Greater Inheritance
Chapter 7 – Filler with a Whiff of Fluff
Lunch was normal, like any other school lunch time, except this time Harry was sitting on the other side of the room and was instead watching the Gryffindors. As at breakfast, Ron was still glaring across the Great Hall.
Draco nudged Harry out of his stupor. "Oi. Don't worry about the Weasel. What have we got next?"
"Transfiguration." Harry said quietly. It wasn't Ron and the Gryffindors he was thinking about, but the end of their sparring match. He'd felt fear in his stomach when the blade had cut through Draco's shirt and through to the pale, creamy skin beneath. He'd felt fear about Draco's welfare. He was trying to figure out what it all meant.
...Hero complex: Draco was bleeding, hurt.... ,,,No. I was more terrified then than when I saw Ginny on death row in second year,,, ...You physically, directly hurt someone.... ,,,Like I haven't punched him before,,, ...Something's changed. You see him differently... ,,,As a friend seeing as Ron's being a dickhead,,, ...Is that all?.... ,,,I don't know. I don't bloody know,,, Harry sighed and Draco looked at him again.
"You alright Harry?" Draco placed a hand on his shoulder, making Harry turn and look into the stormy grey eyes.
...Definitely changed... Harry felt as if something was clawing around in his stomach.
"Yeah, I'm fine Drake." Harry tore his eyes away from the probing grey eyes and back to his barely- eaten sandwich.
"You'd better eat up then, you've been staring at it a while. And class starts in a few minutes." Draco squeezed his shoulder and finished the last bite of his own sandwich.
The monster in his stomach squirmed more and Harry screwed up his face and pushed the plate away from him. Picking up his bag from under his seat he swung his legs around over the bench and began his trek to transfiguration.
Draco noticed Harry push the plate away and stand. He took another half a sandwich and quickly grabbed his own bag and quickly strode after Harry.
"What are you thinking?" Draco asked as he caught up and walked next to Harry, chewing his sandwich as he waited for an answer.
Harry shook his head as he sighed, having no idea how to verbalise what he felt at the moment. Especially about the wizard walking beside him.
"Later Draco. I haven't got so far as to be able to verbalise it." Harry tried to be reassuring, but only made Draco worry more.
Suddenly a large black owl swooped through the corridor and landed on the Blonde Slytherin's arm. In its beak was a black silk bag, tied with a black cord, whilst on its leg a letter was attached.
Draco quickly took the letter and read through it. Just as quickly he refolded the letter and put it in his pocket, whilst ordering the owl to take 'it' to his room. Harry looked at him about to ask what that was all about, but Draco answered for him.
"You'll see later." Draco put on a smirk/grin.
They arrived ten minutes early for the lesson with Professor McGonagall. Harry took a seat near the middle of the room and Draco sat beside him, each lost in his own thoughts. Moments later, said professor entered the room, quickly making her way up to the front of the room, dropping some books and parchment on the desk. It was only when she'd sat behind her desk and begun going through everything on there upon when she looked up and finally noticed the two Slytherins, one pensive, the other bored, already seated in the room.
"Mr Potter, a word please." She watched as Harry broke from his train of thought to look up at her then get up and slowly make his way to her desk, taking something out of his bag as he went. She looked up again once he stood before her desk.
"Yes, Professor? By the way, here's my extra credit assignment." He handed her the large roll of parchment.
"But! Mr Potter! This was to have lasted you until Christmas. It was Severus wasn't it? What happened, speak up! What did he do to you?" Professor McGonagall was thoroughly provoked into physical abuse, directed at the greasy haired Head of Slytherin.
"No, Professor, it wasn't Sev. At Poulnabrone, there was a massive library and, well, Sev, Drake and I, we sort of never left. The transfiguration section was amazing but I can't even describe the charms FLOOR. There would had to have been a billion books just on charms." The professor noted Harry's enthusiasm with a raised eyebrow, also noticing the young Malfoy's inclusion to the tale.
