Hjerte: This only happens to me
By Duo V.P.V.M.
Chapter 6
It had been a day since the selection ceremony and two since the attack. Things seemed to be going well inside the castle. Most of the students had chosen to ignore the Aurors. Only a small group of girls like to walk around the agents, in order to get their attention.
The golden trio for their part breathed in the unusual tranquility that surrounded them given the latest events.
Malfoy hadn't spoken to Harry again all weekend. But he didn't ignore him completely. A silver gaze haunted the Gryffindor wherever he went.
Ronald kept daydreaming about the possible identity of the one who gave him the chocolates. And Hermione, well she spent two days reading everything she found about Veelas and sending letters to her friend, Victor Krum.
By the time they realized it, it was already Monday and they were sitting in the Great Hall, having their breakfast while waiting for the class schedules.
"I'm telling you, Harry, it won't take long for Malfoy to break down and talk to you again," Hermione told him for the thousandth time.
"And I tell you I don't care. As far as I know, my life is going well without Malfoy around, "Harry replied, annoyed by his friend's insistence.
He was aware, thanks to Hermione, that eventually the blond boy would need something beyond a couple of conflicting glances. But for now, he hoped that staying within sight of him would keep the Veela instincts at bay. At least until he fully digested the idea that he would spend the rest of his life with Malfoy in one way or another, which surprisingly didn't bother him, but rather baffled him.
"Come on mate, even I've noticed how you avoid places like the tower or private bedrooms, so Malfoy can find you quickly," the red-haired Gryffindor scoffed at the brunette's failed attempt to deny any interest in the youngest Malfoy.
"Which side are you? Weren't you supposed to hate Dra ... "He coughed, hiding the mistake." ... Malfoy? Harry asked incredulously at the posture of his best friend.
"I hate him, no question about that, but that doesn't take away the fact that you spent more time than you should in the library so Malfoy could see you. Also, you have avoided almost everyone, it seems that you do not want your veela to get jealous. Accept it, brother. At the very least, Malfoy is starting to interest you."
"It is not like that, but thanks for the support, "he growled in response, once recovered from the shock caused by Ron's words.
They left the talk unfinished due to the appearance of the schedules. With fear, he looked at the paper. A strange idea had crossed his mind. He knew what he expected, but still, he begged Merlin not to be true. Merlin didn't hear him.
"Have you seen this, Harry? all of our classes are with Slytherin, except Astrology, "his friend let him know.
"It must have been Dumbledore. He seems delighted with the idea of Malfoy and me together. If I wasn't one hundred percent sure that he needed me to finish off Voldemort, I could swear that he does everything to make my life shorter, "Harry lamented. I definitely won't make it to the end of the year before I go into cardiac arrest.
"Oh! come on Harry, the headmaster just wants to help. Didn't you say you wanted to get to know Malfoy more?" Asked Hermione.
"I want to know him, but I don't know if I'll bear to see him all day, all week, at all hours," He sighed in resignation. If the headmaster was willing to change classes as long as they were together there was no escaping from it.
So, dragging their feet regretfully, the trio prepared for the first class of the day. History of magic.
The corridor in front of the History classroom was crowded with his Gryffindor classmates, who in order to avoid a drop in points decided to arrive earlier since the teacher was none other than Lucius Malfoy.
They had barely been in front of the door for a minute when it opened, showing the handsome figure of the eldest Malfoy.
"Come in." It was all that came out of the professor's mouth before he turned back to his desk.
Quickly, the students took their places with the feeling of fear flashing in their minds. It was at that moment that Harry noticed how Malfoy had just taken a seat behind him, followed by Blaise Zabini and Theodore Nott.
"Looks like Malfoy is going to spend class among the Gryffindors," Ron whispered in annoyance at his presence. And since the houses tended to separate into sections of the classrooms, the presence of the green tie in the middle of the lions was more evident.
The door slammed shut, making everyone look at the professor.
"My name is Lucius Abraxas Malfoy and I will be teaching History of Magic. As you know, my son Draco, attends this same class and for the same reason I see the need to clarify that there will be no extra help from me or preference; the score that you obtain will be exactly the same as that you deserve."
The speech was interrupted by the sound of the door opening. Virtually all the Slytherin students in the class passed through it, led by Pansy Parkinson.
The boys went to their seats, being observed by Lucius who waited for them to be in their places to speak.
"Excuse me, may I ask who gave you permission to enter my class like that and interrupt it?" Asked the man.
"Oh! We're sorry we're late, but we were finishing breakfast and you know how that is, Professor, "Pansy excused herself, giving him a smile.
"Yes, I know…" The Gryffindors, who already expected similar behavior in the adult, sighed resignedly. Another Snape.
"... And because I know what you are talking about Miss Parkinson, I don't understand how it is that the hour and a half they give you for breakfast is not enough and you have to take ten minutes of my class to finish," Lucius said very seriously. "Now, if you'll be so kind, you and the rest of your classmates, please leave my class and don't show up until you understand that class starts at nine o'clock, not ten past nine."
