Headcanon that all of the Hogwarts professors treat Draco and Harry as a couple. Harry will be missing from potions, and Professor Snape will immediately turn to Draco and ask, “Where the devil is Potter?” To which Draco will respond, “Why the hell would I know?” And Snape just raises his eyebrows as if to ask, “Don’t you?” And Draco will sigh and answer very dejectedly and abashedly, “Hospital wing.” Draco will be absent from transfiguration and Professor McGonagall will ask Harry, “Where on earth is Mister Malfoy this morning?” And Harry will blurt out, “He slept in and is running late, but he’ll be here in a few minutes.”, before McGonagall can even finish her sentence. It’s only much later in the night when he’s stalking Draco on the Marauders Map that he wonders why McGonagall asked him when Pansy Parkinson was sitting right there. After the war ends, it gets even worse. Not only do the professors act as if Harry and Draco are one entity, but their families start to pair them up as well. During Christmas with the Weasleys, Molly asks Harry, “Where’s Draco?” And Harry, albeit a little tired of this nonsense by now, grits out, “I didn’t invite him.” To which Molly inquires with the utmost look of confusion on her face, “Why not?” And then her face transforms into a look of pure horror as she thinks of the worst thing imaginable, “You two aren’t fighting, are you?” Harry explodes at this, “Of course we are! That’s all we ever do!” And Molly sighs with compassion, places a hand on his shoulder, and says, “Don’t be like that, dear. Even the best relationships go through rough patches. I’m sure you’ll make up.” Harry gives up right then and there. At Christmas with the Malfoys, Narcissa asks Draco questions to a similar degree, only their conversation ends with, “Draco, I demand you invite Harry over to Christmas Dinner this instant.” Needless to say, Draco and Harry spend Christmas together that year. After graduating their reinstated 7th year of Hogwarts, Draco decides to move to France to find work, and nobody questions when Harry alone takes Draco to his portkey that day. They say awkward goodbyes while agreeing to see each other for Christmas, and then without a thought at all they lean in for a quick kiss and both say, “Love you” as if they had been doing it all their lives. It takes them point five seconds to realize what has just happened, and then they look at each other with wide eyes and the shared sentiment of, “What the fuck was that!?” But then the initial shock is over and replaced by a courage they both needed. Harry takes a deep breath and says, “I don’t want you to move to France. I know McGonagall offered you the potions position, and I know the only reason you didn’t take it is because that means you’ll be working with me next year, and I think, I hope that’s because you feel something for me, and you don’t want to put yourself in an uncomfortable position because you think that I don’t feel the same, but I do, and… I want you to stay… with me.” And that’s how they both finally admit to themselves that they’ve been dating for the past five years.