"It's true professor. He's not exaggerating." Draco piped up from his desk.
"Still, I would have preferred going with you to Poulnabrone. Doing homework all holidays can't have been that exciting, and to have no other diversions!"
"Professor, it was the best holiday I've ever had." Harry said earnestly.
"To my knowledge, anything would be better than your previous summer holidays. Those despicable Dursley's and Dumbledore for . . . . making. . . . . . . . . you. . . . . .go . . . . . . back . . . . . . there." Minerva finished quietly, realising the mistake she had just made in telling that she and professor Dumbledore in fact knew about the abuse that Harry suffered at the hands of the Dursley's.
"Oh?" Harry's whole demeanour had darkened as he glared at his former head of house. "What do you know?"
McGonagall was now pressed into the back of her chair, but she still held firm. "Nothing. Thankyou Mr Potter, I'll check this assignment over the weekend. Back to your seat now." she tried to busy herself with the parchment on the desk.
"No. Professor. Please. Tell me what you know." Harry insisted, continuing to glare.
"I know enough, Mr Potter. Now back to your seat. Class is about to start." She stood and looked down at Harry from the platform on which her desk sat. Harry glared at her a moment longer before turning around and heading back to his seat.
"What was all that about?"
"Later Drake. Not in front of class."
"Yeah, well. It seems we're going to have a big talk later on."
"We'll see." Harry was reminded of his prior train of thought, and the monster in his stomach made its presence known. "Yeah, we'll definitely see."
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Transfiguration started much like the start of Potions in which Professor McGonagall explained that the year ahead would be difficult and then also that they would be starting the year on a course of transfiguring animals into other animals, especially in size differences such as an ant into a dog, and vice-versa.
"So I can finally find out how to turn the Weasel into one!" Draco gleefully whispered into Harry's ear. Harry couldn't help but laugh, earning him some weird looks and the odd glare, especially form the Weasel in question, not that he knew the reasoning behind their laughter.
For the next two hours they were treated to hand cramps as they took notes from their books and from what McGonagall was explaining from the text.
As the bell finally rang, everyone packed up and filed out as Harry attempted to massage the cramps out of his hand on the way to Arithmancy on the fourth floor; they took a seat near the front. Harry continued to massage his hand in the hopes that they didn't have too much to write this lesson. However, Draco stepped into these thoughts when he took Harry's hand in his own and proceeded to work miracles with those nimble, pale digits.
Harry sighed in relief as the pain drew away and Draco spoke, "Perhaps we should have a look at making that potion Sev was talking about, huh? You hold your quill too tight." Draco finished as he quickly kissed Harry's hand and dropped it back into the ex-Gryffindor's lap.
"Thanks Princess. I think we should have a look at making that potion." Harry kept the effects of the stomach monster out of his voice as he stretched his hand.
"Good." Draco smirked.
Soon the classroom was filled with students from all houses, including Hermione who politely asked to sit next to Harry. Instantly she was asking how he was and what had happened during the holidays, and how Slytherin was treating him. Harry tried to quickly answer her questions before class started, leaving a glaring Draco on his other side.
"Good afternoon Seventh Years." Professor Vector appeared out of nowhere, "And welcome to your last year of Arithmancy. Or the first for one of you. Now, seeing as you've probably forgotten everything I've taught you last year due to the holidays, we can start with some revision. Passed around in a moment is a worksheet I would like you to complete, before next lesson anyway. So, off to work. Harry?" The professor eventually spotted him and made his way over as the class noisily set to work.
"Did you do any of the reading I told you about?"
"Yeah, all of it." Harry mumbled.
"Nerd." Draco coughed loudly as he read through the handout. Hermione glared at the blonde before going back to her own sheet.
"That's good Harry. Did you have any questions?"
"Not particularly. Draco helped out if I had any trouble."
Draco snorted. "I don't remember that."
"Well, how about you give this revision sheet a go."
"Sure." And with that, Professor Vector disappeared again, back up to his desk.