The Slytherins were stunned, they never imagined that Draco's father would treat them like that, they thought that as housemates of his son and Lucius himself, he would give them preference, just like Snape. One by one they got up, more confused than anything else. Pansy was the last to do so, after glancing at Draco and seeing him grin.
"Miss Parkinson," Professor Malfoy called "five points from Slytherin for each one who was late today. Make sure that this does not happen again. Am I clear?" At the last words said by the man, the girl moved her mouth trying to say something, a word that did not come from her lips. The House of Lions was impressed by the attitude of the professor.
"Where we were before the interruption? Oh yeah! There will be no preference whatsoever. I like punctuality and I look forward to your presence on time if you don't want to lose points. Once this has been clarified, I would like you to answer the small exam that will appear on your desks. It is an evaluation of knowledge, if you copy each other, I will find out, it will not serve its purpose and therefore I will not know which topics you need to reinforce and which topics are already seen. Any questions?" No one dared to answer. Immediately a piece of paper appeared on each desk The puzzled students rushed to answer.
An hour later the students left the classroom nervous about the test but excited to know the grade.
The next class was Dueling, a class shared by the four houses. The students went to the classroom hoping to get a good place, great was their surprise when they found the room packed with students waiting for Professor Lupin.
"This is great, Remus was always the best teacher we've ever had," Ron exclaimed, as they took their places.
"It seems to me that you are not the only one excited. The room is bursting and it's still a couple of minutes until the calls can start" Hermione indicated, nodding at the watch on her wrist.
"Hi, Harry!" They heard someone say behind where they were. A tall boy with light brown hair and chocolate eyes greeted me.
"Hey, Justin!" The dark-haired boy replied with a smile.
"It's going to be a good class, Professor Lupin is a great teacher," the boy commented animatedly, approaching the place where the golden trio sat.
"Definitely," Harry assured.
"And ... how was your vacation?" The Hufflepuff asked, moving a little closer to Harry.
The brunette thought about it for a moment before answering.
"As well. Nothing interesting, "he laughed nervously, as he moved away from the boy a bit.
" Oh come on!" Justin exclaimed. "Sure your vacation was exciting and fun being the boy who lived. I'd love for you to tell me ... "He leaned closer to whisper" ... in great detail." The tone and shape were so suggestive that not even Harry being Harry, could help but notice.
"If you want to know so badly the details about his life, I suggest you buy The Daily Prophet, there they seem to find it fascinating how Potter yawns," Draco intervened. No one had noticed his arrival and now he was standing next to them.
"Malfoy, didn't they teach you not to interrupt? Or is it that your lineage is not enough for that much?" Justin growled, very annoyed by the intervention.
"And you weren't taught to respect other people's possessions?" Draco questioned back unperturbed, taking a seat next to Harry.
"Again with the possession thing." The Gryffindor rolled his eyes. "In what language do I tell you Draco so that you understand that I am NOT a thing?" Potter replied.
"As I recall, a few days ago you said you were mine. Of course, if you like to repeat it, you can say it in Parseltongue, it's a language that I find extremely interesting, "Draco suggested, passing his arm around the shorter young man's waist.
Harry turned redder than Ron`s hair and struggled to try to free himself without success. Both Ron and Hermione snickered at the helpless faces the chosen one made. Only Justin did not find the situation entertaining, seeing how Malfoy was gaining ground.
"I don't understand what need you have to be so close to Harry, Malfoy. But it seems to me, he doesn't want you here, "he spoke, releasing all the vile he felt, thinking that Harry would appreciate it. After this, I can ask him out.
"I don't really mind that much," Harry said resigned from his place in Draco's arms.
Justin's face remained undaunted, only the small throbbing vein at his temple betrayed the deep anger towards Draco.
"You heard him Fin-Flecher. Now, will you please get out of the way? "Malfoy ordered, pressing the brunet's body against him "You ruining the view."
Furious, he was left with no choice but to withdraw. But he would not give up on pursuing Harry. For Justin, as long as Harry didn't say otherwise, he wouldn't stop in order to get a date with the green-eyed young man.
When the Hufflepuff was gone, Harry turned to face Draco.
"You and I should talk. Don't think that because you got me out of this awkward situation you're forgiven for ignoring me, "Harry scolded.
"I remind you that it was you who told me to stay away, at dinner on Saturday," Draco said with a raised eyebrow. He got no response from the green-eyed. Resigned, he accepted the idea.
"After class, we will talk all you want, happy? Besides, I have a thing or two to explain to you about the Veelas, "Draco said more relaxed, but still not letting go.
"Good," he agreed. "But I'm still angry." Harry turned to see the door open and Remus Lupin appeared a couple of seconds later.
Merlin, give me your strength or I will end up killing my Veela.
The thought was as quick as it was natural, and he barely noticed the fact that he had just claimed the boy next to him as his own. He frowned in disgust, he was sure Draco had done something with his Veelapowers, if not how he explained that he thought of him as "his" Veela, in addition to the slight annoyance at being ignored by the blonde.
It was definitely a matter of the Slytherin powers because there was no way a hug would feel so good naturally, right?