The slytherin Password
By RavenclawKitti
(Draco perspective)
Slytherins were almost as annoying as Gryffindors. They at least had eyes though. It didn't take long for them to discover Draco's crush on a certain Scar-headed-git. And they would never cease to make jokes about it. Draco was glad they didn't tell Potter though, and even if they did, Potter would never believe it. The slytherins suspicions were confirmed when Draco mumbled in his sleep about Potter during a wet dream.
"Guess what?" Blaise called to everyone in the slytherin common room one horrible day "I'm going to convince the portrait to change the password to 'Draco X Potter for eva'."
Draco groaned. He just wished everyone would shut the bloody hell up about Draco's infatuation with Potter. He couldn't help that the oblivious git was so attractive. With his green eyes that were covered up by those disgusting glasses, and his messy hair that was so hot... Draco shook his head widly. He was not going to think about Potter at this moment. He had an even bigger crisis at hand. Making sure the slytherins didn't tell everyone about how he fancied Harry Bloody Potter.
"I absolutely hate you." Draco hissed at Blaise.
"Hey, at least we all agreed not to tell Potter. That would be horrible!
Truly horrible indeed. Weeks passed and Blaise changed the password again.
"What's the new password?" Draco asked a laughing Theodore Nott.
"Harry Potter has the prettiest eyes." Nott answered, smirking.
Draco glared at him. He went on with his day.
(Harry perspective)
Harry wasn't sure wether he loathed Malfoy or wanted to snog him silly. It was probably a mixture of both. That didn't make it any better, though. The pointy git was insulting him, because of some twisted logic, Harry was responsible for the fact he was late to potions.
"It's not my fault you take hours on your hair just to make you appear bald." Harry spat.
"At least I try to make it look nice. And I wasn't referring to that, if you weren't such an insufferable prat I wouldn't be stuck here trying to understand what goes on in your thick brain." Malfoy retorted.
They continued arguing even as they opened the door to the potions classroom.
"You're late." Snape drawled.
Harry opened his mouth to speak but Malfoy cut him off.
"He made me late, Professor. He was being thickheaded. I don't think I should apologize because he's hardly my responsibility." Malfoy drawled.
Harry glared at him. He absolutely hated Malfoy.
"Ten points from Gryffindor. And I do apologize, Draco, but you'll be forced to work with this thickheaded idiot, because no one else is here. You'll be making veritaserum." Snape drawled, Harry and Malfoy huffed in unison.
Malfoy ordered Harry around the whole time, while he made the potion, Harry was chopping ingredients. At least Harry got to admire Malfoy's precision. Oh, he seemed so focused on the potion, every single thing he did was graceful. There was nothing to describe Malfoy except for perfect.
"Potter, hand me the shredded boomslang skin." Malfoy interrupted Harry's thoughts.
a perfect git, Harry thought as he handed Malfoy the ingredient.
(Draco perspective)
"Password?" The portrait asked.
Draco sighed. He really hated the other slytherins sometimes.
"Harry Potter has the prettiest eyes," Draco huffed.
"True," the portrait chuckled as it swung open.
"I hate you guys." Draco announced.
"Love you too," Pansy called back.
"So, you were late to potions today… anything interesting happen with Potter?" Blaise asked, waggling his eyebrows.
"Sadly, no." All the rest of the slytherins gave sounds of discontent "I yelled at him for taking the quidditch pitch… he still doesn't know how slytherins flirt, does he?"
"He's a Gryffindor, of course he's oblivious." A 7th year slytherin announced.
Everyone else seemed to agree. Bloody Gryffindors. Draco lugged himself to sleep, hoping against hope that Potter will finally notice him. Weeks later they changed the password to "Draco Malfoy loves Harry Potter with all his heart."
"Why are all the Slytherins looking at me?" Harry asked Ron and Hermione one morning during breakfast "they're laughing too."
"Stop being paranoid, mate. It's just Slytherins being Slytherins. Probably another one of their jokes." Ron assured him.
This whole morning the Slytherin table just couldn't stop laughing at him. Some of them would stare for a few moments, whisper something in their neighbors ear, and burst into laughter. The only one he hadn't seen laughing was Draco Malfoy. Which completely shocked him. Malfoy seemed annoyed even at their laughter. Halfway through breakfast, Malfoy got up and left. The rest of them seemed sad at his departure, but then continued laughing.
"I'm so confused…" Harry muttered.
"Well, they could be planning something. Probably has to do with Malfoy-" Hermione started "oh, I know! Harry go find Malfoy, ask him what's going on."