"Right." Harry sighed as he took his quill and ink out and set everything up before him. Reading the first question, he nearly swore.
"What Harry?" Hermione immediately came to his 'rescue'. Draco however snapped his quill as he glared at the bushy haired Gryffindor.
"How the hell are you supposed to work that out?" Harry sat back in his chair as he stared at the first question with raised eyebrows.
"It's easy." Hermione pronounced as she then erupted into a full blown lecture with diagrams. It all seemed to blow over Harry's head as she finally finished, "See. Easy."
Harry just sat bewildered as he stared at all the calculations she'd breezed through. "Erm, Drake. Translation?"
"Come here." And Draco took two minutes to go through it again, in a simplified manner.
"Ohhh..... so it's like that one you showed me before you left, from that book?"
"Yeah." Draco looked smugly over at Hermione, who had a calculating look on her own face as she watched the two interact.
"Oh, I get it." And five minutes later he showed it by presenting his completed question.
"Yep. That's it Harry." Hermione beamed at him.
"Thanks Herm. Thanks Drake."
Slowly Harry progressed through the questions, occasionally asking for confirmation or a small explanation as to the odd question.
Suddenly, Hermione tapped on his arm. Harry looked from her, then down to the parchment between them.
:Don't worry the parchment just looks like calculations to anyone else looking.: Was the written message.
:K.: Harry replied.
:Did you see the way Draco reacted before when I tried to explain that question to you? He actually snapped his quill. And you should have seen the glare I got! And then the smirk when he explained it and you understood.:
:And he says 'I' hold my quill too tight.:
:?:
:I got a cramp in my hand from writing in transfiguration. He actually massaged it out.:
:Really?: Hermione giggled as she went back to her work. Harry looked back to his parchment, but not before looking to Draco who was glaring across at Hermione. His face morphed into a light smirk (almost a smile, Harry mused) as he glanced at Harry before going back to work.
:See! He's jealous!!: Hermione gave a slight nudge to his elbow and he looked down to the last message.
:We'll see.: Harry replied as he went back to work .
Five minutes to the end of the lesson, Professor Vector came past Harry again.
"So how are you going here, Harry?"
"Fine, I think." Harry showed him his work. "Herm and Draco have been helping me understand bits and pieces." Harry had only done about half the questions set for the lesson, even though Hermione and Draco had finished 15 minutes ago.
"Well done Harry. This is excellent for your first lesson. 5 points to Gryff- ahh, I mean Slytherin. Must get used to that. Well done Harry.
"Thanks." Harry smirked back at the slip and subsequent correction of houses.
"All right Class. Everyone, make sure your name is on your worksheet and hand it up to my desk on your way out. You can have an early few minutes. Off you go." Professor announced to the class, as the noise level picked up dramatically as everyone packed up quickly.
Out in the corridor, Harry, Draco and Hermione walked together.
"So what's next?" Harry asked.
"I've got Runes." Hermione piped up.
"So do we." Draco gritted out. Harry looked at him for a moment, eyebrow raised in question. Draco just shook his head.
"Where is it?" Harry asked, having never gone to Ancient Runes before.
"Second floor. But on the other side." Hermione continued walking down the corridor but Draco had stopped at a tapestry. Harry stopped a few metres away and looked between the two: Draco standing there waiting, and Hermione continuing down the hall and around a corner.
"Come on Harry. Short cut." Draco smirked as he took his wand out and tapped the tapestry on the edge. He then pulled it away slightly and walked into the stone passageway behind, holding the tapestry open for Harry to pass through.
"It's rather sad to think that Granger has been going the long way around all these years." Draco said conversationally as he conjured some light and led Harry through the winding tunnel.
"Yeah." Harry didn't know what else to say, being too caught up (again) on what Hermione said about Draco being jealous.
"Drake? Are you jealous?" He'd always have that Gryffindor pride, now he just had to find his Slytherin tactfulness.
"Of what?" Draco almost sneered.
