Harry fidgeted in his seat. He loved his friends but the concerned and pitying looks on his friends' faces was starting to drive him crazy. He knew they were worried about him after everything that happened the previous year and with Cedric, but he didn't want any more sympathy.
His eyes fixed on the Slytherin table; they wouldn't throw concerned looks at him. They might throw curses at him instead, but that was something he could counter. In fact, he wouldn't mind a fight to be honest.
He jumped up from the Gryffindor table, "You guys stay here. I'll see you after lunch," he called to Ron and Hermione.
Then, he made a beeline to the Slytherin table, plopping down into an open spot next to Draco Malfoy. He grabbed a plate and started filling it with food.
"Uh Potter? What the fuck are you doing?" Draco asked.
"I'm eating," Harry replied with his mouth full.
"Obviously," drawled Blaise Zabini, "but I believe my housemate meant, why are you eating here?"
Harry paused, in hindsight, he couldn't fight the entire table. Oh well, he'd just have to use a new strategy. "I've decided we should be friends."
Pansy Parkinson raised a delicate eyebrow, "And what if we don't want to be friends with you?"
Harry gave her a charming smile, "Then I'll win you over with my incredible charisma! Plus, I'm the boy-who-lived why wouldn't you want to be friends with me?"
Harry could of sworn he heard someone mutter 'cocky prat' but he couldn't be sure because Theodore Nott suddenly started coughing very loudly.
"And what gave you this idea in the first place?" Draco gritted.
"Well, I'm just taking you up om your offer from first year," Harry said casually, "You're not going back on your word, are you Draco?"
Draco stiffened. "Of course not, but I didn't give you permission to call me by my first name," Draco said stiffly.
"Well, if we're going to be friends shouldn't we call each other by our first names?" Harry reasoned.
"He makes a good point, Draco," Theodore Nott said from across the table. Harry flashed a grin at the other boy, he didn't realize that the Slytherins could be fun.
Daphne Greengrass sniffed daintily, "I wouldn't mind becoming friends with the boy-who-lived, what about you Pansy?"
Pansy clasped her hands together, "Yes, I think it would be a splendid opportunity!"
Harry wondered if it was too late to back out, as the two girls were looking at him like he was a snack they were going to eat. Hopefully they would go for his head first so it would be a quick death.
Blaise hummed, "It will certainly be interesting to eat lunch every day with the infamous golden boy."
Draco sighed, "You can't be serious."
Theodore gave Harry a sharp grin, "And what will we get out of being friends with you?"
Harry pretended to think hard, "Well…your reputation is rather important to you isn't it? Any friend of mine will have an instant reputation boost." Harry admittedly didn't know much about Slytherins, but one of the only things he did know was that they are prideful and care greatly about appearances.
"More important than that," Pansy interjected, "What will you get out of being friends with us?"
Harry imitated Dumbledore's voice, "Ah young Harry is so kind and unbiased that he is even willing to try and befriend the Slytherins who have bullied him since his first year."
"I don't think you of all people need a reputation boost though," Blaise mused. Harry grinned, he wasn't sure if they would understand his meaning, but he supposes he underestimated them.
"Not on my side, but I'm sure there are many on yours that think I'm a stuck-up prat who thinks he's better than them," Harry answered seriously. He didn't come here to make friends, but he was having a surprisingly fun time teasing Draco, and there would be benefits to being friends with them. Voldemort is back, if someone does intervene then these Slytherins are going to be the next generation of Death Eater.
"Well, I'm willing to give you a test run," Daphne said.
"I second that!" Pansy said quickly. The two girls exchanged small smirks.
"Third," Theodore added.
"Fourth," Blaise said lazily.
Harry looked over at Draco who was gradually turning red and was repeatedly clenching and unclenching his fist. "And what do you say Draco?"
The blond boy sighed and rubbed his forehead.
"Fine, we can do a test run," he muttered reluctantly.
Harry slung an arm around Draco's shoulders and whooped, "This is going to be fun!"
AN: So, I've had this idea for a story for a while, but I don't have the time to write and plan a full story. So, I decided I'd make it a drabble series. I have a list of dialogue prompts that I'm going to use for each chapter. All of the characters are slightly OOC but this series is going to be half crack and half serious so it's okay.
Anyways, I hope you all enjoyed the first chapter! Let me know what you think.