"Wait, you know what's happening? Tell me!" Harry demanded.
"Well, I'm not really sure if Malfoy would be too happy with me if I told you. Just, ask him yourself. Tell me how it goes." Hermione explained as she pushed Harry out of his seat.
Harry landed on his bum, he got up and started looking for Malfoy. He was going to get the Marauder's map, but he decided it would be quicker to look. He checked the library, and didn't find Malfoy. So he went outside. He saw Malfoy on his broom, chasing a snitch. Well, it was fun competing with Malfoy. Especially since he fancied him.
"Accio firebolt," Harry chanted, and his broom zipped to him. He mounted it and began chasing the snitch.
It was brilliant. The feeling of flying just made Harry feel freer than he ever had before. He felt amazing. He caught up to Malfoy, with a wide grin on his face.
"I bet you I can catch the snitch first, git." Harry chided playfully, as he felt a rush of speed causing him to zip past Malfoy.
Draco was sore by the end of the seeker game. But he felt so alive, even though he had lost. Potter looked so infuriatingly hot chasing the snitch. He sighed, and went to the dungeons.
"Password?" The portrait asked.
"Draco Malf-" Draco began but was cut off by someone tapping his shoulder.
"Bloody hell, Potter!" He jumped, taken aback when he saw Potter staring at him expectantly.
"What are you doing here?" Potter asked suspiciously.
"I bloody live here, I was going into my common room. Now leave, I don't want you knowing slytherins password so you can hex everyone. Not that you'd be able to." Draco hissed.
"I can already tell your password is probably something along the lines of 'Draco Malfoy is the best and Potter sucks'" potter pointed out.
"Oh, so you're admitting my superiority over you?" Draco asked, feigning glee.
"No. I'm just saying it's so like you!" Potter retorted.
"Draco Malfoy, are you going to give me a password or what?" The portrait interrupted and Draco gave it a look that said 'not just yet' "I'm fine with letting your Gryffindor boyfriend in… just hurry up with it!"
"Very funny…" Draco muttered sarcastically "leave, scarhead."
Potter was bright red, but after a few seconds left. Draco was going to kill Blaise Zabini for starting this.
"Draco Malfoy loves Harry Potter with all his heart." Draco muttered after the portrait asked for the password again.
As soon as he got in the slytherin common room, he tackled Blaise. The boy just laughed and threw him off.
"Draco, what have you been reduced to? Muggle fighting?" Blaise chuckled.
"MY FATHER WILL HEAR ABOUT THIS!" He shouted and ran up to his room to write the letter.
Father,
Do you think i'd be able to get away with murdering Zabini? He keeps on changing to password to things like "Draco X Potter 4evA!"! Just because I hate him everyone assumes I fancy Potter! There is nothing wrong with saying every single little thing Potter does to infuriate me!
Sincerly,
Your very gay STRAIGHT son!
He went up to the Owlry and sent the letter. He hoped his father would rain terror on the Zabini family.
"I WILL MURDER YOU! ALL OF YOU, JUST… NO!" Draco yelled.
"Oh you have a problem with our new password? 'I wish Potter would blow me.'?" Pansy asked.
"Of course I do! What if he happens to pass by me, and thinks I'm serious?" Draco asked.
"That's the brilliance of it! He'd finally blow you! Or he'd be very concerned, either way I'm happy." Pansy squealed and the rest of the Slytherins nodded.
Harry wanted to ask Malfoy to have another 1 on 1 seeker game, so he came round the corner to the slytherin portrait to see Malfoy muttering something.
"What was that? Say it a bit louder!" The portrait laughed.
Malfoy sighed dramatically then said loudly "I wish Potter would blow me!"
Harry had to hold back a squeal of delight. He held it back, thought up something to say and cleared his throat. Malfoy turned round, with wide eyes, and opened his mouth as if to explain.
"I hope you take me on at least a couple of dates before we get to that bit, Malfoy," Harry said.
Malfoy grinned broadly.
"Well, what about next hogsmeade weekend?" Malfoy asked.
Harry nodded, and smiled at him. This was the best turn of events. Malfoy seemed to forget the fact that the portrait had been hanging open for minutes now. Harry plucked up all his Gryffindor bravery, and walked over to Malfoy. He kissed him.
"Of course. How about we have a seeker game tomorrow together, I can't possibly wait that long." Harry said, smiling.
Malfoy leaned into him, and pressed their lips together as if to say yes. Harry kissed back, and wrapped an arm around Malfoy's shoulders.