"Hermione." Harry caught the subtle jerk in his eyebrows that signified his surprise.
"Why would I be jealous of her? She's a Mudbl-"
"Don't say it Draco. She's my friend. Like a sister. Insult her and you insult me." Harry quietly reprimanded the blond, who had the decency to look down, realising his error of words.
"Why would I be jealous of a muggle-born?"
Harry just sighed; shaking his head he followed Draco in silence for another minute before they came out of the tunnel at another tapestry.
Draco led him down the corridor and into the Runes classroom. They sat down in the middle of the room and waited for Hermione to arrive. Ten minutes later she walked in and instantly glared at the two Slytherins who sat calmly talking. They looked over curiously as she slammed her books on the table next to Harry.
"Something vexes thee?" (A/N – I had to :D . Go Alan Rickman!!! If you don't know that quote ur a very sad and deprived person!!)
"Yeah. You and Mr Malfoy buggering off for a snog session without telling me. One minute you're next to me, the next I'm talking to myself in an empty corridor."
"Snog session? What makes you think we were snogging?" Draco smirked as Harry just sat back and watched as it all washed over him.
"I've seen you two.' She smiled as she took her seat next to Harry and began to set up her books.
"Really Granger? Harry? Did you know we were in a passionate relationship? Because I sure missed the memo."
Harry laughed quietly as he sat forward again. "Don't worry Drake. I missed it too." Harry took Draco's hand in his own and laced their fingers together. "Maybe we should catch up tonight." Harry smirked as he kissed Draco's knuckles.
"My we are going to be busy tonight, aren't we!" Draco smirked back, and then both looked at Hermione.
"You two are soo cute together, you know. But I was joking!"
Both boys laughed. "So were we."
Hermione merely grinned at the two. "So that's why you're still holding hands?"
The two boys looked to each other, smirking as they released hands.
Harry looked back down to get his own books out, willing the stomach monster away. But now he realised, with the small promptings from the bushy haired Gryffindor.
He liked the bloody git.
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EverWinter
Chapter 7 – Filler with a Whiff of Fluff
Lunch was normal, like any other school lunch time, except this time Harry was sitting on the other side of the room and was instead watching the Gryffindors. As at breakfast, Ron was still glaring across the Great Hall.
Draco nudged Harry out of his stupor. "Oi. Don't worry about the Weasel. What have we got next?"
"Transfiguration." Harry said quietly. It wasn't Ron and the Gryffindors he was thinking about, but the end of their sparring match. He'd felt fear in his stomach when the blade had cut through Draco's shirt and through to the pale, creamy skin beneath. He'd felt fear about Draco's welfare. He was trying to figure out what it all meant.
...Hero complex: Draco was bleeding, hurt.... ,,,No. I was more terrified then than when I saw Ginny on death row in second year,,, ...You physically, directly hurt someone.... ,,,Like I haven't punched him before,,, ...Something's changed. You see him differently... ,,,As a friend seeing as Ron's being a dickhead,,, ...Is that all?.... ,,,I don't know. I don't bloody know,,, Harry sighed and Draco looked at him again.
"You alright Harry?" Draco placed a hand on his shoulder, making Harry turn and look into the stormy grey eyes.
...Definitely changed... Harry felt as if something was clawing around in his stomach.
"Yeah, I'm fine Drake." Harry tore his eyes away from the probing grey eyes and back to his barely- eaten sandwich.
"You'd better eat up then, you've been staring at it a while. And class starts in a few minutes." Draco squeezed his shoulder and finished the last bite of his own sandwich.
The monster in his stomach squirmed more and Harry screwed up his face and pushed the plate away from him. Picking up his bag from under his seat he swung his legs around over the bench and began his trek to transfiguration.
Draco noticed Harry push the plate away and stand. He took another half a sandwich and quickly grabbed his own bag and quickly strode after Harry.
"What are you thinking?" Draco asked as he caught up and walked next to Harry, chewing his sandwich as he waited for an answer.
