Draco Lucius Malfoy

Dulce et decorum est pro patria mori.

[bleached-blond-bitch]

Draco Lucius Malfoy

Pureblood, obviously

Straight (until proven otherwise)

Suspicious blond

Ferret boy

Better than you

He/him

[bleached-blond-bitch]

I heard you kissed Harry. Or did he kiss you? Nevermind, I don't care.

Anyways, good job. I knew you could do it.

If you need advice, you know where to find me!

@i-enjoy-the-gays

Find you? I do everything in my power to avoid you.

[pansies-and-snakes]

Pansy wakes up to several missed calls from Draco and a text.

Parksy, I am freaking out, get over here as soon as you can

- @bleached-blond-bitch

Holy jizz, Draco.

Pansy groaned, grabbing her phone and texting him back:

It’s freaking Saturday, bitch.

Then, reluctantly:

meet me in the common room

Pansy begrudgingly got out of bed, looking at the time. 6:00.

She was so going to kill him.

Dragging herself into the common room, Pansy groaned loudly to announce herself.

[bleached-blond-bitch]

“Parksy!” Draco jumped out of his chair, spilling coffee from the mug in his hands in the process. He obviously hadn’t slept much, if at all. “Geez. Good morning to you too.”

[pansies-and-snakes]

”…what the heck do you need? And at 6:00 in the morning on a Saturday-“

Pansy stopped herself when she spotted the weird mix of expressions on Draco’s face. She had devoted the past 3 years to reading his emotions like a book.

“Jesus Christ, are you having a mental crisis again?” She didn’t ask, but she could get a pretty close idea about what.

[bleached-blond-bitch]

"I wouldn't- well, I wouldn't exactly- I wouldn't call it a crisis." Draco sighed, sinking into the chair again. He was tripping over his words and he knew it, and what was worse was that he knew that she knew that he knew. "I'm assuming I don't- I don't need to tell you what- well, who this is about?"

[pansies-and-snakes]

”Nope.”

Pansy plopped herself down into the seat next to him.

“Spill.”

[bleached-blond-bitch]

"Well, basically..." Draco took a deep breath, still not quite believing the words that were about to come out of his mouth. "Harrykissedme."

He looked up at Pansy through his platinum blond fringe, which had grown quite long as of late. The expression on his face was hard to place, but the redness in his cheeks was not.

[pansies-and-snakes]

Pansy paused.

“…well shit.”

She crossed her legs, looking unusually professional in her night clothes. Draco knew her feelings about Harry, for better or worse. “Are you… good?”

She observed at his rather… disordered appearance. It wasn’t hard for her to think they did a bit more than kiss (even though that’s not what occurred).

[bleached-blond-bitch]

"Shit is right, Parksy, he probably- probably hates me now. I panicked, you know?" The last few words were slightly muffled as Draco buried his face in his hands. "I'm not sure I'll ever be good."

[pansies-and-snakes]

”Wait- you kissed Harry or did Harry kiss you? And did he act weird about it?”

[bleached-blond-bitch]

"Did I- okay. Right. I, uh, I should probably explain the situation, huh..." he took a sip of the coffee, grimaced, and cleared his throat. "Apologise if I talk like a halfwit now, by the way. So basically I was in the potions room because, uh, because of reasons. Yeah. But basically, Potter shows up, right? But he isn't acting like himself. He answers my questions weirdly, and then when I get close, I notice his eyes are all red?? It was proper uncanny. And then I was sort of freaking out so I, well... Ikissedhim... Merlin, I can't believe I did that.

At that point, he seemed like himself again, so I graciously apologised and suggested that we leave before things got weird. But then- get this- he kisses me. He grabs my waist like they do in movies, y'know? And- I'm not going to lie- he's not a bad kisser.

But obviously, I freak out, yeah? I push him away and in doing that, I believe I've made the biggest mistake I could've made. I'm doomed, aren't I, Parksy?"

[funnywitchthing]

“…huh.”

Maybe she should ask about the red eyes thing, but that probably isn’t the part Draco is concerned about. Whatever, it’s not like Harry was under some sort of spell or anything, that could endanger him or anyone else at Hogwarts, not if it got broken through with something like a kiss.

“I mean… yeah, I guess. Did you bother to go talk to him yet?”

[bleached-blond-bitch]

Draco stared at her blankly.

"Talk to him? Are you out of your bloody mind?"

[pansies-and-snakes]

Pansy groaned loudly, dramatically tossing her head back, “Good Merlin.”

She glared at him. “I’m trying to help you, if that’s so surprising.”

[bleached-blond-bitch]

"Yeah, I know... but you also know how I am at confronting things..." Draco sighed and slumped further down in his chair, before suddenly sitting up straight as though he'd just remembered something. "Oh! And don't you dare interrogate him or anything, because I promised him I wouldn't tell a soul."

[pansies-and-snakes]

Pansy slammed her palms against her forehead. ”Then why are you telling me? God!”

[bleached-blond-bitch]

“I had to tell somebody! You honestly excepted me to keep this to myself??”

[pansies-and-snakes]

”Merlin’s tits…”

Pansy took a deep breath as if she was the one going through a crisis. “You’re fucked.”

[bleached-blond-bitch]

"Tell me something I don't know."

[pansies-and-snakes]

Pansy wakes up to several missed calls from Draco and a text.

Parksy, I am freaking out, get over here as soon as you can

- @bleached-blond-bitch

Holy jizz, Draco.

Pansy groaned, grabbing her phone and texting him back:

It’s freaking Saturday, bitch.

Then, reluctantly:

meet me in the common room

Pansy begrudgingly got out of bed, looking at the time. 6:00.

She was so going to kill him.

Dragging herself into the common room, Pansy groaned loudly to announce herself.

[bleached-blond-bitch]

“Parksy!” Draco jumped out of his chair, spilling coffee from the mug in his hands in the process. He obviously hadn’t slept much, if at all. “Geez. Good morning to you too.”

[pansies-and-snakes]

”…what the heck do you need? And at 6:00 in the morning on a Saturday-“

Pansy stopped herself when she spotted the weird mix of expressions on Draco’s face. She had devoted the past 3 years to reading his emotions like a book.

“Jesus Christ, are you having a mental crisis again?” She didn’t ask, but she could get a pretty close idea about what.

[bleached-blond-bitch]

"I wouldn't- well, I wouldn't exactly- I wouldn't call it a crisis." Draco sighed, sinking into the chair again. He was tripping over his words and he knew it, and what was worse was that he knew that she knew that he knew. "I'm assuming I don't- I don't need to tell you what- well, who this is about?"

[pansies-and-snakes]

”Nope.”

Pansy plopped herself down into the seat next to him.

“Spill.”

[bleached-blond-bitch]

"Well, basically..." Draco took a deep breath, still not quite believing the words that were about to come out of his mouth. "Harrykissedme."

He looked up at Pansy through his platinum blond fringe, which had grown quite long as of late. The expression on his face was hard to place, but the redness in his cheeks was not.

[pansies-and-snakes]

Pansy paused.

“…well shit.”

She crossed her legs, looking unusually professional in her night clothes. Draco knew her feelings about Harry, for better or worse. “Are you… good?”

She observed at his rather… disordered appearance. It wasn’t hard for her to think they did a bit more than kiss (even though that’s not what occurred).

[bleached-blond-bitch]

"Shit is right, Parksy, he probably- probably hates me now. I panicked, you know?" The last few words were slightly muffled as Draco buried his face in his hands. "I'm not sure I'll ever be good."

[pansies-and-snakes]

”Wait- you kissed Harry or did Harry kiss you? And did he act weird about it?”

[bleached-blond-bitch]

"Did I- okay. Right. I, uh, I should probably explain the situation, huh..." he took a sip of the coffee, grimaced, and cleared his throat. "Apologise if I talk like a halfwit now, by the way. So basically I was in the potions room because, uh, because of reasons. Yeah. But basically, Potter shows up, right? But he isn't acting like himself. He answers my questions weirdly, and then when I get close, I notice his eyes are all red?? It was proper uncanny. And then I was sort of freaking out so I, well... Ikissedhim... Merlin, I can't believe I did that.

At that point, he seemed like himself again, so I graciously apologised and suggested that we leave before things got weird. But then- get this- he kisses me. He grabs my waist like they do in movies, y'know? And- I'm not going to lie- he's not a bad kisser.

But obviously, I freak out, yeah? I push him away and in doing that, I believe I've made the biggest mistake I could've made. I'm doomed, aren't I, Parksy?"

[funnywitchthing]

“…huh.”

Maybe she should ask about the red eyes thing, but that probably isn’t the part Draco is concerned about. Whatever, it’s not like Harry was under some sort of spell or anything, that could endanger him or anyone else at Hogwarts, not if it got broken through with something like a kiss.

“I mean… yeah, I guess. Did you bother to go talk to him yet?”

[bleached-blond-bitch]

Draco stared at her blankly.

"Talk to him? Are you out of your bloody mind?"

[pansies-and-snakes]

Pansy groaned loudly, dramatically tossing her head back, “Good Merlin.”

She glared at him. “I’m trying to help you, if that’s so surprising.”

[bleached-blond-bitch]

"Yeah, I know... but you also know how I am at confronting things..." Draco sighed and slumped further down in his chair, before suddenly sitting up straight as though he'd just remembered something. "Oh! And don't you dare interrogate him or anything, because I promised him I wouldn't tell a soul."

[pansies-and-snakes]

Pansy slammed her palms against her forehead. ”Then why are you telling me? God!”

[bleached-blond-bitch]

“I had to tell somebody! You honestly excepted me to keep this to myself??”

[pansies-and-snakes]

Pansy wakes up to several missed calls from Draco and a text.

Parksy, I am freaking out, get over here as soon as you can

- @bleached-blond-bitch

Holy jizz, Draco.

Pansy groaned, grabbing her phone and texting him back:

It’s freaking Saturday, bitch.

Then, reluctantly:

meet me in the common room

Pansy begrudgingly got out of bed, looking at the time. 6:00.

She was so going to kill him.

Dragging herself into the common room, Pansy groaned loudly to announce herself.

[bleached-blond-bitch]

“Parksy!” Draco jumped out of his chair, spilling coffee from the mug in his hands in the process. He obviously hadn’t slept much, if at all. “Geez. Good morning to you too.”

[pansies-and-snakes]

”…what the heck do you need? And at 6:00 in the morning on a Saturday-“

Pansy stopped herself when she spotted the weird mix of expressions on Draco’s face. She had devoted the past 3 years to reading his emotions like a book.

“Jesus Christ, are you having a mental crisis again?” She didn’t ask, but she could get a pretty close idea about what.

[bleached-blond-bitch]

"I wouldn't- well, I wouldn't exactly- I wouldn't call it a crisis." Draco sighed, sinking into the chair again. He was tripping over his words and he knew it, and what was worse was that he knew that she knew that he knew. "I'm assuming I don't- I don't need to tell you what- well, who this is about?"

[pansies-and-snakes]

”Nope.”

Pansy plopped herself down into the seat next to him.

