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Chapter 8
Draco turned slightly, just enough to be able to tell that yes, indeed, Potter was still staring at him. And although Draco didn't altogether mind those beautiful green eyes looking at him, it was annoying, because Draco had no idea why Potter was staring at him. It had been going on for a while, since they had all gone down to the Common Room to study and play games. It was the weekend, so not a lot of people had homework to be done, and those who did were over in the corner with Severus, inquiring after his help when needed. Draco himself was sitting on a couch with Theo, Blaise, Pansy, and Daphne, sorting off into teams to have a wizard's chess tournament.
He looked back at his friends only to find that they had paired off without him.
"Ask Potter to play," Pansy suggested. Draco looked back. Potter did look kind of pitiful, all alone on the couch.
"Potter!" Draco shouted. The boy in question's brow furrowed and he looked around, as if expecting another person named Potter to suddenly appear. "Yes, you, Potter. Get over here!"
Draco pretended that the look Potter sent him did not make his stomach flutter.
Severus neared his group of sixth years, surprised to find Potter's familiar messy head amidst the rest. After going to Poppy's and realizing that Potter's glasses were horribly out of date, he had begun to have doubts about Potter's privileged life. But he realized that it may have just been because Potter was too proud to admit that he had a fault.
"I'm sorry, how did you get into Slytherin again?" His godson was asking as Potter stared at the chess board.
"I told you I was bad at chess!" Potter defended himself. Severus stared at them, surprised that Draco and Potter were right next to each other, clearly on the same team, their highly contrasting heads bent towards the chess board.
"I thought you were being modest," Draco drawled, glancing at the boy next to him. Severus realized with horror that his voice sounded almost fond.
Oh Merlin, no.
Severus knew that his godson preferred men. Draco had told him, way back in the third year. But did he have to like Potter? As if the boy really needed a reason for his head to become more inflated.
"Well, clearly, I wasn't," Potter said. Draco snorted.
"Behold, ladies and gentlemen, Harry, the Boy Who Lived, stater of all obvious." Draco said in a mock announcement voice. Severus was nearly sick when he saw that Potter did not miss what Draco just said either.
Draco had called him Harry.