Muggle au where drarry are rivals in school but then start sleeping together when theyâre assigned a project together. Are these... feelings? What is this jealousy? Why do I suddenly want to kiss you in front of everyone?
Draco narrows his eyes; Potter is laughing with the Weaslette in the other side of the classroom, and itâs none of his business, it really isnât, except he canât quite bring himself to look away.
âI can hear you grinding your teeth.â Granger and him arenât friends, not really, but they have a tendency to stick their noses in each otherâs business; it had started as a competition for the highest grade in the class, and now - well, now Draco doesnât know what they are, but they know things about each other. âDo you have feelings for Harry?â
âExcuse me?â He turns his glare on her, and Granger ignores it; his glare has an effect on everyone - even the unbearable Golden boy, because, even if it doesnât scare him, it angers him, which is the next best thing - but Granger has become immune to it because of how often they are around each other.
âYou heard me,â Granger says, unimpressed, cocking an eyebrow and crossing her arms. Theyâre being given time to work on a project the two of them finished weeks ago, so they have nothing to do.
Draco sneers. âYou think I-â
âI know youâre sleeping together.â
Dracoâs cheeks immediately turn crimson, and he feels the flush spreading down his neck, to his ears.
âDid he tell you?â he asks, mortified.
Granger gives a crooked grin, and she cocks her head. âYou just did.â
Draco opens his mouth to protest, and she holds up a hand.
âI had my suspicions,â she says. âI found silk pants in his room, and I know him. Harry would never spend that much money on underwear.â
Dracoâs flush intensifies; heâs not stupid enough to leave his clothes - and his pants, of all things - in Potterâs room, but the git had forgotten Granger and Weasley were coming over, and heâd shoved Draco into the bathroom before hastily making excuses to get them away from his room so Draco could sneak out.
Draco had sworn to himself heâd never sleep with the prat after that, but he doesnât seem to be very good at keeping his word. The project theyâd been assigned was finished over six months ago, and Draco has been in Potterâs bed - because the stupid prat lives alone - every other day since.
âI-â He doesnât know what excuse he could possibly use to defend himself.
âRelax.â Granger smirks as she leans back.âIâm not going to tell anyone. Why are you jealous, though?â
âIâm not jealous!â Draco says, too quickly for it to sound casual.Â
Granger scoffs. âYeah, right. You were looking at Ginny like you wanted to kill her.â
âI donât-â Thereâs a hand on his shoulder, squeezing, and he recognizes Potter without even looking back at him.Â
âMalfoy,â Potter says coolly, but thereâs something off about the way his jaw is clenched, and heâs slightly glaring at Granger. âHermione.â
âHarry.â Granger is smirking, and Draco is more than a little confused. âWhat brings you here?â
âI need to borrow Malfoy for a moment.â And without waiting for further confirmation, Potter grabs his wrist and drags him away; the bell rings just as theyâre walking through the classroom door, and Draco lets himself be lead before pulling away.
Potter looks back at him, confused, and Draco gives him an unimpressed look.
âPaying attention to me now?â he asks.Â
âIâm always-â he cuts himself off, looks away for a moment before he looks back at Draco. âWhat the hell are you talking about?â
Draco cocks an eyebrow. âThe Weaslette?â
Potter looks at him cluelessly for a moment, and then a smirk begins to tug at his lips; there are people walking around them, getting to their lockers, but Draco doesnât care about them.
âYouâre jealous of Gin?â Potter asks, still wearing that ridiculous smirk on his face.
Draco scoffs weakly, flush returning to his face. âYeah, right. I only mean to tell you that if you have a thing for redheads, you should stop wasting both of our time, because I am not dyeing my hair, and-â
âMalfoy,â Potter shakes his head and rolls his eyes. âShut up. And come to mine tonight.â
Draco scoffs, and pretends that that didnât just send a thrill through him. âI donât take orders from you.â
Potter leans in close to his ear. âIâll make it worth your time.â
And then heâs gone, before Draco can even react.
âYou look good like this.â Draco would rather not admit it, but he did go to Potterâs; heâs beginning to think eh might have an unhealthy addiction to the prat.
âLike what?â he asks, distractedly. Personally, he has no problem with being quiet, but Potter the git never stops talking, not even after sex. Not even during sex, but thatâs an entirely different story.
âFlushed.â Potter runs his fingers idly along Dracoâs collarbone. âHappy.â
Dracoâs flush brightens, and he wishes it werenât that obvious.
âIs that why you were all huffy this morning?â he asks absently. âWith Granger?â
Its only a half formed thought, really, but Potterâs fingers pause on his shoulder, and then pulls away, rolling his eyes.Â
Draco leans up on his elbow disbelievingly.Â
âOh my god,â he says. âWere you jealous because she made me blush?â
âNo,â Potter says petulantly.Â
Draco stares at him disbelievingly, and then lets out a laugh.
Potter glares at him. âSo what? You were jealous because I was talking to Ginny!â
âI was not!â Draco lies indignantly.
âRight,â Potter scoffs.
Dracoâs face flushes, in anger this time, and he gets up, beginning to pull his clothes on. âYouâre unbelievably self centered.â
âOh, coming from you?â Potter laughs.
âWeâre not doing this again,â Draco snaps.
Draco slams the door on his way out.
Itâs only been three days, but Draco feels the absence of his and Potterâs usual nights together keenly. Granger obviously knows something is going on, but she doesnât comment, and Draco doesnât explain.
On the third day, Draco walks into the classroom to see Potter and the Weaslette talking, again, standing even closer than the previous time, and he sees red.
He stomps over, grabs Potter by the front of his shirt, and presses their lips together.
There are catcalls and whistling from their classmates, and Draco pulls away, face burning when he realizes what heâs done.
He begins to walk away, but Potter grabs his wrist to stop him. The bastard is grinning.
âFinally,â he says, and Dracoâs about to tell him off, he really is, except Potter kisses him, this time, and Draco canât do much more than wrap his arms around Potterâs neck and kiss him back.
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