“Spill.”

[bleached-blond-bitch]

"Well, basically..." Draco took a deep breath, still not quite believing the words that were about to come out of his mouth. "Harrykissedme."

He looked up at Pansy through his platinum blond fringe, which had grown quite long as of late. The expression on his face was hard to place, but the redness in his cheeks was not.

[pansies-and-snakes]

Pansy paused.

“…well shit.”

She crossed her legs, looking unusually professional in her night clothes. Draco knew her feelings about Harry, for better or worse. “Are you… good?”

She observed at his rather… disordered appearance. It wasn’t hard for her to think they did a bit more than kiss (even though that’s not what occurred).

[bleached-blond-bitch]

"Shit is right, Parksy, he probably- probably hates me now. I panicked, you know?" The last few words were slightly muffled as Draco buried his face in his hands. "I'm not sure I'll ever be good."

[pansies-and-snakes]

”Wait- you kissed Harry or did Harry kiss you? And did he act weird about it?”

[bleached-blond-bitch]

"Did I- okay. Right. I, uh, I should probably explain the situation, huh..." he took a sip of the coffee, grimaced, and cleared his throat. "Apologise if I talk like a halfwit now, by the way. So basically I was in the potions room because, uh, because of reasons. Yeah. But basically, Potter shows up, right? But he isn't acting like himself. He answers my questions weirdly, and then when I get close, I notice his eyes are all red?? It was proper uncanny. And then I was sort of freaking out so I, well... Ikissedhim... Merlin, I can't believe I did that.

At that point, he seemed like himself again, so I graciously apologised and suggested that we leave before things got weird. But then- get this- he kisses me. He grabs my waist like they do in movies, y'know? And- I'm not going to lie- he's not a bad kisser.

But obviously, I freak out, yeah? I push him away and in doing that, I believe I've made the biggest mistake I could've made. I'm doomed, aren't I, Parksy?"

[funnywitchthing]

“…huh.”

Maybe she should ask about the red eyes thing, but that probably isn’t the part Draco is concerned about. Whatever, it’s not like Harry was under some sort of spell or anything, that could endanger him or anyone else at Hogwarts, not if it got broken through with something like a kiss.

“I mean… yeah, I guess. Did you bother to go talk to him yet?”

[bleached-blond-bitch]

Draco stared at her blankly.

"Talk to him? Are you out of your bloody mind?"

[pansies-and-snakes]

Pansy groaned loudly, dramatically tossing her head back, “Good Merlin.”

She glared at him. “I’m trying to help you, if that’s so surprising.”

[bleached-blond-bitch]

"Yeah, I know... but you also know how I am at confronting things..." Draco sighed and slumped further down in his chair, before suddenly sitting up straight as though he'd just remembered something. "Oh! And don't you dare interrogate him or anything, because I promised him I wouldn't tell a soul."

[pansies-and-snakes]

Pansy wakes up to several missed calls from Draco and a text.

Parksy, I am freaking out, get over here as soon as you can

- @bleached-blond-bitch

Holy jizz, Draco.

Pansy groaned, grabbing her phone and texting him back:

It’s freaking Saturday, bitch.

Then, reluctantly:

meet me in the common room

Pansy begrudgingly got out of bed, looking at the time. 6:00.

She was so going to kill him.

Dragging herself into the common room, Pansy groaned loudly to announce herself.

[bleached-blond-bitch]

“Parksy!” Draco jumped out of his chair, spilling coffee from the mug in his hands in the process. He obviously hadn’t slept much, if at all. “Geez. Good morning to you too.”

[pansies-and-snakes]

”…what the heck do you need? And at 6:00 in the morning on a Saturday-“

Pansy stopped herself when she spotted the weird mix of expressions on Draco’s face. She had devoted the past 3 years to reading his emotions like a book.

“Jesus Christ, are you having a mental crisis again?” She didn’t ask, but she could get a pretty close idea about what.

[bleached-blond-bitch]

"I wouldn't- well, I wouldn't exactly- I wouldn't call it a crisis." Draco sighed, sinking into the chair again. He was tripping over his words and he knew it, and what was worse was that he knew that she knew that he knew. "I'm assuming I don't- I don't need to tell you what- well, who this is about?"

[pansies-and-snakes]

”Nope.”

Pansy plopped herself down into the seat next to him.

“Spill.”

[bleached-blond-bitch]

"Well, basically..." Draco took a deep breath, still not quite believing the words that were about to come out of his mouth. "Harrykissedme."

He looked up at Pansy through his platinum blond fringe, which had grown quite long as of late. The expression on his face was hard to place, but the redness in his cheeks was not.

[pansies-and-snakes]

Pansy paused.

“…well shit.”

She crossed her legs, looking unusually professional in her night clothes. Draco knew her feelings about Harry, for better or worse. “Are you… good?”

She observed at his rather… disordered appearance. It wasn’t hard for her to think they did a bit more than kiss (even though that’s not what occurred).

[bleached-blond-bitch]

"Shit is right, Parksy, he probably- probably hates me now. I panicked, you know?" The last few words were slightly muffled as Draco buried his face in his hands. "I'm not sure I'll ever be good."

[pansies-and-snakes]

”Wait- you kissed Harry or did Harry kiss you? And did he act weird about it?”

[bleached-blond-bitch]

"Did I- okay. Right. I, uh, I should probably explain the situation, huh..." he took a sip of the coffee, grimaced, and cleared his throat. "Apologise if I talk like a halfwit now, by the way. So basically I was in the potions room because, uh, because of reasons. Yeah. But basically, Potter shows up, right? But he isn't acting like himself. He answers my questions weirdly, and then when I get close, I notice his eyes are all red?? It was proper uncanny. And then I was sort of freaking out so I, well... Ikissedhim... Merlin, I can't believe I did that.

At that point, he seemed like himself again, so I graciously apologised and suggested that we leave before things got weird. But then- get this- he kisses me. He grabs my waist like they do in movies, y'know? And- I'm not going to lie- he's not a bad kisser.

But obviously, I freak out, yeah? I push him away and in doing that, I believe I've made the biggest mistake I could've made. I'm doomed, aren't I, Parksy?"

[funnywitchthing]

“…huh.”

Maybe she should ask about the red eyes thing, but that probably isn’t the part Draco is concerned about. Whatever, it’s not like Harry was under some sort of spell or anything, that could endanger him or anyone else at Hogwarts, not if it got broken through with something like a kiss.

“I mean… yeah, I guess. Did you bother to go talk to him yet?”

[bleached-blond-bitch]

Draco stared at her blankly.

"Talk to him? Are you out of your bloody mind?"

[pansies-and-snakes]

Pansy wakes up to several missed calls from Draco and a text.

Parksy, I am freaking out, get over here as soon as you can

- @bleached-blond-bitch

Holy jizz, Draco.

Pansy groaned, grabbing her phone and texting him back:

It’s freaking Saturday, bitch.

Then, reluctantly:

meet me in the common room

Pansy begrudgingly got out of bed, looking at the time. 6:00.

She was so going to kill him.

Dragging herself into the common room, Pansy groaned loudly to announce herself.

[bleached-blond-bitch]

“Parksy!” Draco jumped out of his chair, spilling coffee from the mug in his hands in the process. He obviously hadn’t slept much, if at all. “Geez. Good morning to you too.”

[pansies-and-snakes]

”…what the heck do you need? And at 6:00 in the morning on a Saturday-“

Pansy stopped herself when she spotted the weird mix of expressions on Draco’s face. She had devoted the past 3 years to reading his emotions like a book.

“Jesus Christ, are you having a mental crisis again?” She didn’t ask, but she could get a pretty close idea about what.

[bleached-blond-bitch]

"I wouldn't- well, I wouldn't exactly- I wouldn't call it a crisis." Draco sighed, sinking into the chair again. He was tripping over his words and he knew it, and what was worse was that he knew that she knew that he knew. "I'm assuming I don't- I don't need to tell you what- well, who this is about?"

[pansies-and-snakes]

”Nope.”

Pansy plopped herself down into the seat next to him.

“Spill.”

[bleached-blond-bitch]

"Well, basically..." Draco took a deep breath, still not quite believing the words that were about to come out of his mouth. "Harrykissedme."

He looked up at Pansy through his platinum blond fringe, which had grown quite long as of late. The expression on his face was hard to place, but the redness in his cheeks was not.

[pansies-and-snakes]

Pansy paused.

“…well shit.”

She crossed her legs, looking unusually professional in her night clothes. Draco knew her feelings about Harry, for better or worse. “Are you… good?”

She observed at his rather… disordered appearance. It wasn’t hard for her to think they did a bit more than kiss (even though that’s not what occurred).

[bleached-blond-bitch]

"Shit is right, Parksy, he probably- probably hates me now. I panicked, you know?" The last few words were slightly muffled as Draco buried his face in his hands. "I'm not sure I'll ever be good."

[pansies-and-snakes]

”Wait- you kissed Harry or did Harry kiss you? And did he act weird about it?”

[bleached-blond-bitch]

"Did I- okay. Right. I, uh, I should probably explain the situation, huh..." he took a sip of the coffee, grimaced, and cleared his throat. "Apologise if I talk like a halfwit now, by the way. So basically I was in the potions room because, uh, because of reasons. Yeah. But basically, Potter shows up, right? But he isn't acting like himself. He answers my questions weirdly, and then when I get close, I notice his eyes are all red?? It was proper uncanny. And then I was sort of freaking out so I, well... Ikissedhim... Merlin, I can't believe I did that.

At that point, he seemed like himself again, so I graciously apologised and suggested that we leave before things got weird. But then- get this- he kisses me. He grabs my waist like they do in movies, y'know? And- I'm not going to lie- he's not a bad kisser.

But obviously, I freak out, yeah? I push him away and in doing that, I believe I've made the biggest mistake I could've made. I'm doomed, aren't I, Parksy?"

[pansies-and-snakes]

Pansy wakes up to several missed calls from Draco and a text.

Parksy, I am freaking out, get over here as soon as you can

- @bleached-blond-bitch

Holy jizz, Draco.

Pansy groaned, grabbing her phone and texting him back:

It’s freaking Saturday, bitch.

Then, reluctantly:

meet me in the common room

Pansy begrudgingly got out of bed, looking at the time. 6:00.

She was so going to kill him.

Dragging herself into the common room, Pansy groaned loudly to announce herself.

[bleached-blond-bitch]

“Parksy!” Draco jumped out of his chair, spilling coffee from the mug in his hands in the process. He obviously hadn’t slept much, if at all. “Geez. Good morning to you too.”

[pansies-and-snakes]

”…what the heck do you need? And at 6:00 in the morning on a Saturday-“

Pansy stopped herself when she spotted the weird mix of expressions on Draco’s face. She had devoted the past 3 years to reading his emotions like a book.

“Jesus Christ, are you having a mental crisis again?” She didn’t ask, but she could get a pretty close idea about what.

