I'm posting everyday because, why not? I have written loads for this story because my new passion is writing fanfiction for two men who don't exist. Cool beans, let's go.
Neville and Draco made their way to the great hall, but not together. Draco was slightly behind, but moving at a slight brisk pace until he ran into a boy and saw those green eyes.
"I'm so sorry, I wasn't looking where I was going," Harry stammered.
"Potter?" Draco asked, and Harry met his eyes.
"Malfoy?" The cool grey was familiar. It was a new feeling to see this boy in front of him after all those years apart.
"What are you doing here?" Malfoy asked in a hushed tone.
"I could ask you the same thing," Harry retorted.
"I'm a teacher!" Draco kept his voice hushed, but he was starting to get frustrated with his rival and crush from school.
"So am I, Defence Against the Dark Arts." Harry let himself grin.
"Potions." Draco was concerned as to how he was going to work near this boy when, from the evidence of his years at Hogwarts, his flirting skills were subpar.
"I know you hate that I'm here, but, truce?" Hand stuck out his hand for Draco to shake. Draco wanted so much more than a truce, but he wasn't going to get that much.
"Truce," Draco replied, shaking the boys hand.
Draco found himself sitting next to Potter in the great hall and he couldn't help but feel a tinge of happiness. He also felt annoyance as almost every single eye in the great hall was on "The Boy Who Lived." Having a celebrity be a teacher is not always a great idea, but Draco appreciated it in this case.
"How's life been treating you?" Draco attempted at making small talk with the green-eyed boy. However, Potter did not hear him and Draco's attempt fell flat. He was trying to shove all of his feelings away because no, he did not love Harry Potter. That is certainly not the case and any who believe it to be so are quite daft.
The feast went on. The woman who sat next to Draco to him throughout the meal. He learned her name was Penelope and she would be teaching Divination. Draco found her stories interesting, but all he wanted to do was talk to Potter.
"It's weird having Harry Potter here, isn't it?" She asked. She must have noticed Draco constant glances to the boy sitting next to him.
"I guess so," Draco looked over at him again, chatting away with Neville Longbottom.
"Do you know him?" She smiled at Draco. He guessed it was now his turn to take part in the conversation.
"We met at Diagon Alley," Draco replied. "We were first years."
"You've known him since you were first years?!" She exclaimed. Draco laughed slightly.
"Yeah, granted we didn't always get along." Draco kept his polite tone. Penelope seemed quite starstruck with the "Chosen One."
"It sounds like a grand time," she sighed. "I barely ever saw him in the hallway." Draco sighed. Potter never really talked to him. It was Draco who talked and kept up the act. In truth, he was just horrid at flirting.
"Potter?" Draco asked as they walked back to their quarters.
"Yeah?" He had caught Harry's attention.
"Are you still with the Weasley?" Draco could not be being more obvious, but he hardly cared. He had to know.
"Ginny? No, we broke up ages ago. She understood really," Harry replied. Draco was confused, but when is he not.
"She understood?" Draco asked He couldn't help but be slightly confused.
"That I'd rather date blokes." Harry walked forward and left a gobsmacked Draco Malfoy behind. Harry Potter… liked blokes? Guys? Men? Harry James Potter would consider dating him? Draco had some thinking to do.
"You two seem to be getting along just fine," Penelope noted to the blond.
"Yeah, I'm sorry, I'm really tired." Draco stalked off and entered his room completely and utterly shocked. It was a pleasant shock, but it was a shock.
Harry Potter.
Draco was so… happy and confused and ready to put his subpar flirting to work.
Sorry this one was short. Penelope is an OC, I made her up. I don't really do OC's because I prefer characters that are already in the universe, but I just made one. Oops. Please review my dudes, it helps me know that people who are reading actually like what they are reading.
- Love and Peaches, Jay Rose
