Harry was not happy. He was bombarded with questions about his and Draco's relationship, having walked out holding hands, like Draco insisted. Draco answered the questions happily while Harry sulked. He hated the press.
"Smile, you nitwit" Draco whispered to him and he complied, smiling pleasantly and wrapping his arm around Draco's shoulders.
"Yes, we're together, now if you don't mind we should be going now" he said, pulling Draco with him towards the castle. He didn't know what went over him.
"Great, that should be convincing" Draco muttered sarcastically and Harry turned to glare at him.
"I hate the media. They care too much for what I do. They should just mind their own business" he hissed. Draco's gaze softened.
"I'm sorry. Honestly I don't know why you don't like it, I myself enjoy the attention, but I guess not everyone likes the spotlight" he said. Harry calmed, gazing at him, after a while chuckling suddenly and startling Draco.
"Of course. Well, you do seem to thrive from any sort of attention, so I guess I'll give you that. But I do hate Rita Skeeter. Stupid beetle" Harry said and Draco smirked.
A/N: Thank you to Willyy for helping me with this chapter and the last :)