[bleached-blond-bitch]

"I wouldn't- well, I wouldn't exactly- I wouldn't call it a crisis." Draco sighed, sinking into the chair again. He was tripping over his words and he knew it, and what was worse was that he knew that she knew that he knew. "I'm assuming I don't- I don't need to tell you what- well, who this is about?"

[pansies-and-snakes]

”Nope.”

Pansy plopped herself down into the seat next to him.

“Spill.”

[bleached-blond-bitch]

"Well, basically..." Draco took a deep breath, still not quite believing the words that were about to come out of his mouth. "Harrykissedme."

He looked up at Pansy through his platinum blond fringe, which had grown quite long as of late. The expression on his face was hard to place, but the redness in his cheeks was not.

[pansies-and-snakes]

Pansy paused.

“…well shit.”

She crossed her legs, looking unusually professional in her night clothes. Draco knew her feelings about Harry, for better or worse. “Are you… good?”

She observed at his rather… disordered appearance. It wasn’t hard for her to think they did a bit more than kiss (even though that’s not what occurred).

[bleached-blond-bitch]

"Shit is right, Parksy, he probably- probably hates me now. I panicked, you know?" The last few words were slightly muffled as Draco buried his face in his hands. "I'm not sure I'll ever be good."

[pansies-and-snakes]

Pansy wakes up to several missed calls from Draco and a text.

Parksy, I am freaking out, get over here as soon as you can

- @bleached-blond-bitch

Holy jizz, Draco.

Pansy groaned, grabbing her phone and texting him back:

It’s freaking Saturday, bitch.

Then, reluctantly:

meet me in the common room

Pansy begrudgingly got out of bed, looking at the time. 6:00.

She was so going to kill him.

Dragging herself into the common room, Pansy groaned loudly to announce herself.

[bleached-blond-bitch]

“Parksy!” Draco jumped out of his chair, spilling coffee from the mug in his hands in the process. He obviously hadn’t slept much, if at all. “Geez. Good morning to you too.”

[pansies-and-snakes]

”…what the heck do you need? And at 6:00 in the morning on a Saturday-“

Pansy stopped herself when she spotted the weird mix of expressions on Draco’s face. She had devoted the past 3 years to reading his emotions like a book.

“Jesus Christ, are you having a mental crisis again?” She didn’t ask, but she could get a pretty close idea about what.

[bleached-blond-bitch]

"I wouldn't- well, I wouldn't exactly- I wouldn't call it a crisis." Draco sighed, sinking into the chair again. He was tripping over his words and he knew it, and what was worse was that he knew that she knew that he knew. "I'm assuming I don't- I don't need to tell you what- well, who this is about?"

[pansies-and-snakes]

”Nope.”

Pansy plopped herself down into the seat next to him.

“Spill.”

[bleached-blond-bitch]

"Well, basically..." Draco took a deep breath, still not quite believing the words that were about to come out of his mouth. "Harrykissedme."

He looked up at Pansy through his platinum blond fringe, which had grown quite long as of late. The expression on his face was hard to place, but the redness in his cheeks was not.

[pansies-and-snakes]

Pansy wakes up to several missed calls from Draco and a text.

Parksy, I am freaking out, get over here as soon as you can

- @bleached-blond-bitch

Holy jizz, Draco.

Pansy groaned, grabbing her phone and texting him back:

It’s freaking Saturday, bitch.

Then, reluctantly:

meet me in the common room

Pansy begrudgingly got out of bed, looking at the time. 6:00.

She was so going to kill him.

Dragging herself into the common room, Pansy groaned loudly to announce herself.

[bleached-blond-bitch]

“Parksy!” Draco jumped out of his chair, spilling coffee from the mug in his hands in the process. He obviously hadn’t slept much, if at all. “Geez. Good morning to you too.”

[pansies-and-snakes]

”…what the heck do you need? And at 6:00 in the morning on a Saturday-“

Pansy stopped herself when she spotted the weird mix of expressions on Draco’s face. She had devoted the past 3 years to reading his emotions like a book.

“Jesus Christ, are you having a mental crisis again?” She didn’t ask, but she could get a pretty close idea about what.

[bleached-blond-bitch]

"I wouldn't- well, I wouldn't exactly- I wouldn't call it a crisis." Draco sighed, sinking into the chair again. He was tripping over his words and he knew it, and what was worse was that he knew that she knew that he knew. "I'm assuming I don't- I don't need to tell you what- well, who this is about?"

[prongs--jr]

Harry is walking through the dungeons towards the potions storage cabinets. Voldemort didn't know where the cloak was, because the dumb kid misplaced it; or maybe lent it to that Weasley kid, but he had to get this shit done, regardless of risk.

He snuck into the potions classroom to get the ingredients, only to find another student already there. Lucius' son.

@bleached-blond-bitch

[bleached-blond-bitch]

Draco stopped dead in his tracks at the sound of Harry's footsteps, slowly turning round to face him. His facial expression did not read 'pleased to see you'.

"Hey." He said, after a long pause. His voice sounded strange in the empty classroom.

[prongs--jr]

Harry has mixed feelings for this child, Voldemort knows that. Voldemort does not want to speak to the child, because he will likely get shit wrong and raise suspicions. Should he give Harry control back? No, that would likely overcomplicate things more. Best take the chance

"What are you doing here, Malfoy?" Voldemort asks, glaring slightly; that's how Harry does it right? These expressions feel right at least.

[bleached-blond-bitch]

"I could ask you the same," Malfoy replies, shifting his weight from one foot to the other. Something in the way he says it is overly haughty, as though he's trying to hide a telltale tremble of nerves.

[prongs--jr]

Screw this kid, he doesn't have time for this. Voldemort walks over to the potions cabinet and just starts grabbing what he needs, he could care less what this child thinks.

Draco is creeped out. The way Harry is looking at him is.. wrong somehow. And ignoring him? That's new. And the way he moves doesn't feel like Harry..

[bleached-blond-bitch]

"Harry, what the hell are you doing? I get it if you don't want to talk to me, I was..." he trails off. "I was winding you up on purpose earlier, okay, but it's still not like you to just storm in here and ignore me."

Draco finishes talking with a deep breath- he's not sure if it's from the nervousness of talking to Harry, the fact that he's putting a lot more cards on the table than what he's used to, or because of the weird look in Harry's eyes..

[prongs--jr]

"I didn't come here to find you then ignore you on purpose. Stop making yourself the center of everyone's life. You don't matter that much."

Was that too much out of character for Harry? Maybe. Not his problem though, just grab the ingredients.

[bleached-blond-bitch]

"Why are you here, then?" Draco didn't like the way the words came out. He wanted to sound harsh, aloof- give Harry a taste of his own medicine, so to speak. But they sounded too... sincere. Like, for a second, Draco cared why Harry was here.

[prongs--jr]

"Not everything must be your business, but if you used your eyes, you would see I'm grabbing potion ingredients. For what? Once again, none of your business. So, run along and carry about your day Malfoy."

The way Harry said Malfoy, it was different than normal. Everything about Harry seemed odd. Harry's a good kid, but he's stealing half of the potions cabinet.

[bleached-blond-bitch]

Who gave him the right to talk to him like that?

"Harry." Again, the word sounded wrong. Draco took a few echoing steps across the classroom, standing near enough to Harry to make him wonder whether the other boy could hear his heart hammering in his chest. "Harry, for fuck's sake, you never avoid an opportunity to prove that you're superior to me, and you definitely don't run around at night breaking into potions cabinets. Something's going on, and if you don't start acting like yourself, I am going to slap you."

Another deep breath. Malfoy, what are you doing??

[prongs--jr]

This child is so annoying.

Voldemort side eyes Draco, then turns to face him. "What I am doing, is none of your business. You are correct that I am superior to you, but that is nothing I have to prove, since it is so clearly obvious. You," he puts his hand to Draco's chest, then pushes him back, "just keep to yourself and stay out of my way."

Red. Draco knew Harry's eyes. He stared at a lot of news paper clippings and photos, though he would never admit it. Harry's green emerald eyes do not have red undertones to them.

[bleached-blond-bitch]

Draco's heart briefly skipped a beat from the proximity, the hand on his chest, before he noticed the jarring eye colour. Red? This... this is not right. Something's really, really, not right here.

"Fuck's sake, Harry!" Draco said, finally realising that something had to be done. He grabbed Harry's wrist, hard, before he had the chance to change his mind. "You don't talk like that and you don't push me away, and you definitely don't do things like this."

Draco hesitated after that. He wasn't sure whether he wanted to slap him, kiss him, or drag him to the headmaster's office...

[prongs--jr]

This kid has spunk. Once I get my body back, I'll definitely make sure I have this one; he's got his mother's spine.

"Let go of me Malfoy. Once again, this is all none of your business. Let go of me now." Voldemort pulls trying to loosen himself, but Draco has a strong grip.

[bleached-blond-bitch]

"Harry." Draco looks into his eyes, repeating the name one last time. Like that's going to help. "Harry, please, listen- ok, no, I'm not- ugh."

The words all seem to be tripping over themselves- Draco isn't sure what to say, how to act, what to do.

"Just- forgive me, okay?"

In one fluid movement, Draco lets go of Harry's wrist and takes him by the face instead. Before he can have a second thought- nope, too late for that, all the thoughts are happening at once- he presses his lips against his and closes his eyes. Don't kill me. Please, just, stop acting like a stranger...

[prongs--jr]

Oh fuck this, fuck no. I'm out, god ew- fucking hell.

Harry opened his eyes and saw he was looking right at Malfoy. Not just looking at Malfoy, kissing Malfoy. He had a massive headache. Did he black out? Why is Draco kissing him-

He's honestly too shocked to do anything, but then Draco pulls away from Harry. "Malfoy.." He just stares, his mouth agape. How do I even respond to that? He initiated it, right? Or did I- how did I even get down here?

[bleached-blond-bitch]

Draco takes a step back. He looks away- looks at the ceiling, the floor, that stupid curl in Potter's hair right by his eye- no, nope, don't, just... fuck.

Say something witty. Or dumb. Or get out of here.

"Glad you're looking like a confused fish again," he mumbles, still not meeting Harry's eyes. It's cringey, but it really does feel like his heart is beating a million miles per hour. Holy fucking shit.

[prongs--jr]

"Confused fish..?" Harry asks, still very bewildered. "You're right, I'm very confused; what the hell was that, Malfoy?"

[bleached-blond-bitch]

"I just... Idon'tknow. Sorry." He trails off, now looking rather apologetic. "Wait- no- you were the one acting strange. Why are you even in here?"

[prongs--jr]

"I-" Okay, answer this in a way that doesn't make you sound like a weirdo. But why was I here- How did I get here? Okay, I'm holding potion ingredients and sneaking around apparently since it's late. "Assignment. I needed ingredients for a potion project I forgot about. And I'm kinda ticked off about it." Why can't I remember anything?

[bleached-blond-bitch]

"Sure..." Draco narrowed his eyes, considering blackmail for a moment before remembering what had just happened. "Well, listen, you seem fine now, and I'd quite like to get out of here, so can we pretend that nothing ever happened? I won't tell anybody I caught you out after curfew if you don't say anything about. You know."

