Hogwarts

Draco was usually done with his potions assignment by now, but today he was taking longer than usual. He could tell his classmates and even Snape was looking over at him every time another person raised their hand to be graded. The only thing that seemed to be on Draco's mind was Harry. He was quickly becoming the most important factor in Draco's life, potion work be damned. He even wished for potions class to go quicker just so he could see if he had any messages from him. Ever since Harry had caused the books to fall- and Draco knew it was him, even if Harry had nervously changed the subject- he had gotten frequent and more frequent texts from him.

Draco had expected Harry to stop talking to him entirely. But he hadn't, and that warmed Draco more than he'd like to admit. He was even telling Draco more about his life... or more specifically the strange things that happened to him. "Mr. Malfoy. You seem to be distracted." Snape- or should he say Professor Snape, said in a sharp voice behind him. Draco briefly registered a vial sitting precariously on the desk before swinging around and knocking it off, causing it to crash and break on the floor. At this, everyone who had been previously making glances were now full-on staring.

"I'm sorry, Professor Snape. I was trying to remember the next step." Draco lied easily. He had been performing the steps all while thinking of Harry, without even having to recall it. It was just taking a much longer time. Snape gave him a disapproving look that didn't look the least bit satisfied with his answer. "If there is anything that has changed in your work capabilities, please take it up with me in my office." Snape said before moving on to the next desk. Draco rolled his eyes as the Ravenclaws sniggered. It wasn't even about this OWL class, it was about Harry, and Snape knew it. Snape would have to wait, though. He would be seeing Harry before then. Well, not like that...

Draco sneered as a default emotion as he bent down to wave his wand at the glass mess. It repaired itself and sat back on the tabletop, and afterwards Draco moved it safely back towards the middle. He wasn't sure he even knew how to name the feelings he felt for Harry Potter. All his years in school he had mostly wanted Harry to be the next Voldermort... but now... Draco shook his head and focused back on his work, finally finishing it and holding his hand up. When he wasn't worrying about Harry's show of power, he was almost hopeful that Harry's resurgence of magic had something to do with him. No, he couldn't be that selfish.

Snape gave him the most probing look he had ever seen and Draco wondered if he was considering his options on whether to use Legilimency on Draco in the middle of the classroom or not. But Draco wasn't the type to let Snape ponder, so he stared back with equal hardness. As Snape gave him a perfect score, Draco knew he would be called after to stay after class. Draco could obviously not let that happen. And that was why, when Snape signaled the end of class, Draco ran like he had never ran before out of that class like a first year. Draco thought he could hear a shout, but did not turn around for fear of detention.

Harry's car

"You've got to be joking." Draco said to himself as he approached what must be Harry's car. He had seen cars before, he wasn't living under a rock for Merlin's sake, but he had no desire to ever be in one, nonetheless be driven by a very powerful and stunted wizard who had no control of his magic. He not so much as walked himself but his own dying resolution walked over to the grey car that looked older than the cars Draco had sometime seen whenever his parents walked with him out into the muggle side of Britain. Great. So not only did Draco have a death wish, he also had a death wish inside a car that wasn't even new.

When he got into the murder contraption Harry gave him a smile as if it were perfectly normal to ask for a drive around a muggle dangerous neighborhood. Draco was already wracking his brain for possibly enchantments he could use on muggles in case Harry revealed his power or... Draco didn't want to think about that. "You're a decent driver, right?" Draco asked instead of greeting him. "Of course. I have a natural way with cars." Harry responded, but with a grin on his face, which Draco knew by now was not to be taken seriously. He put his seat belt on in a hurry as Harry drove off. "Where are we even going?" Draco asked, wondering what Harry was thinking when he suggested driving around.

"I didn't want to talk about this anywhere else. I don't know anywhere safer." Draco could actually think of much safer places, but decided not to say anything. "What you saw... the books... that hasn't happened for a long time. But it used to happen a lot. I don't know why it's come back, but I know there's something wrong with me." Draco thought he could see Harry's eyes watering, and found he completely forgot about the dangers of a car. "There's nothing wrong with you, Harry. Believe me." Draco almost smiled. Maybe Harry had saw it, because he seemed angry all of a sudden. "They aren't coincidences! It can even be dangerous sometimes..."

Draco touched his wand as a reflex. "I know. I know because I'm a freak just like you, Harry. But I wouldn't say freak..." Harry abruptly stopped the car. Draco lurched forward, grateful for his seat belt. They were by a deserted park, which Draco was very grateful for, as Harry had seemed to lose all color in his tan face. "This isn't a joke, Draco." Harry whispered, not looking Draco in the eye. "I didn't say it was, Harry." Draco whispered back, knowing the only way to convince Harry was with his wand. He quickly took his wand out and breathed out a Nox at the car lights. As they blinked out, Harry turned back towards him to see his wand.

Harry blinked. "We're wizards, Harry." Draco said, trying a small smile. He knew Harry could blow up. Scream. Even get out of his car and have a tantrum. He just hoped he wouldn't kick him out and make him be replaced by Weasley or Granger. Instead, Harry just kept on staring at him, shock turning into eventual wonder. Draco felt way more appreciated than he should for using such a basic spell, but he couldn't help but preen anyways. "How did you know?" Harry asked, finally. Draco took a chance and put his hand on top of Harry's hand that wasn't still on the wheel. "I was born one. So were you, Harry. Our parents were as well... And that's something I need to talk to you about."

TBC -