Harry shook his head as he sighed, having no idea how to verbalise what he felt at the moment. Especially about the wizard walking beside him.
"Later Draco. I haven't got so far as to be able to verbalise it." Harry tried to be reassuring, but only made Draco worry more.
Suddenly a large black owl swooped through the corridor and landed on the Blonde Slytherin's arm. In its beak was a black silk bag, tied with a black cord, whilst on its leg a letter was attached.
Draco quickly took the letter and read through it. Just as quickly he refolded the letter and put it in his pocket, whilst ordering the owl to take 'it' to his room. Harry looked at him about to ask what that was all about, but Draco answered for him.
"You'll see later." Draco put on a smirk/grin.
They arrived ten minutes early for the lesson with Professor McGonagall. Harry took a seat near the middle of the room and Draco sat beside him, each lost in his own thoughts. Moments later, said professor entered the room, quickly making her way up to the front of the room, dropping some books and parchment on the desk. It was only when she'd sat behind her desk and begun going through everything on there upon when she looked up and finally noticed the two Slytherins, one pensive, the other bored, already seated in the room.
"Mr Potter, a word please." She watched as Harry broke from his train of thought to look up at her then get up and slowly make his way to her desk, taking something out of his bag as he went. She looked up again once he stood before her desk.
"Yes, Professor? By the way, here's my extra credit assignment." He handed her the large roll of parchment.
"But! Mr Potter! This was to have lasted you until Christmas. It was Severus wasn't it? What happened, speak up! What did he do to you?" Professor McGonagall was thoroughly provoked into physical abuse, directed at the greasy haired Head of Slytherin.
"No, Professor, it wasn't Sev. At Poulnabrone, there was a massive library and, well, Sev, Drake and I, we sort of never left. The transfiguration section was amazing but I can't even describe the charms FLOOR. There would had to have been a billion books just on charms." The professor noted Harry's enthusiasm with a raised eyebrow, also noticing the young Malfoy's inclusion to the tale.
"It's true professor. He's not exaggerating." Draco piped up from his desk.
"Still, I would have preferred going with you to Poulnabrone. Doing homework all holidays can't have been that exciting, and to have no other diversions!"
"Professor, it was the best holiday I've ever had." Harry said earnestly.
"To my knowledge, anything would be better than your previous summer holidays. Those despicable Dursley's and Dumbledore for . . . . making. . . . . . . . . you. . . . . .go . . . . . . back . . . . . . there." Minerva finished quietly, realising the mistake she had just made in telling that she and professor Dumbledore in fact knew about the abuse that Harry suffered at the hands of the Dursley's.
"Oh?" Harry's whole demeanour had darkened as he glared at his former head of house. "What do you know?"
McGonagall was now pressed into the back of her chair, but she still held firm. "Nothing. Thankyou Mr Potter, I'll check this assignment over the weekend. Back to your seat now." she tried to busy herself with the parchment on the desk.
"No. Professor. Please. Tell me what you know." Harry insisted, continuing to glare.
"I know enough, Mr Potter. Now back to your seat. Class is about to start." She stood and looked down at Harry from the platform on which her desk sat. Harry glared at her a moment longer before turning around and heading back to his seat.
"What was all that about?"
"Later Drake. Not in front of class."
"Yeah, well. It seems we're going to have a big talk later on."
"We'll see." Harry was reminded of his prior train of thought, and the monster in his stomach made its presence known. "Yeah, we'll definitely see."
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Transfiguration started much like the start of Potions in which Professor McGonagall explained that the year ahead would be difficult and then also that they would be starting the year on a course of transfiguring animals into other animals, especially in size differences such as an ant into a dog, and vice-versa.
"So I can finally find out how to turn the Weasel into one!" Draco gleefully whispered into Harry's ear. Harry couldn't help but laugh, earning him some weird looks and the odd glare, especially form the Weasel in question, not that he knew the reasoning behind their laughter.
For the next two hours they were treated to hand cramps as they took notes from their books and from what McGonagall was explaining from the text.