He cleared his throat awkwardly.

"And, for the record, I panicked."

[prongs--jr]

"So.. you didn't actually mean to do that..?" Harry asks. He kind of liked it, despite how lost and confused he was the whole time.

[bleached-blond-bitch]

"I..." Draco opens his mouth and then closes it again. Did he mean to do that? "Honestly? I don't know. Can we please, please, just get out of her? I feel like my head's going to explode."

[prongs--jr]

You're not alone in that. Harry had a splitting headache, but he needed to be sure.

"Hit me if you need," Harry states, then steps forward and initiates a kiss, one hand on Draco's waist, pulling him closer, and the resting on Draco's shoulder; they hold like this in the movies, right?

[bleached-blond-bitch]

Draco considers leaning into it for a moment before pushing Harry away again.

"Harry, for fuck's sake, I said I wanted to get out of here. Not... this. Not now, anyway."

He looked away again.

"Sorry."

[prongs--jr]

"Sorry, I.." He stops, looking at Draco, "I just needed to be sure how I.." He sighs and looks away, ashamed.

"You can go, I'm sorry. Please don't speak of this to anyone."

[bleached-blond-bitch]

"No, I get it, I don't really know..." he trails off. "Yeah. See you."

[prongs--jr]

He looks over to Draco, who hasn't moved yet after a whole minute. "Are you going to go?" Okay, maybe he was here for a reason before I got here? Once again, how did I get here?

[bleached-blond-bitch]

“After you.” Draco gestures to the door.

[prongs--jr]

Stay.

What the fuck was that?

"Uhm, yeah. Sure." Harry walks to the door and holds it open, gesturing for Draco to go. "Ladies first," He says, smirking.

[bleached-blond-bitch]

Draco considers a snarky remark before realising that it could wait. he’s too tired for that, anyhow.

[prongs--jr]

Harry follows Draco out, then starts walking back to his dorm, but looks over his shoulder a few times to make sure Draco actually returns to his dorm.

[bleached-blond-bitch]

Draco walks with him, occasionally falling behind but then catch up again when he notices Harry looking. It can wait.

[prongs--jr]

Harry approaches the stairs to leave the dungeons, and turns to look at Draco, "See you in class. Remember, not a word to anyone. No one in your dorm tonight gets told anything. Sleep well I guess."

[bleached-blond-bitch]

Draco hesitated for a moment.

“Right. Not a soul.”

[prongs--jr]

"Thank you." He stares at Draco for a minute, "Maybe we can talk about it at some point, but not tonight. Good night, Malfoy."

[bleached-blond-bitch]

“Good night… Harry.”

[prongs--jr]

Harry goes still and turns to look at Draco, but Draco is already walking away. Harry? He feels his cheeks turn hot, Oh no you don't, stop it! Ugh what the fuck-

He starts running up the stairs and back to his dorm.

[bleached-blond-bitch]

Draco looks behind him one last time, just about catching a glimpse of Harry disappearing around the corner. Well, fuck.

[prongs--jr]

Harry is walking through the dungeons towards the potions storage cabinets. Voldemort didn't know where the cloak was, because the dumb kid misplaced it; or maybe lent it to that Weasley kid, but he had to get this shit done, regardless of risk.

He snuck into the potions classroom to get the ingredients, only to find another student already there. Lucius' son.

@bleached-blond-bitch

[bleached-blond-bitch]

Draco stopped dead in his tracks at the sound of Harry's footsteps, slowly turning round to face him. His facial expression did not read 'pleased to see you'.

"Hey." He said, after a long pause. His voice sounded strange in the empty classroom.

[prongs--jr]

Harry has mixed feelings for this child, Voldemort knows that. Voldemort does not want to speak to the child, because he will likely get shit wrong and raise suspicions. Should he give Harry control back? No, that would likely overcomplicate things more. Best take the chance

"What are you doing here, Malfoy?" Voldemort asks, glaring slightly; that's how Harry does it right? These expressions feel right at least.

[bleached-blond-bitch]

"I could ask you the same," Malfoy replies, shifting his weight from one foot to the other. Something in the way he says it is overly haughty, as though he's trying to hide a telltale tremble of nerves.

[prongs--jr]

Screw this kid, he doesn't have time for this. Voldemort walks over to the potions cabinet and just starts grabbing what he needs, he could care less what this child thinks.

Draco is creeped out. The way Harry is looking at him is.. wrong somehow. And ignoring him? That's new. And the way he moves doesn't feel like Harry..

[bleached-blond-bitch]

"Harry, what the hell are you doing? I get it if you don't want to talk to me, I was..." he trails off. "I was winding you up on purpose earlier, okay, but it's still not like you to just storm in here and ignore me."

Draco finishes talking with a deep breath- he's not sure if it's from the nervousness of talking to Harry, the fact that he's putting a lot more cards on the table than what he's used to, or because of the weird look in Harry's eyes..

[prongs--jr]

"I didn't come here to find you then ignore you on purpose. Stop making yourself the center of everyone's life. You don't matter that much."

Was that too much out of character for Harry? Maybe. Not his problem though, just grab the ingredients.

[bleached-blond-bitch]

"Why are you here, then?" Draco didn't like the way the words came out. He wanted to sound harsh, aloof- give Harry a taste of his own medicine, so to speak. But they sounded too... sincere. Like, for a second, Draco cared why Harry was here.

[prongs--jr]

"Not everything must be your business, but if you used your eyes, you would see I'm grabbing potion ingredients. For what? Once again, none of your business. So, run along and carry about your day Malfoy."

The way Harry said Malfoy, it was different than normal. Everything about Harry seemed odd. Harry's a good kid, but he's stealing half of the potions cabinet.

[bleached-blond-bitch]

Who gave him the right to talk to him like that?

"Harry." Again, the word sounded wrong. Draco took a few echoing steps across the classroom, standing near enough to Harry to make him wonder whether the other boy could hear his heart hammering in his chest. "Harry, for fuck's sake, you never avoid an opportunity to prove that you're superior to me, and you definitely don't run around at night breaking into potions cabinets. Something's going on, and if you don't start acting like yourself, I am going to slap you."

Another deep breath. Malfoy, what are you doing??

[prongs--jr]

This child is so annoying.

Voldemort side eyes Draco, then turns to face him. "What I am doing, is none of your business. You are correct that I am superior to you, but that is nothing I have to prove, since it is so clearly obvious. You," he puts his hand to Draco's chest, then pushes him back, "just keep to yourself and stay out of my way."

Red. Draco knew Harry's eyes. He stared at a lot of news paper clippings and photos, though he would never admit it. Harry's green emerald eyes do not have red undertones to them.

[bleached-blond-bitch]

Draco's heart briefly skipped a beat from the proximity, the hand on his chest, before he noticed the jarring eye colour. Red? This... this is not right. Something's really, really, not right here.

"Fuck's sake, Harry!" Draco said, finally realising that something had to be done. He grabbed Harry's wrist, hard, before he had the chance to change his mind. "You don't talk like that and you don't push me away, and you definitely don't do things like this."

Draco hesitated after that. He wasn't sure whether he wanted to slap him, kiss him, or drag him to the headmaster's office...

[prongs--jr]

This kid has spunk. Once I get my body back, I'll definitely make sure I have this one; he's got his mother's spine.

"Let go of me Malfoy. Once again, this is all none of your business. Let go of me now." Voldemort pulls trying to loosen himself, but Draco has a strong grip.

[bleached-blond-bitch]

"Harry." Draco looks into his eyes, repeating the name one last time. Like that's going to help. "Harry, please, listen- ok, no, I'm not- ugh."

The words all seem to be tripping over themselves- Draco isn't sure what to say, how to act, what to do.

"Just- forgive me, okay?"

In one fluid movement, Draco lets go of Harry's wrist and takes him by the face instead. Before he can have a second thought- nope, too late for that, all the thoughts are happening at once- he presses his lips against his and closes his eyes. Don't kill me. Please, just, stop acting like a stranger...

[prongs--jr]

Oh fuck this, fuck no. I'm out, god ew- fucking hell.

Harry opened his eyes and saw he was looking right at Malfoy. Not just looking at Malfoy, kissing Malfoy. He had a massive headache. Did he black out? Why is Draco kissing him-

He's honestly too shocked to do anything, but then Draco pulls away from Harry. "Malfoy.." He just stares, his mouth agape. How do I even respond to that? He initiated it, right? Or did I- how did I even get down here?

[bleached-blond-bitch]

Draco takes a step back. He looks away- looks at the ceiling, the floor, that stupid curl in Potter's hair right by his eye- no, nope, don't, just... fuck.

Say something witty. Or dumb. Or get out of here.

"Glad you're looking like a confused fish again," he mumbles, still not meeting Harry's eyes. It's cringey, but it really does feel like his heart is beating a million miles per hour. Holy fucking shit.

[prongs--jr]

"Confused fish..?" Harry asks, still very bewildered. "You're right, I'm very confused; what the hell was that, Malfoy?"

[bleached-blond-bitch]

"I just... Idon'tknow. Sorry." He trails off, now looking rather apologetic. "Wait- no- you were the one acting strange. Why are you even in here?"

[prongs--jr]

"I-" Okay, answer this in a way that doesn't make you sound like a weirdo. But why was I here- How did I get here? Okay, I'm holding potion ingredients and sneaking around apparently since it's late. "Assignment. I needed ingredients for a potion project I forgot about. And I'm kinda ticked off about it." Why can't I remember anything?

[bleached-blond-bitch]

"Sure..." Draco narrowed his eyes, considering blackmail for a moment before remembering what had just happened. "Well, listen, you seem fine now, and I'd quite like to get out of here, so can we pretend that nothing ever happened? I won't tell anybody I caught you out after curfew if you don't say anything about. You know."

He cleared his throat awkwardly.

"And, for the record, I panicked."

[prongs--jr]

"So.. you didn't actually mean to do that..?" Harry asks. He kind of liked it, despite how lost and confused he was the whole time.

[bleached-blond-bitch]

"I..." Draco opens his mouth and then closes it again. Did he mean to do that? "Honestly? I don't know. Can we please, please, just get out of her? I feel like my head's going to explode."

[prongs--jr]

You're not alone in that. Harry had a splitting headache, but he needed to be sure.

"Hit me if you need," Harry states, then steps forward and initiates a kiss, one hand on Draco's waist, pulling him closer, and the resting on Draco's shoulder; they hold like this in the movies, right?

[bleached-blond-bitch]

Draco considers leaning into it for a moment before pushing Harry away again.

"Harry, for fuck's sake, I said I wanted to get out of here. Not... this. Not now, anyway."

He looked away again.

"Sorry."

[prongs--jr]

"Sorry, I.." He stops, looking at Draco, "I just needed to be sure how I.." He sighs and looks away, ashamed.

"You can go, I'm sorry. Please don't speak of this to anyone."

[bleached-blond-bitch]

"No, I get it, I don't really know..." he trails off. "Yeah. See you."

[prongs--jr]

He looks over to Draco, who hasn't moved yet after a whole minute. "Are you going to go?" Okay, maybe he was here for a reason before I got here? Once again, how did I get here?

