I started reading a Drarry fic today (Yes, I am finally going over my ‘Mark for later’ list on Ao3) and of course, now I started to write some Drarry too. Why am I like this?!
Harry stood in front of the classroom door, debating if he was really going to go in there. He saw the light coming out from underneath the door and he leaned forward, placing his ear on it to try and listen. He heard the clinking of glass, the sizzling of potions and suddenly a loud curse as glass broke. Harry stepped inside, the door falling against the wall with a loud bang as he looked left and right, wand ready in his hand.
“What the- Dammit, Potter, be careful!” Malfoy’s voice filled the space up and Harry stepped back as a purple and orange slime traveled his way. The smell was sickening and Harry covered his mouth and nose with his sleeve, his back pressed against the wall as the slime seemed to move faster, as if it had noticed Harry and was trying to catch him.
“Consumpti.” Malfoy snapped, his wand producing a brown light that froze the slime in place. It made the strangest sound, seeming to struggle to break free but Malfoy repeated the spell, his face pure concentration as he flicked his wrist. Something twisted inside Harry’s stomach as he watched Malfoy. The slime slowly retreated, leaving behind burn stains on the floor and Harry breathed out in relief when Draco closed and sealed the lid of the container the slime had slithered into.
“Hey, Malf- Draco..” Harry said after a few moments, closing the door behind him carefully and avoiding the stains on the floor as he made his way over to Draco’s desk. It still felt unnatural to use Draco’s first name but Harry was trying. After all, Draco had saved him and his friends from Voldemort by lying to the wizard and that was something Harry would never forget.
“What are you doing here?” Draco snapped, his grey eyes shooting fire as they met Harry. Harry smiled sheepishly, touching his forehead before shrugging a shoulder. He honestly didn’t know. He just knew he needed to get out of the Great Hall. Feeling all those eyes on him, hearing the whispers behind his back, the fleeting touches he felt on his shoulders and arms. It had all been too much suddenly and he’d fled, barely able to just walk and not run like Death Eaters were after him.
“I-I just-” Harry stopped, snapping his mouth shut and looking down at Draco’s desk instead. He placed his hands on the firm wood, fingers tracing some patterns before looking up again. He opened his mouth, not sure what he was going to say but Draco held up a hand to interrupt him.
“Don’t waste my time, Potter. I have some potions to finish so just tell me what you want and then get out.”
“I don’t want anything from you, Draco. And my name is Harry.” Harry said, seeing the strange, disbelieving look in Draco’s eyes. He couldn’t exactly blame him, Harry himself wasn’t sure what he was doing here. All he knew was that he was able to breathe again and they stared at each other for a few more moments before Draco huffed, waving a hand to a nearby chair.
“Fine. Just sit there and don’t touch anything.”