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Written for Rock Em Sock Em Robots, on HPFC.

Word Count - 540

Why Am I Still Friends With You?

"Please stop getting curses placed on you. This is getting ridiculous," Theo muttered, healing Draco carefully.

"You say that like I ask for them," Draco replied, wincing. "Thanks."

Theo nodded, sitting back in his seat. "You really should speak to one of the professors about this. It's the third time this month and we're not even halfway through the month yet."

Draco shrugged. "What can they do about it? It's not like they're around me every second of the day and you know that people are out for blood at the moment."

"Can Potter not do anything?"

"He, uh. I haven't told him about it."

"Why the hell not?" Theo asked, scowling. "It's his fault this is even happening!"

"It's really not," Draco denied. "He wanted to keep it under wraps until the end of the year, but… I demanded he prove he wasn't ashamed of me."

Theo closed his eyes. "Of course you did. You need to tell him, Dray. Maybe he can speak to some of them, make them see reason."

Draco snorted. "If you think I want him near any of those harpies, you can think again. Who knows what they'd do to him!"

"Harry can handle himself, Draco," Theo said tiredly. "And he really does need to know about this. If you don't tell him, I will."

"Why am I still friends with you?"

…

Harry ran a hand through his dark hair and sighed. "I hate to say I told you so but—"

"You love to say I told you so," Draco replied, rolling his eyes. "And yes, I know, you were right. I just… after everything, do you blame me for wondering?"

Softening, Harry tugged him close. "I don't blame you, I just… I guess I wish you'd had a little bit more faith in me; if only so this wasn't happening now. I'll… I'll send a statement to the Prophet, asking people to lay off, okay?"

Draco nodded and buried his face against Harry's neck. "I'm sorry," he whispered. "I should have trusted you more."

"It's done," Harry replied, caressing the skin at Draco's hip. "We'll fix it."

…

Draco couldn't really find it in himself to complain about Harry's way of fixing things. He did as he'd said and sent off a statement to the Prophet, but he also took to walking Draco everywhere he needed to go in the castle.

He even sat in the stands and did his homework while Draco trained the Slytherin Quidditch team. As eighth years, they weren't allowed to play, but that didn't stop Draco from spending as much time in the air as he could.

After the statement, the attacks did lessen. Draco was used to be glared at, so the looks aimed his way didn't bother him and things got better.

"You're not even sorry, are you?" Theo asked him, smirking. Harry had just walked him to his History of Magic class, leaving him at the good with a gentle kiss.

Draco smiled. "I'm really not."

"Of course you're not. Next you'll be telling me this was your plan all along."

When Draco's smile turned sly, and a pink blush dusted his cheeks, Theo shook his head. "Why am I still friends with you?"