[bleached-blond-bitch]

“After you.” Draco gestures to the door.

[prongs--jr]

Stay.

What the fuck was that?

"Uhm, yeah. Sure." Harry walks to the door and holds it open, gesturing for Draco to go. "Ladies first," He says, smirking.

[bleached-blond-bitch]

Draco considers a snarky remark before realising that it could wait. he’s too tired for that, anyhow.

[prongs--jr]

Harry follows Draco out, then starts walking back to his dorm, but looks over his shoulder a few times to make sure Draco actually returns to his dorm.

[bleached-blond-bitch]

Draco walks with him, occasionally falling behind but then catch up again when he notices Harry looking. It can wait.

[prongs--jr]

Harry approaches the stairs to leave the dungeons, and turns to look at Draco, "See you in class. Remember, not a word to anyone. No one in your dorm tonight gets told anything. Sleep well I guess."

[bleached-blond-bitch]

Draco hesitated for a moment.

“Right. Not a soul.”

[prongs--jr]

"Thank you." He stares at Draco for a minute, "Maybe we can talk about it at some point, but not tonight. Good night, Malfoy."

[bleached-blond-bitch]

“Good night… Harry.”

[prongs--jr]

Harry is walking through the dungeons towards the potions storage cabinets. Voldemort didn't know where the cloak was, because the dumb kid misplaced it; or maybe lent it to that Weasley kid, but he had to get this shit done, regardless of risk.

He snuck into the potions classroom to get the ingredients, only to find another student already there. Lucius' son.

@bleached-blond-bitch

[bleached-blond-bitch]

Draco stopped dead in his tracks at the sound of Harry's footsteps, slowly turning round to face him. His facial expression did not read 'pleased to see you'.

"Hey." He said, after a long pause. His voice sounded strange in the empty classroom.

[prongs--jr]

Harry has mixed feelings for this child, Voldemort knows that. Voldemort does not want to speak to the child, because he will likely get shit wrong and raise suspicions. Should he give Harry control back? No, that would likely overcomplicate things more. Best take the chance

"What are you doing here, Malfoy?" Voldemort asks, glaring slightly; that's how Harry does it right? These expressions feel right at least.

[bleached-blond-bitch]

"I could ask you the same," Malfoy replies, shifting his weight from one foot to the other. Something in the way he says it is overly haughty, as though he's trying to hide a telltale tremble of nerves.

[prongs--jr]

Screw this kid, he doesn't have time for this. Voldemort walks over to the potions cabinet and just starts grabbing what he needs, he could care less what this child thinks.

Draco is creeped out. The way Harry is looking at him is.. wrong somehow. And ignoring him? That's new. And the way he moves doesn't feel like Harry..

[bleached-blond-bitch]

"Harry, what the hell are you doing? I get it if you don't want to talk to me, I was..." he trails off. "I was winding you up on purpose earlier, okay, but it's still not like you to just storm in here and ignore me."

Draco finishes talking with a deep breath- he's not sure if it's from the nervousness of talking to Harry, the fact that he's putting a lot more cards on the table than what he's used to, or because of the weird look in Harry's eyes..

[prongs--jr]

"I didn't come here to find you then ignore you on purpose. Stop making yourself the center of everyone's life. You don't matter that much."

Was that too much out of character for Harry? Maybe. Not his problem though, just grab the ingredients.

[bleached-blond-bitch]

"Why are you here, then?" Draco didn't like the way the words came out. He wanted to sound harsh, aloof- give Harry a taste of his own medicine, so to speak. But they sounded too... sincere. Like, for a second, Draco cared why Harry was here.

[prongs--jr]

"Not everything must be your business, but if you used your eyes, you would see I'm grabbing potion ingredients. For what? Once again, none of your business. So, run along and carry about your day Malfoy."

The way Harry said Malfoy, it was different than normal. Everything about Harry seemed odd. Harry's a good kid, but he's stealing half of the potions cabinet.

[bleached-blond-bitch]

Who gave him the right to talk to him like that?

"Harry." Again, the word sounded wrong. Draco took a few echoing steps across the classroom, standing near enough to Harry to make him wonder whether the other boy could hear his heart hammering in his chest. "Harry, for fuck's sake, you never avoid an opportunity to prove that you're superior to me, and you definitely don't run around at night breaking into potions cabinets. Something's going on, and if you don't start acting like yourself, I am going to slap you."

Another deep breath. Malfoy, what are you doing??

[prongs--jr]

This child is so annoying.

Voldemort side eyes Draco, then turns to face him. "What I am doing, is none of your business. You are correct that I am superior to you, but that is nothing I have to prove, since it is so clearly obvious. You," he puts his hand to Draco's chest, then pushes him back, "just keep to yourself and stay out of my way."

Red. Draco knew Harry's eyes. He stared at a lot of news paper clippings and photos, though he would never admit it. Harry's green emerald eyes do not have red undertones to them.

[bleached-blond-bitch]

Draco's heart briefly skipped a beat from the proximity, the hand on his chest, before he noticed the jarring eye colour. Red? This... this is not right. Something's really, really, not right here.

"Fuck's sake, Harry!" Draco said, finally realising that something had to be done. He grabbed Harry's wrist, hard, before he had the chance to change his mind. "You don't talk like that and you don't push me away, and you definitely don't do things like this."

Draco hesitated after that. He wasn't sure whether he wanted to slap him, kiss him, or drag him to the headmaster's office...

[prongs--jr]

This kid has spunk. Once I get my body back, I'll definitely make sure I have this one; he's got his mother's spine.

"Let go of me Malfoy. Once again, this is all none of your business. Let go of me now." Voldemort pulls trying to loosen himself, but Draco has a strong grip.

[bleached-blond-bitch]

"Harry." Draco looks into his eyes, repeating the name one last time. Like that's going to help. "Harry, please, listen- ok, no, I'm not- ugh."

The words all seem to be tripping over themselves- Draco isn't sure what to say, how to act, what to do.

"Just- forgive me, okay?"

In one fluid movement, Draco lets go of Harry's wrist and takes him by the face instead. Before he can have a second thought- nope, too late for that, all the thoughts are happening at once- he presses his lips against his and closes his eyes. Don't kill me. Please, just, stop acting like a stranger...

[prongs--jr]

Oh fuck this, fuck no. I'm out, god ew- fucking hell.

Harry opened his eyes and saw he was looking right at Malfoy. Not just looking at Malfoy, kissing Malfoy. He had a massive headache. Did he black out? Why is Draco kissing him-

He's honestly too shocked to do anything, but then Draco pulls away from Harry. "Malfoy.." He just stares, his mouth agape. How do I even respond to that? He initiated it, right? Or did I- how did I even get down here?

[bleached-blond-bitch]

Draco takes a step back. He looks away- looks at the ceiling, the floor, that stupid curl in Potter's hair right by his eye- no, nope, don't, just... fuck.

Say something witty. Or dumb. Or get out of here.

"Glad you're looking like a confused fish again," he mumbles, still not meeting Harry's eyes. It's cringey, but it really does feel like his heart is beating a million miles per hour. Holy fucking shit.

[prongs--jr]

"Confused fish..?" Harry asks, still very bewildered. "You're right, I'm very confused; what the hell was that, Malfoy?"

[bleached-blond-bitch]

"I just... Idon'tknow. Sorry." He trails off, now looking rather apologetic. "Wait- no- you were the one acting strange. Why are you even in here?"

[prongs--jr]

"I-" Okay, answer this in a way that doesn't make you sound like a weirdo. But why was I here- How did I get here? Okay, I'm holding potion ingredients and sneaking around apparently since it's late. "Assignment. I needed ingredients for a potion project I forgot about. And I'm kinda ticked off about it." Why can't I remember anything?

[bleached-blond-bitch]

"Sure..." Draco narrowed his eyes, considering blackmail for a moment before remembering what had just happened. "Well, listen, you seem fine now, and I'd quite like to get out of here, so can we pretend that nothing ever happened? I won't tell anybody I caught you out after curfew if you don't say anything about. You know."

He cleared his throat awkwardly.

"And, for the record, I panicked."

[prongs--jr]

"So.. you didn't actually mean to do that..?" Harry asks. He kind of liked it, despite how lost and confused he was the whole time.

[bleached-blond-bitch]

"I..." Draco opens his mouth and then closes it again. Did he mean to do that? "Honestly? I don't know. Can we please, please, just get out of her? I feel like my head's going to explode."

[prongs--jr]

You're not alone in that. Harry had a splitting headache, but he needed to be sure.

"Hit me if you need," Harry states, then steps forward and initiates a kiss, one hand on Draco's waist, pulling him closer, and the resting on Draco's shoulder; they hold like this in the movies, right?

[bleached-blond-bitch]

Draco considers leaning into it for a moment before pushing Harry away again.

"Harry, for fuck's sake, I said I wanted to get out of here. Not... this. Not now, anyway."

He looked away again.

"Sorry."

[prongs--jr]

"Sorry, I.." He stops, looking at Draco, "I just needed to be sure how I.." He sighs and looks away, ashamed.

"You can go, I'm sorry. Please don't speak of this to anyone."

[bleached-blond-bitch]

"No, I get it, I don't really know..." he trails off. "Yeah. See you."

[prongs--jr]

He looks over to Draco, who hasn't moved yet after a whole minute. "Are you going to go?" Okay, maybe he was here for a reason before I got here? Once again, how did I get here?

[bleached-blond-bitch]

“After you.” Draco gestures to the door.

[prongs--jr]

Stay.

What the fuck was that?

"Uhm, yeah. Sure." Harry walks to the door and holds it open, gesturing for Draco to go. "Ladies first," He says, smirking.

[bleached-blond-bitch]

Draco considers a snarky remark before realising that it could wait. he’s too tired for that, anyhow.

[prongs--jr]

Harry follows Draco out, then starts walking back to his dorm, but looks over his shoulder a few times to make sure Draco actually returns to his dorm.

[bleached-blond-bitch]

Draco walks with him, occasionally falling behind but then catch up again when he notices Harry looking. It can wait.

[prongs--jr]

Harry approaches the stairs to leave the dungeons, and turns to look at Draco, "See you in class. Remember, not a word to anyone. No one in your dorm tonight gets told anything. Sleep well I guess."

[bleached-blond-bitch]

Draco hesitated for a moment.

“Right. Not a soul.”

[prongs--jr]

Harry is walking through the dungeons towards the potions storage cabinets. Voldemort didn't know where the cloak was, because the dumb kid misplaced it; or maybe lent it to that Weasley kid, but he had to get this shit done, regardless of risk.

He snuck into the potions classroom to get the ingredients, only to find another student already there. Lucius' son.

@bleached-blond-bitch

[bleached-blond-bitch]

Draco stopped dead in his tracks at the sound of Harry's footsteps, slowly turning round to face him. His facial expression did not read 'pleased to see you'.

"Hey." He said, after a long pause. His voice sounded strange in the empty classroom.