As the bell finally rang, everyone packed up and filed out as Harry attempted to massage the cramps out of his hand on the way to Arithmancy on the fourth floor; they took a seat near the front. Harry continued to massage his hand in the hopes that they didn't have too much to write this lesson. However, Draco stepped into these thoughts when he took Harry's hand in his own and proceeded to work miracles with those nimble, pale digits.
Harry sighed in relief as the pain drew away and Draco spoke, "Perhaps we should have a look at making that potion Sev was talking about, huh? You hold your quill too tight." Draco finished as he quickly kissed Harry's hand and dropped it back into the ex-Gryffindor's lap.
"Thanks Princess. I think we should have a look at making that potion." Harry kept the effects of the stomach monster out of his voice as he stretched his hand.
"Good." Draco smirked.
Soon the classroom was filled with students from all houses, including Hermione who politely asked to sit next to Harry. Instantly she was asking how he was and what had happened during the holidays, and how Slytherin was treating him. Harry tried to quickly answer her questions before class started, leaving a glaring Draco on his other side.
"Good afternoon Seventh Years." Professor Vector appeared out of nowhere, "And welcome to your last year of Arithmancy. Or the first for one of you. Now, seeing as you've probably forgotten everything I've taught you last year due to the holidays, we can start with some revision. Passed around in a moment is a worksheet I would like you to complete, before next lesson anyway. So, off to work. Harry?" The professor eventually spotted him and made his way over as the class noisily set to work.
"Did you do any of the reading I told you about?"
"Yeah, all of it." Harry mumbled.
"Nerd." Draco coughed loudly as he read through the handout. Hermione glared at the blonde before going back to her own sheet.
"That's good Harry. Did you have any questions?"
"Not particularly. Draco helped out if I had any trouble."
Draco snorted. "I don't remember that."
"Well, how about you give this revision sheet a go."
"Sure." And with that, Professor Vector disappeared again, back up to his desk.
"Right." Harry sighed as he took his quill and ink out and set everything up before him. Reading the first question, he nearly swore.
"What Harry?" Hermione immediately came to his 'rescue'. Draco however snapped his quill as he glared at the bushy haired Gryffindor.
"How the hell are you supposed to work that out?" Harry sat back in his chair as he stared at the first question with raised eyebrows.
"It's easy." Hermione pronounced as she then erupted into a full blown lecture with diagrams. It all seemed to blow over Harry's head as she finally finished, "See. Easy."
Harry just sat bewildered as he stared at all the calculations she'd breezed through. "Erm, Drake. Translation?"
"Come here." And Draco took two minutes to go through it again, in a simplified manner.
"Ohhh..... so it's like that one you showed me before you left, from that book?"
"Yeah." Draco looked smugly over at Hermione, who had a calculating look on her own face as she watched the two interact.
"Oh, I get it." And five minutes later he showed it by presenting his completed question.
"Yep. That's it Harry." Hermione beamed at him.
"Thanks Herm. Thanks Drake."
Slowly Harry progressed through the questions, occasionally asking for confirmation or a small explanation as to the odd question.
Suddenly, Hermione tapped on his arm. Harry looked from her, then down to the parchment between them.
:Don't worry the parchment just looks like calculations to anyone else looking.: Was the written message.
:K.: Harry replied.
:Did you see the way Draco reacted before when I tried to explain that question to you? He actually snapped his quill. And you should have seen the glare I got! And then the smirk when he explained it and you understood.:
:And he says 'I' hold my quill too tight.:
:?:
:I got a cramp in my hand from writing in transfiguration. He actually massaged it out.:
:Really?: Hermione giggled as she went back to her work. Harry looked back to his parchment, but not before looking to Draco who was glaring across at Hermione. His face morphed into a light smirk (almost a smile, Harry mused) as he glanced at Harry before going back to work.
:See! He's jealous!!: Hermione gave a slight nudge to his elbow and he looked down to the last message.
