to the blonde and was beginning to learn that there was a decent person hidden within Malfoy. He feared after this that the boy would return to his arsehole ways.
"Umm.." Harry started pathetically. "Of course I was!"
"You don't say?" Malfoy said plainly, his expression scrutinizing. "Okay, repeat what I have just said."
"Err... it was about the polyjuice potion and..." Harry could feel his face heat up under Malfoy's penetrative eyes. It was useless; the boy knew he hadn't been listening.
"Save it, Potter." And he held up a dismissive hand before a suspicious smile grew on his face. "Lucky for you have the patience of a saint and I'm willing to repeat everything-"
Harry scoffed. "Yes Saint Malfoy and your otherworldly powers of patience. Oh, I do hope it rubs off on me."
"Don't make me throw this book on your head." Malfoy said failing to keep the smile from his lips as he struggled to hold the frightfully heavy looking potions textbook in his now healed right hand. "I can assure you it won't be pretty."
"I'll have you know I'm not afraid of you or that book, Malfoy."
"Is that so?"
"It is... so." Harry concluded lamely.
"I must say, I do envy your talented skills at being articulate." His voice laced with unrestrained sarcasm. Harry noticed his fingers beginning to unconsciously fiddle with the black quill in his hand.
"My err- what?"
"I rest my case. Just know that your skills at being articulate leave much room to be desired. Ask Granger what it means." The blonde mocked playfully, looking haughtily at Harry.
"Okay..." The raven-haired boy dragged out.
Harry's eyes locked with Malfoy's grey ones and he stared into them for longer than what would be deemed normal. The other boy's expression was cool yet hinted a softness that was unfamiliar to him. Harry's heart unexpectedly jolted as he saw Malfoy smile a small genuine smile at him. He couldn't stop himself from mirroring a similar smile at the boy.
"I think that's enough work for tonight, what do you think, Potter?"
"Hell yeah!" Harry said enthusiastically. "I've never studied so hard in my life. Probably not even with Hermione." Harry grinned at the blonde, his throat tightening.
"And why doesn't that surprise me?" Malfoy rolled his eyes but the effect was lost with the presence of that smile on his face.
"Whatever, sorry that I'm not some nerd who's only life is to study all day long."
"Are you implying something, Potter?" The blonde raised an eyebrow at him.
"Probably." Harry was trying his very best to keep a straight face.
"Do you wish to be hexed?"
"... Probably not."
"Then I advise you keep that mouth of yours shut."
"Is that a threat Malfoy?"
"Yes, actually, it is." He replied truthfully and Harry couldn't help but laugh in response that set Malfoy off into small peals of laughter. Suddenly Malfoy's laughter had dramatically come to a stop, his expression dramatically hardening and his gaze settling just above Harry's right shoulder. He had a look that seemed torn between fear and annoyance on his face. Harry gave in to the temptation and turned his head to see what had caught the blonde's attention. There, about twenty feet away, was Zabini leaning against a bookshelf. His eyes looked from Malfoy then back to Harry.
Harry was taken aback when the volatile teen had gifted him with a look of pure and utter loathing towards him. The look was so passionate he didn't think that anyone had looked at him with so much obvious, unsuppressed hatred in his life. Not Malfoy, not the Dursley's heck probably not even Voldemort himself. Harry held his gaze because of all people to be afraid of, he was not afraid of Zabini. The guy looked dangerous as if he really was about to hex someone (probably Harry) into an oblivion. Or Avada Kedavra them.
Zabini then looked in disgust at Malfoy before dragging his body from the bookshelf and violently pushing his way through the students, even knocking one of them over, and out of the library, ignoring Madame Pince's angry 'Mr. Zabini!'.
What the fuck.
Harry turned back to Malfoy and saw that he was several degrees paler than normal, which was quite a feat for the already pale teen.
"What the fuck is his problem? Did you see that look he gave me? If looks could kill..." Harry said angrily to Malfoy, whose gaze still hadn't left the spot Zabini had previously been standing.
Malfoy shook his head before looking at Harry and picking up his bag. "I've got to go. I'll see you on Friday."
The boy was gone before Harry could get a word in, following the same direction that Zabini went in.
Oh Blaise! Draco is too good for you and you know it :/. Draco; just kiss Harry already, we're all waiting for it!
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