[prongs--jr]

Harry has mixed feelings for this child, Voldemort knows that. Voldemort does not want to speak to the child, because he will likely get shit wrong and raise suspicions. Should he give Harry control back? No, that would likely overcomplicate things more. Best take the chance

"What are you doing here, Malfoy?" Voldemort asks, glaring slightly; that's how Harry does it right? These expressions feel right at least.

[bleached-blond-bitch]

"I could ask you the same," Malfoy replies, shifting his weight from one foot to the other. Something in the way he says it is overly haughty, as though he's trying to hide a telltale tremble of nerves.

[prongs--jr]

Screw this kid, he doesn't have time for this. Voldemort walks over to the potions cabinet and just starts grabbing what he needs, he could care less what this child thinks.

Draco is creeped out. The way Harry is looking at him is.. wrong somehow. And ignoring him? That's new. And the way he moves doesn't feel like Harry..

[bleached-blond-bitch]

"Harry, what the hell are you doing? I get it if you don't want to talk to me, I was..." he trails off. "I was winding you up on purpose earlier, okay, but it's still not like you to just storm in here and ignore me."

Draco finishes talking with a deep breath- he's not sure if it's from the nervousness of talking to Harry, the fact that he's putting a lot more cards on the table than what he's used to, or because of the weird look in Harry's eyes..

[prongs--jr]

"I didn't come here to find you then ignore you on purpose. Stop making yourself the center of everyone's life. You don't matter that much."

Was that too much out of character for Harry? Maybe. Not his problem though, just grab the ingredients.

[bleached-blond-bitch]

"Why are you here, then?" Draco didn't like the way the words came out. He wanted to sound harsh, aloof- give Harry a taste of his own medicine, so to speak. But they sounded too... sincere. Like, for a second, Draco cared why Harry was here.

[prongs--jr]

"Not everything must be your business, but if you used your eyes, you would see I'm grabbing potion ingredients. For what? Once again, none of your business. So, run along and carry about your day Malfoy."

The way Harry said Malfoy, it was different than normal. Everything about Harry seemed odd. Harry's a good kid, but he's stealing half of the potions cabinet.

[bleached-blond-bitch]

Who gave him the right to talk to him like that?

"Harry." Again, the word sounded wrong. Draco took a few echoing steps across the classroom, standing near enough to Harry to make him wonder whether the other boy could hear his heart hammering in his chest. "Harry, for fuck's sake, you never avoid an opportunity to prove that you're superior to me, and you definitely don't run around at night breaking into potions cabinets. Something's going on, and if you don't start acting like yourself, I am going to slap you."

Another deep breath. Malfoy, what are you doing??

[prongs--jr]

This child is so annoying.

Voldemort side eyes Draco, then turns to face him. "What I am doing, is none of your business. You are correct that I am superior to you, but that is nothing I have to prove, since it is so clearly obvious. You," he puts his hand to Draco's chest, then pushes him back, "just keep to yourself and stay out of my way."

Red. Draco knew Harry's eyes. He stared at a lot of news paper clippings and photos, though he would never admit it. Harry's green emerald eyes do not have red undertones to them.

[bleached-blond-bitch]

Draco's heart briefly skipped a beat from the proximity, the hand on his chest, before he noticed the jarring eye colour. Red? This... this is not right. Something's really, really, not right here.

"Fuck's sake, Harry!" Draco said, finally realising that something had to be done. He grabbed Harry's wrist, hard, before he had the chance to change his mind. "You don't talk like that and you don't push me away, and you definitely don't do things like this."

Draco hesitated after that. He wasn't sure whether he wanted to slap him, kiss him, or drag him to the headmaster's office...

[prongs--jr]

This kid has spunk. Once I get my body back, I'll definitely make sure I have this one; he's got his mother's spine.

"Let go of me Malfoy. Once again, this is all none of your business. Let go of me now." Voldemort pulls trying to loosen himself, but Draco has a strong grip.

[bleached-blond-bitch]

"Harry." Draco looks into his eyes, repeating the name one last time. Like that's going to help. "Harry, please, listen- ok, no, I'm not- ugh."

The words all seem to be tripping over themselves- Draco isn't sure what to say, how to act, what to do.

"Just- forgive me, okay?"

In one fluid movement, Draco lets go of Harry's wrist and takes him by the face instead. Before he can have a second thought- nope, too late for that, all the thoughts are happening at once- he presses his lips against his and closes his eyes. Don't kill me. Please, just, stop acting like a stranger...

[prongs--jr]

Oh fuck this, fuck no. I'm out, god ew- fucking hell.

Harry opened his eyes and saw he was looking right at Malfoy. Not just looking at Malfoy, kissing Malfoy. He had a massive headache. Did he black out? Why is Draco kissing him-

He's honestly too shocked to do anything, but then Draco pulls away from Harry. "Malfoy.." He just stares, his mouth agape. How do I even respond to that? He initiated it, right? Or did I- how did I even get down here?

[bleached-blond-bitch]

Draco takes a step back. He looks away- looks at the ceiling, the floor, that stupid curl in Potter's hair right by his eye- no, nope, don't, just... fuck.

Say something witty. Or dumb. Or get out of here.

"Glad you're looking like a confused fish again," he mumbles, still not meeting Harry's eyes. It's cringey, but it really does feel like his heart is beating a million miles per hour. Holy fucking shit.

[prongs--jr]

"Confused fish..?" Harry asks, still very bewildered. "You're right, I'm very confused; what the hell was that, Malfoy?"

[bleached-blond-bitch]

"I just... Idon'tknow. Sorry." He trails off, now looking rather apologetic. "Wait- no- you were the one acting strange. Why are you even in here?"

[prongs--jr]

"I-" Okay, answer this in a way that doesn't make you sound like a weirdo. But why was I here- How did I get here? Okay, I'm holding potion ingredients and sneaking around apparently since it's late. "Assignment. I needed ingredients for a potion project I forgot about. And I'm kinda ticked off about it." Why can't I remember anything?

[bleached-blond-bitch]

"Sure..." Draco narrowed his eyes, considering blackmail for a moment before remembering what had just happened. "Well, listen, you seem fine now, and I'd quite like to get out of here, so can we pretend that nothing ever happened? I won't tell anybody I caught you out after curfew if you don't say anything about. You know."

He cleared his throat awkwardly.

"And, for the record, I panicked."

[prongs--jr]

"So.. you didn't actually mean to do that..?" Harry asks. He kind of liked it, despite how lost and confused he was the whole time.

[bleached-blond-bitch]

"I..." Draco opens his mouth and then closes it again. Did he mean to do that? "Honestly? I don't know. Can we please, please, just get out of her? I feel like my head's going to explode."

[prongs--jr]

You're not alone in that. Harry had a splitting headache, but he needed to be sure.

"Hit me if you need," Harry states, then steps forward and initiates a kiss, one hand on Draco's waist, pulling him closer, and the resting on Draco's shoulder; they hold like this in the movies, right?

[bleached-blond-bitch]

Draco considers leaning into it for a moment before pushing Harry away again.

"Harry, for fuck's sake, I said I wanted to get out of here. Not... this. Not now, anyway."

He looked away again.

"Sorry."

[prongs--jr]

"Sorry, I.." He stops, looking at Draco, "I just needed to be sure how I.." He sighs and looks away, ashamed.

"You can go, I'm sorry. Please don't speak of this to anyone."

[bleached-blond-bitch]

"No, I get it, I don't really know..." he trails off. "Yeah. See you."

[prongs--jr]

He looks over to Draco, who hasn't moved yet after a whole minute. "Are you going to go?" Okay, maybe he was here for a reason before I got here? Once again, how did I get here?

[bleached-blond-bitch]

“After you.” Draco gestures to the door.

[prongs--jr]

Stay.

What the fuck was that?

"Uhm, yeah. Sure." Harry walks to the door and holds it open, gesturing for Draco to go. "Ladies first," He says, smirking.

[bleached-blond-bitch]

Draco considers a snarky remark before realising that it could wait. he’s too tired for that, anyhow.

[prongs--jr]

Harry follows Draco out, then starts walking back to his dorm, but looks over his shoulder a few times to make sure Draco actually returns to his dorm.

[bleached-blond-bitch]

Draco walks with him, occasionally falling behind but then catch up again when he notices Harry looking. It can wait.

[prongs--jr]

Harry is walking through the dungeons towards the potions storage cabinets. Voldemort didn't know where the cloak was, because the dumb kid misplaced it; or maybe lent it to that Weasley kid, but he had to get this shit done, regardless of risk.

He snuck into the potions classroom to get the ingredients, only to find another student already there. Lucius' son.

@bleached-blond-bitch

[bleached-blond-bitch]

Draco stopped dead in his tracks at the sound of Harry's footsteps, slowly turning round to face him. His facial expression did not read 'pleased to see you'.

"Hey." He said, after a long pause. His voice sounded strange in the empty classroom.

[prongs--jr]

Harry has mixed feelings for this child, Voldemort knows that. Voldemort does not want to speak to the child, because he will likely get shit wrong and raise suspicions. Should he give Harry control back? No, that would likely overcomplicate things more. Best take the chance

"What are you doing here, Malfoy?" Voldemort asks, glaring slightly; that's how Harry does it right? These expressions feel right at least.

[bleached-blond-bitch]

"I could ask you the same," Malfoy replies, shifting his weight from one foot to the other. Something in the way he says it is overly haughty, as though he's trying to hide a telltale tremble of nerves.

[prongs--jr]

Screw this kid, he doesn't have time for this. Voldemort walks over to the potions cabinet and just starts grabbing what he needs, he could care less what this child thinks.

Draco is creeped out. The way Harry is looking at him is.. wrong somehow. And ignoring him? That's new. And the way he moves doesn't feel like Harry..

[bleached-blond-bitch]

"Harry, what the hell are you doing? I get it if you don't want to talk to me, I was..." he trails off. "I was winding you up on purpose earlier, okay, but it's still not like you to just storm in here and ignore me."

Draco finishes talking with a deep breath- he's not sure if it's from the nervousness of talking to Harry, the fact that he's putting a lot more cards on the table than what he's used to, or because of the weird look in Harry's eyes..

[prongs--jr]

"I didn't come here to find you then ignore you on purpose. Stop making yourself the center of everyone's life. You don't matter that much."

Was that too much out of character for Harry? Maybe. Not his problem though, just grab the ingredients.

[bleached-blond-bitch]

"Why are you here, then?" Draco didn't like the way the words came out. He wanted to sound harsh, aloof- give Harry a taste of his own medicine, so to speak. But they sounded too... sincere. Like, for a second, Draco cared why Harry was here.

[prongs--jr]

"Not everything must be your business, but if you used your eyes, you would see I'm grabbing potion ingredients. For what? Once again, none of your business. So, run along and carry about your day Malfoy."

The way Harry said Malfoy, it was different than normal. Everything about Harry seemed odd. Harry's a good kid, but he's stealing half of the potions cabinet.

[bleached-blond-bitch]

Who gave him the right to talk to him like that?