:We'll see.: Harry replied as he went back to work .
Five minutes to the end of the lesson, Professor Vector came past Harry again.
"So how are you going here, Harry?"
"Fine, I think." Harry showed him his work. "Herm and Draco have been helping me understand bits and pieces." Harry had only done about half the questions set for the lesson, even though Hermione and Draco had finished 15 minutes ago.
"Well done Harry. This is excellent for your first lesson. 5 points to Gryff- ahh, I mean Slytherin. Must get used to that. Well done Harry.
"Thanks." Harry smirked back at the slip and subsequent correction of houses.
"All right Class. Everyone, make sure your name is on your worksheet and hand it up to my desk on your way out. You can have an early few minutes. Off you go." Professor announced to the class, as the noise level picked up dramatically as everyone packed up quickly.
Out in the corridor, Harry, Draco and Hermione walked together.
"So what's next?" Harry asked.
"I've got Runes." Hermione piped up.
"So do we." Draco gritted out. Harry looked at him for a moment, eyebrow raised in question. Draco just shook his head.
"Where is it?" Harry asked, having never gone to Ancient Runes before.
"Second floor. But on the other side." Hermione continued walking down the corridor but Draco had stopped at a tapestry. Harry stopped a few metres away and looked between the two: Draco standing there waiting, and Hermione continuing down the hall and around a corner.
"Come on Harry. Short cut." Draco smirked as he took his wand out and tapped the tapestry on the edge. He then pulled it away slightly and walked into the stone passageway behind, holding the tapestry open for Harry to pass through.
"It's rather sad to think that Granger has been going the long way around all these years." Draco said conversationally as he conjured some light and led Harry through the winding tunnel.
"Yeah." Harry didn't know what else to say, being too caught up (again) on what Hermione said about Draco being jealous.
"Drake? Are you jealous?" He'd always have that Gryffindor pride, now he just had to find his Slytherin tactfulness.
"Of what?" Draco almost sneered.
"Hermione." Harry caught the subtle jerk in his eyebrows that signified his surprise.
"Why would I be jealous of her? She's a Mudbl-"
"Don't say it Draco. She's my friend. Like a sister. Insult her and you insult me." Harry quietly reprimanded the blond, who had the decency to look down, realising his error of words.
"Why would I be jealous of a muggle-born?"
Harry just sighed; shaking his head he followed Draco in silence for another minute before they came out of the tunnel at another tapestry.
Draco led him down the corridor and into the Runes classroom. They sat down in the middle of the room and waited for Hermione to arrive. Ten minutes later she walked in and instantly glared at the two Slytherins who sat calmly talking. They looked over curiously as she slammed her books on the table next to Harry.
"Something vexes thee?" (A/N – I had to :D . Go Alan Rickman!!! If you don't know that quote ur a very sad and deprived person!!)
"Yeah. You and Mr Malfoy buggering off for a snog session without telling me. One minute you're next to me, the next I'm talking to myself in an empty corridor."
"Snog session? What makes you think we were snogging?" Draco smirked as Harry just sat back and watched as it all washed over him.
"I've seen you two.' She smiled as she took her seat next to Harry and began to set up her books.
"Really Granger? Harry? Did you know we were in a passionate relationship? Because I sure missed the memo."
Harry laughed quietly as he sat forward again. "Don't worry Drake. I missed it too." Harry took Draco's hand in his own and laced their fingers together. "Maybe we should catch up tonight." Harry smirked as he kissed Draco's knuckles.
"My we are going to be busy tonight, aren't we!" Draco smirked back, and then both looked at Hermione.
"You two are soo cute together, you know. But I was joking!"
Both boys laughed. "So were we."
Hermione merely grinned at the two. "So that's why you're still holding hands?"
The two boys looked to each other, smirking as they released hands.
Harry looked back down to get his own books out, willing the stomach monster away. But now he realised, with the small promptings from the bushy haired Gryffindor.
He liked the bloody git.
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EverWinter