New Chapter! In such a long time! Hope you like it xxxx
Draco smoothed his robes and ran his fingers through hair. He glared at his companion in annoyance. "What's wrong with your hair? Why haven't you combed it yet? Time and appearance is of the essence when you're dating a Malfoy, Potter and you are already taking too long and you still look like an uncultured caveman. Lunch already started five minutes ago!"
"I'm trying to comb it!" Harry said, exasperated. "You may be a Malfoy, but I'm a Potter! My hair just doesn't sit down!"
Draco all but snarled. "Come here! I'll fix it!"
Harry went over to the blonde boy quietly, sensing his companion's frayed nerves. Malfoy may not want to show it, but he did seem terribly nervous at the moment.
Draco yanked Harry towards him, quickly combing his fingers through Harry's unruly hair. He wasn't exactly slow – patience didn't seem like his strong point right now- but he was gentle, and it almost felt nice.
Draco admired the softness of Harry's hair as he carded his fingers through it, removing the tangles. Never thought Potter would have such soft hair. Draco felt the urge to hold Potter closer so that he could run his hands through it better. Softer than any girls' hair too, he marveled. He quickly shook his head to stop thinking about it. Just one morning of gayness and he was turning weird already. He was just too big a sucker for soft, silky hair.
Abruptly, he pulled his fingers away from Potter's head. "Okay, I'm done. You're hair looks much better now Potter. You just don't know how to maintain it properly." He turned away, rubbing his hands together slowly.
Harry frowned in disappointment when Malfoy stopped. Then he frowned for being disappointed when Malfoy stopped. This was Malfoy, for crying out loud! He shouldn't have liked it when he stroked his fingers through Harry's hair.
Pushing these peculiar thoughts out of his head, he inspected himself in the mirror. His hair was still messy, but it was a casual, stylish messy. Definitely NOT a dirty, rolled-on-the-ground type messy it usually looked like.
"Do stop admiring yourself, Potter. We have to go now." Draco said, rolling his eyes, and shoving Potter towards the Great Hall. He inspected Harry once more. "Have you ever thought of getting your vision corrected with magic, Potter? Those spectacles are appalling."
Harry shifted uncomfortably. "I don't know. Hermione offered, but it always seemed kind of dangerous."
Draco sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. "This weekend, we're correcting your vision, okay? You're dating a Malfoy now. You can't look bad."
They had reached the Great Hall by now. Laughter and noises echoed from inside but the boys stood together silently, looking more nervous now.
"I guess we should hold hands now." Harry said quietly, previous confidence waning slightly. He was going to go announce to all the students that he was gay –which he was not- and that he was dating Malfoy –which he was definitely not. He cursed his nice, Gryffindor heart once again. He sighed internally. This was just a lie that was waiting to be found out. There were so many flaws in the plan. "We're going to sit at the Gryffindor table with my friends, okay?"
Draco whipped around to glare at Harry. "No, we're going to the Slytherin table, Potter. I'm not going to become a Gryffindor lover just because I promised not to be mean to your friends. What- do you want want me to have tea parties with Longbottom? Discuss gossip with Brown?" Draco sneered.
Harry glared back at the blonde. "I'm helping you, Malfoy, so you're coming with me to my friends." This little spat had caused both boys to forget their nervousness and Harry grabbed Draco's hand, interlocking their fingers and walked confidently to the Gryffindor table.
When they walked into the Great Hall, all the loud noise they had heard from the outside came to a standstill. It was to be expected. Potter and Malfoy walking in together without throwing hexes at each other? And why were they standing so close? Were they holding hands? Everyone gaped at them, some rubbing their eyes to make sure that they had seen right.
Draco and Harry walked to the Gryffindor table casually, pretending that they didn't notice that everyone was staring at them openly and unashamedly. The entire Great Hall seemed to be holding their breaths. The only way the Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy they knew would act this friendly was if they had been cursed. In fact…..they almost looked like a couple.
Harry greeted Ron and Hermione cheerfully. "Ron, 'Mione, I'd like you to formally meet my boyfriend, Mal –Draco."
At these words, the Great Hall, which had never been this silent in its entire history, erupted in small whispers. Hermione looked at Harry and Draco skeptically, while Ron blinked.