"Harry." Again, the word sounded wrong. Draco took a few echoing steps across the classroom, standing near enough to Harry to make him wonder whether the other boy could hear his heart hammering in his chest. "Harry, for fuck's sake, you never avoid an opportunity to prove that you're superior to me, and you definitely don't run around at night breaking into potions cabinets. Something's going on, and if you don't start acting like yourself, I am going to slap you."

Another deep breath. Malfoy, what are you doing??

[prongs--jr]

This child is so annoying.

Voldemort side eyes Draco, then turns to face him. "What I am doing, is none of your business. You are correct that I am superior to you, but that is nothing I have to prove, since it is so clearly obvious. You," he puts his hand to Draco's chest, then pushes him back, "just keep to yourself and stay out of my way."

Red. Draco knew Harry's eyes. He stared at a lot of news paper clippings and photos, though he would never admit it. Harry's green emerald eyes do not have red undertones to them.

[bleached-blond-bitch]

Draco's heart briefly skipped a beat from the proximity, the hand on his chest, before he noticed the jarring eye colour. Red? This... this is not right. Something's really, really, not right here.

"Fuck's sake, Harry!" Draco said, finally realising that something had to be done. He grabbed Harry's wrist, hard, before he had the chance to change his mind. "You don't talk like that and you don't push me away, and you definitely don't do things like this."

Draco hesitated after that. He wasn't sure whether he wanted to slap him, kiss him, or drag him to the headmaster's office...

[prongs--jr]

This kid has spunk. Once I get my body back, I'll definitely make sure I have this one; he's got his mother's spine.

"Let go of me Malfoy. Once again, this is all none of your business. Let go of me now." Voldemort pulls trying to loosen himself, but Draco has a strong grip.

[bleached-blond-bitch]

"Harry." Draco looks into his eyes, repeating the name one last time. Like that's going to help. "Harry, please, listen- ok, no, I'm not- ugh."

The words all seem to be tripping over themselves- Draco isn't sure what to say, how to act, what to do.

"Just- forgive me, okay?"

In one fluid movement, Draco lets go of Harry's wrist and takes him by the face instead. Before he can have a second thought- nope, too late for that, all the thoughts are happening at once- he presses his lips against his and closes his eyes. Don't kill me. Please, just, stop acting like a stranger...

[prongs--jr]

Oh fuck this, fuck no. I'm out, god ew- fucking hell.

Harry opened his eyes and saw he was looking right at Malfoy. Not just looking at Malfoy, kissing Malfoy. He had a massive headache. Did he black out? Why is Draco kissing him-

He's honestly too shocked to do anything, but then Draco pulls away from Harry. "Malfoy.." He just stares, his mouth agape. How do I even respond to that? He initiated it, right? Or did I- how did I even get down here?

[bleached-blond-bitch]

Draco takes a step back. He looks away- looks at the ceiling, the floor, that stupid curl in Potter's hair right by his eye- no, nope, don't, just... fuck.

Say something witty. Or dumb. Or get out of here.

"Glad you're looking like a confused fish again," he mumbles, still not meeting Harry's eyes. It's cringey, but it really does feel like his heart is beating a million miles per hour. Holy fucking shit.

[prongs--jr]

"Confused fish..?" Harry asks, still very bewildered. "You're right, I'm very confused; what the hell was that, Malfoy?"

[bleached-blond-bitch]

"I just... Idon'tknow. Sorry." He trails off, now looking rather apologetic. "Wait- no- you were the one acting strange. Why are you even in here?"

[prongs--jr]

"I-" Okay, answer this in a way that doesn't make you sound like a weirdo. But why was I here- How did I get here? Okay, I'm holding potion ingredients and sneaking around apparently since it's late. "Assignment. I needed ingredients for a potion project I forgot about. And I'm kinda ticked off about it." Why can't I remember anything?

[bleached-blond-bitch]

"Sure..." Draco narrowed his eyes, considering blackmail for a moment before remembering what had just happened. "Well, listen, you seem fine now, and I'd quite like to get out of here, so can we pretend that nothing ever happened? I won't tell anybody I caught you out after curfew if you don't say anything about. You know."

He cleared his throat awkwardly.

"And, for the record, I panicked."

[prongs--jr]

"So.. you didn't actually mean to do that..?" Harry asks. He kind of liked it, despite how lost and confused he was the whole time.

[bleached-blond-bitch]

"I..." Draco opens his mouth and then closes it again. Did he mean to do that? "Honestly? I don't know. Can we please, please, just get out of her? I feel like my head's going to explode."

[prongs--jr]

You're not alone in that. Harry had a splitting headache, but he needed to be sure.

"Hit me if you need," Harry states, then steps forward and initiates a kiss, one hand on Draco's waist, pulling him closer, and the resting on Draco's shoulder; they hold like this in the movies, right?

[bleached-blond-bitch]

Draco considers leaning into it for a moment before pushing Harry away again.

"Harry, for fuck's sake, I said I wanted to get out of here. Not... this. Not now, anyway."

He looked away again.

"Sorry."

[prongs--jr]

"Sorry, I.." He stops, looking at Draco, "I just needed to be sure how I.." He sighs and looks away, ashamed.

"You can go, I'm sorry. Please don't speak of this to anyone."

[bleached-blond-bitch]

"No, I get it, I don't really know..." he trails off. "Yeah. See you."

[prongs--jr]

He looks over to Draco, who hasn't moved yet after a whole minute. "Are you going to go?" Okay, maybe he was here for a reason before I got here? Once again, how did I get here?

[bleached-blond-bitch]

“After you.” Draco gestures to the door.

[prongs--jr]

Stay.

What the fuck was that?

"Uhm, yeah. Sure." Harry walks to the door and holds it open, gesturing for Draco to go. "Ladies first," He says, smirking.

[bleached-blond-bitch]

Draco considers a snarky remark before realising that it could wait. he’s too tired for that, anyhow.

[prongs--jr]

Harry is walking through the dungeons towards the potions storage cabinets. Voldemort didn't know where the cloak was, because the dumb kid misplaced it; or maybe lent it to that Weasley kid, but he had to get this shit done, regardless of risk.

He snuck into the potions classroom to get the ingredients, only to find another student already there. Lucius' son.

@bleached-blond-bitch

[bleached-blond-bitch]

Draco stopped dead in his tracks at the sound of Harry's footsteps, slowly turning round to face him. His facial expression did not read 'pleased to see you'.

"Hey." He said, after a long pause. His voice sounded strange in the empty classroom.

[prongs--jr]

Harry has mixed feelings for this child, Voldemort knows that. Voldemort does not want to speak to the child, because he will likely get shit wrong and raise suspicions. Should he give Harry control back? No, that would likely overcomplicate things more. Best take the chance

"What are you doing here, Malfoy?" Voldemort asks, glaring slightly; that's how Harry does it right? These expressions feel right at least.

[bleached-blond-bitch]

"I could ask you the same," Malfoy replies, shifting his weight from one foot to the other. Something in the way he says it is overly haughty, as though he's trying to hide a telltale tremble of nerves.

[prongs--jr]

Screw this kid, he doesn't have time for this. Voldemort walks over to the potions cabinet and just starts grabbing what he needs, he could care less what this child thinks.

Draco is creeped out. The way Harry is looking at him is.. wrong somehow. And ignoring him? That's new. And the way he moves doesn't feel like Harry..

[bleached-blond-bitch]

"Harry, what the hell are you doing? I get it if you don't want to talk to me, I was..." he trails off. "I was winding you up on purpose earlier, okay, but it's still not like you to just storm in here and ignore me."

Draco finishes talking with a deep breath- he's not sure if it's from the nervousness of talking to Harry, the fact that he's putting a lot more cards on the table than what he's used to, or because of the weird look in Harry's eyes..

[prongs--jr]

"I didn't come here to find you then ignore you on purpose. Stop making yourself the center of everyone's life. You don't matter that much."

Was that too much out of character for Harry? Maybe. Not his problem though, just grab the ingredients.

[bleached-blond-bitch]

"Why are you here, then?" Draco didn't like the way the words came out. He wanted to sound harsh, aloof- give Harry a taste of his own medicine, so to speak. But they sounded too... sincere. Like, for a second, Draco cared why Harry was here.

[prongs--jr]

"Not everything must be your business, but if you used your eyes, you would see I'm grabbing potion ingredients. For what? Once again, none of your business. So, run along and carry about your day Malfoy."

The way Harry said Malfoy, it was different than normal. Everything about Harry seemed odd. Harry's a good kid, but he's stealing half of the potions cabinet.

[bleached-blond-bitch]

Who gave him the right to talk to him like that?

"Harry." Again, the word sounded wrong. Draco took a few echoing steps across the classroom, standing near enough to Harry to make him wonder whether the other boy could hear his heart hammering in his chest. "Harry, for fuck's sake, you never avoid an opportunity to prove that you're superior to me, and you definitely don't run around at night breaking into potions cabinets. Something's going on, and if you don't start acting like yourself, I am going to slap you."

Another deep breath. Malfoy, what are you doing??

[prongs--jr]

This child is so annoying.

Voldemort side eyes Draco, then turns to face him. "What I am doing, is none of your business. You are correct that I am superior to you, but that is nothing I have to prove, since it is so clearly obvious. You," he puts his hand to Draco's chest, then pushes him back, "just keep to yourself and stay out of my way."

Red. Draco knew Harry's eyes. He stared at a lot of news paper clippings and photos, though he would never admit it. Harry's green emerald eyes do not have red undertones to them.

[bleached-blond-bitch]

Draco's heart briefly skipped a beat from the proximity, the hand on his chest, before he noticed the jarring eye colour. Red? This... this is not right. Something's really, really, not right here.

"Fuck's sake, Harry!" Draco said, finally realising that something had to be done. He grabbed Harry's wrist, hard, before he had the chance to change his mind. "You don't talk like that and you don't push me away, and you definitely don't do things like this."

Draco hesitated after that. He wasn't sure whether he wanted to slap him, kiss him, or drag him to the headmaster's office...

[prongs--jr]

This kid has spunk. Once I get my body back, I'll definitely make sure I have this one; he's got his mother's spine.

"Let go of me Malfoy. Once again, this is all none of your business. Let go of me now." Voldemort pulls trying to loosen himself, but Draco has a strong grip.

[bleached-blond-bitch]

"Harry." Draco looks into his eyes, repeating the name one last time. Like that's going to help. "Harry, please, listen- ok, no, I'm not- ugh."

The words all seem to be tripping over themselves- Draco isn't sure what to say, how to act, what to do.

"Just- forgive me, okay?"

In one fluid movement, Draco lets go of Harry's wrist and takes him by the face instead. Before he can have a second thought- nope, too late for that, all the thoughts are happening at once- he presses his lips against his and closes his eyes. Don't kill me. Please, just, stop acting like a stranger...

[prongs--jr]

Oh fuck this, fuck no. I'm out, god ew- fucking hell.