"I'm sorry, mate." Ron said slowly. "I misheard you. I could've sworn you had just said that Malfoy was your boyfriend."
Harry looked straight at the ginger. "You heard right, Ron. Draco is my boyfriend."
Ron blinked and nodded slowly. "Okay, so my best mate is shagging Draco Malfoy." He swallowed, seeming to struggle with his words. "Okay." He repeated. "Okay. Harry, mate, I don't like it, but if he makes you happy, then go for it, I guess?" He smiled weakly.
Harry grinned brightly at him. Ron was a good mate, despite his usual bluntness and brashness. "Thanks Ron, you don't know how much this means to me."
Ron mumbled something unintelligible and went back to his food. Hermione spoke up then too. "Well Harry, I'm so happy for you! You and Malfoy look good together!" she smiled, but as her eyes met Harry's, he knew she was in no way fooled. You are going to tell me why you are doing this later her eyes said sternly and as Harry nodded, he knew she was not going to let go of this easily.
Lavendar and Parvati squealed excitedly. "We knew it! All that sexual tension between you two –it was only a matter of time before you acted on it."
Harry smiled unconcernedly at their enthusiastic chatter while he scoffed at them internally. Sexual tension? Between him and Malfoy? These girls were definitely crazy.
"So who bottoms?" Lavendar asked slyly, looking between the boys.
"Yes, Harry. Do tell us who bottoms. We absolutely must know!" Seamus said teasingly, smirking at Lavendar. Harry smiled, seeing that Seamus seemed completely okay with what was going on.
Draco hastily intervened before Harry had a chance to humiliate him. He could still picture his father's face as Harry had said vulgar and crude details and he didn't really want a repeat of that. "That, ladies, is classified information. WE can't just tell everyone like that." He said charmingly, winking at the girls, sending them giggled delightedly again.
Draco raised his eyes to the teachers' table, where he could see his father seated, placed next to the headmaster. Very few people had noticed the presence of Lucius Malfoy in their midst, but Draco wouldn't have been able to miss him if he had tried. His father was glaring at him, seeming very uncomfortable and Draco sent a coy wink his way before going back to his 'boyfriend'.
Well father, you were the one who wanted us to 'come out' and show our love. Now we have, and on your demand, so you can't possibly be upset. And I'll be damned to back out of this arrangement now. At the end of three months, you won't be able to do anything.
At the other end of the Great Hall, the Slytherins too, were talking about Hogwarts' newest couple. As everyone around them speculated, Pansy and Blaise laughed at their friend's ingenuity. They weren't stupid. While they didn't know all the details, they still could figure out what Draco was trying to pull off here.
"Bloody brilliant! I wonder how Drake managed to get Potter to play along too though." Blaise chuckled, picking at his food.
Pansy pushed aside a curious, nosy 5th year, who was trying to glean more about Potter and Draco's relationship from Draco's two best friends. Sending the irritating 5th year an icy glare that made the kid swallow and retreat quickly, she turned back to Blaise. "Must have been Potter's generous Gryffindor heart. Dray can be very persuasive when he wants to be."
The two friends looked over at Draco and Harry at the Gryffindor table silently for a minute. "Draco and Potter make a good couple, don't you think?" Pansy said nonchalantly, twirling a strand of her hair around her finger.
Blaise stilled, his hands freezing over the bun he was slowly picking to pieces and looking at his brunette friend carefully. "This is just an act, Pans. An act. They don't actually like each other. Neither of them are even gay!" he said forcefully, knowing Pansy would start scheming to interfere in their relationship if not controlled.
Pansy nodded. "Maybe, maybe not. Who knows? How long has it been since Draco broke up with Arielle? And he hasn't even looked at another girl ever since! He could do with some love in his life."
The Italian looked at her sharply. "Please don't try to interfere in this, Pansy. I see that glint in your eyes."
Pansy smiled innocently. "Me, interfere? Never! But let's just say that by the time I'm done, we'll have two gay and in love boys on our hands and Drake will be happier than he has been in a long time. And you will help me with this, Blaise Zabini." She added with a light glare.
Blaise simply groaned and buried his face in his hands.
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