Harry opened his eyes and saw he was looking right at Malfoy. Not just looking at Malfoy, kissing Malfoy. He had a massive headache. Did he black out? Why is Draco kissing him-

He's honestly too shocked to do anything, but then Draco pulls away from Harry. "Malfoy.." He just stares, his mouth agape. How do I even respond to that? He initiated it, right? Or did I- how did I even get down here?

[bleached-blond-bitch]

Draco takes a step back. He looks away- looks at the ceiling, the floor, that stupid curl in Potter's hair right by his eye- no, nope, don't, just... fuck.

Say something witty. Or dumb. Or get out of here.

"Glad you're looking like a confused fish again," he mumbles, still not meeting Harry's eyes. It's cringey, but it really does feel like his heart is beating a million miles per hour. Holy fucking shit.

[prongs--jr]

"Confused fish..?" Harry asks, still very bewildered. "You're right, I'm very confused; what the hell was that, Malfoy?"

[bleached-blond-bitch]

"I just... Idon'tknow. Sorry." He trails off, now looking rather apologetic. "Wait- no- you were the one acting strange. Why are you even in here?"

[prongs--jr]

"I-" Okay, answer this in a way that doesn't make you sound like a weirdo. But why was I here- How did I get here? Okay, I'm holding potion ingredients and sneaking around apparently since it's late. "Assignment. I needed ingredients for a potion project I forgot about. And I'm kinda ticked off about it." Why can't I remember anything?

[bleached-blond-bitch]

"Sure..." Draco narrowed his eyes, considering blackmail for a moment before remembering what had just happened. "Well, listen, you seem fine now, and I'd quite like to get out of here, so can we pretend that nothing ever happened? I won't tell anybody I caught you out after curfew if you don't say anything about. You know."

He cleared his throat awkwardly.

"And, for the record, I panicked."

[prongs--jr]

"So.. you didn't actually mean to do that..?" Harry asks. He kind of liked it, despite how lost and confused he was the whole time.

[bleached-blond-bitch]

"I..." Draco opens his mouth and then closes it again. Did he mean to do that? "Honestly? I don't know. Can we please, please, just get out of her? I feel like my head's going to explode."

[prongs--jr]

You're not alone in that. Harry had a splitting headache, but he needed to be sure.

"Hit me if you need," Harry states, then steps forward and initiates a kiss, one hand on Draco's waist, pulling him closer, and the resting on Draco's shoulder; they hold like this in the movies, right?

[bleached-blond-bitch]

Draco considers leaning into it for a moment before pushing Harry away again.

"Harry, for fuck's sake, I said I wanted to get out of here. Not... this. Not now, anyway."

He looked away again.

"Sorry."

[prongs--jr]

"Sorry, I.." He stops, looking at Draco, "I just needed to be sure how I.." He sighs and looks away, ashamed.

"You can go, I'm sorry. Please don't speak of this to anyone."

[bleached-blond-bitch]

"No, I get it, I don't really know..." he trails off. "Yeah. See you."

[prongs--jr]

He looks over to Draco, who hasn't moved yet after a whole minute. "Are you going to go?" Okay, maybe he was here for a reason before I got here? Once again, how did I get here?

[bleached-blond-bitch]

“After you.” Draco gestures to the door.

[prongs--jr]

Harry is walking through the dungeons towards the potions storage cabinets. Voldemort didn't know where the cloak was, because the dumb kid misplaced it; or maybe lent it to that Weasley kid, but he had to get this shit done, regardless of risk.

He snuck into the potions classroom to get the ingredients, only to find another student already there. Lucius' son.

@bleached-blond-bitch

[bleached-blond-bitch]

Draco stopped dead in his tracks at the sound of Harry's footsteps, slowly turning round to face him. His facial expression did not read 'pleased to see you'.

"Hey." He said, after a long pause. His voice sounded strange in the empty classroom.

[prongs--jr]

Harry has mixed feelings for this child, Voldemort knows that. Voldemort does not want to speak to the child, because he will likely get shit wrong and raise suspicions. Should he give Harry control back? No, that would likely overcomplicate things more. Best take the chance

"What are you doing here, Malfoy?" Voldemort asks, glaring slightly; that's how Harry does it right? These expressions feel right at least.

[bleached-blond-bitch]

"I could ask you the same," Malfoy replies, shifting his weight from one foot to the other. Something in the way he says it is overly haughty, as though he's trying to hide a telltale tremble of nerves.

[prongs--jr]

Screw this kid, he doesn't have time for this. Voldemort walks over to the potions cabinet and just starts grabbing what he needs, he could care less what this child thinks.

Draco is creeped out. The way Harry is looking at him is.. wrong somehow. And ignoring him? That's new. And the way he moves doesn't feel like Harry..

[bleached-blond-bitch]

"Harry, what the hell are you doing? I get it if you don't want to talk to me, I was..." he trails off. "I was winding you up on purpose earlier, okay, but it's still not like you to just storm in here and ignore me."

Draco finishes talking with a deep breath- he's not sure if it's from the nervousness of talking to Harry, the fact that he's putting a lot more cards on the table than what he's used to, or because of the weird look in Harry's eyes..

[prongs--jr]

"I didn't come here to find you then ignore you on purpose. Stop making yourself the center of everyone's life. You don't matter that much."

Was that too much out of character for Harry? Maybe. Not his problem though, just grab the ingredients.

[bleached-blond-bitch]

"Why are you here, then?" Draco didn't like the way the words came out. He wanted to sound harsh, aloof- give Harry a taste of his own medicine, so to speak. But they sounded too... sincere. Like, for a second, Draco cared why Harry was here.

[prongs--jr]

"Not everything must be your business, but if you used your eyes, you would see I'm grabbing potion ingredients. For what? Once again, none of your business. So, run along and carry about your day Malfoy."

The way Harry said Malfoy, it was different than normal. Everything about Harry seemed odd. Harry's a good kid, but he's stealing half of the potions cabinet.

[bleached-blond-bitch]

Who gave him the right to talk to him like that?

"Harry." Again, the word sounded wrong. Draco took a few echoing steps across the classroom, standing near enough to Harry to make him wonder whether the other boy could hear his heart hammering in his chest. "Harry, for fuck's sake, you never avoid an opportunity to prove that you're superior to me, and you definitely don't run around at night breaking into potions cabinets. Something's going on, and if you don't start acting like yourself, I am going to slap you."

Another deep breath. Malfoy, what are you doing??

[prongs--jr]

This child is so annoying.

Voldemort side eyes Draco, then turns to face him. "What I am doing, is none of your business. You are correct that I am superior to you, but that is nothing I have to prove, since it is so clearly obvious. You," he puts his hand to Draco's chest, then pushes him back, "just keep to yourself and stay out of my way."

Red. Draco knew Harry's eyes. He stared at a lot of news paper clippings and photos, though he would never admit it. Harry's green emerald eyes do not have red undertones to them.

[bleached-blond-bitch]

Draco's heart briefly skipped a beat from the proximity, the hand on his chest, before he noticed the jarring eye colour. Red? This... this is not right. Something's really, really, not right here.

"Fuck's sake, Harry!" Draco said, finally realising that something had to be done. He grabbed Harry's wrist, hard, before he had the chance to change his mind. "You don't talk like that and you don't push me away, and you definitely don't do things like this."

Draco hesitated after that. He wasn't sure whether he wanted to slap him, kiss him, or drag him to the headmaster's office...

[prongs--jr]

This kid has spunk. Once I get my body back, I'll definitely make sure I have this one; he's got his mother's spine.

"Let go of me Malfoy. Once again, this is all none of your business. Let go of me now." Voldemort pulls trying to loosen himself, but Draco has a strong grip.

[bleached-blond-bitch]

"Harry." Draco looks into his eyes, repeating the name one last time. Like that's going to help. "Harry, please, listen- ok, no, I'm not- ugh."

The words all seem to be tripping over themselves- Draco isn't sure what to say, how to act, what to do.

"Just- forgive me, okay?"

In one fluid movement, Draco lets go of Harry's wrist and takes him by the face instead. Before he can have a second thought- nope, too late for that, all the thoughts are happening at once- he presses his lips against his and closes his eyes. Don't kill me. Please, just, stop acting like a stranger...

[prongs--jr]

Oh fuck this, fuck no. I'm out, god ew- fucking hell.

Harry opened his eyes and saw he was looking right at Malfoy. Not just looking at Malfoy, kissing Malfoy. He had a massive headache. Did he black out? Why is Draco kissing him-

He's honestly too shocked to do anything, but then Draco pulls away from Harry. "Malfoy.." He just stares, his mouth agape. How do I even respond to that? He initiated it, right? Or did I- how did I even get down here?

[bleached-blond-bitch]

Draco takes a step back. He looks away- looks at the ceiling, the floor, that stupid curl in Potter's hair right by his eye- no, nope, don't, just... fuck.

Say something witty. Or dumb. Or get out of here.

"Glad you're looking like a confused fish again," he mumbles, still not meeting Harry's eyes. It's cringey, but it really does feel like his heart is beating a million miles per hour. Holy fucking shit.

[prongs--jr]

"Confused fish..?" Harry asks, still very bewildered. "You're right, I'm very confused; what the hell was that, Malfoy?"

[bleached-blond-bitch]

"I just... Idon'tknow. Sorry." He trails off, now looking rather apologetic. "Wait- no- you were the one acting strange. Why are you even in here?"

[prongs--jr]

"I-" Okay, answer this in a way that doesn't make you sound like a weirdo. But why was I here- How did I get here? Okay, I'm holding potion ingredients and sneaking around apparently since it's late. "Assignment. I needed ingredients for a potion project I forgot about. And I'm kinda ticked off about it." Why can't I remember anything?

[bleached-blond-bitch]

"Sure..." Draco narrowed his eyes, considering blackmail for a moment before remembering what had just happened. "Well, listen, you seem fine now, and I'd quite like to get out of here, so can we pretend that nothing ever happened? I won't tell anybody I caught you out after curfew if you don't say anything about. You know."

He cleared his throat awkwardly.

"And, for the record, I panicked."

[prongs--jr]

"So.. you didn't actually mean to do that..?" Harry asks. He kind of liked it, despite how lost and confused he was the whole time.

[bleached-blond-bitch]

"I..." Draco opens his mouth and then closes it again. Did he mean to do that? "Honestly? I don't know. Can we please, please, just get out of her? I feel like my head's going to explode."

[prongs--jr]

You're not alone in that. Harry had a splitting headache, but he needed to be sure.

"Hit me if you need," Harry states, then steps forward and initiates a kiss, one hand on Draco's waist, pulling him closer, and the resting on Draco's shoulder; they hold like this in the movies, right?

[bleached-blond-bitch]

Draco considers leaning into it for a moment before pushing Harry away again.

"Harry, for fuck's sake, I said I wanted to get out of here. Not... this. Not now, anyway."

He looked away again.

"Sorry."

[prongs--jr]

"Sorry, I.." He stops, looking at Draco, "I just needed to be sure how I.." He sighs and looks away, ashamed.

"You can go, I'm sorry. Please don't speak of this to anyone."

[bleached-blond-bitch]

"No, I get it, I don't really know..." he trails off. "Yeah. See you."