Muggle au where drarry are rivals in school but then start sleeping together when they’re 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 it’s none of his business, it really isn’t, except he can’t quite bring himself to look away.
“I can hear you grinding your teeth.” Granger and him aren’t friends, not really, but they have a tendency to stick their noses in each other’s business; it had started as a competition for the highest grade in the class, and now - well, now Draco doesn’t know what they are, but they know things about each other. “Do you have feelings for Harry?”
“Excuse me?” 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 doesn’t 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.
“You heard me,” Granger says, unimpressed, cocking an eyebrow and crossing her arms. They’re being given time to work on a project the two of them finished weeks ago, so they have nothing to do.
Draco sneers. “You think I-”
“I know you’re sleeping together.”
Draco’s cheeks immediately turn crimson, and he feels the flush spreading down his neck, to his ears.
“Did he tell you?” he asks, mortified.
Granger gives a crooked grin, and she cocks her head. “You just did.”
Draco opens his mouth to protest, and she holds up a hand.
“I had my suspicions,” she says. “I found silk pants in his room, and I know him. Harry would never spend that much money on underwear.”
Draco’s flush intensifies; he’s not stupid enough to leave his clothes - and his pants, of all things - in Potter’s room, but the git had forgotten Granger and Weasley were coming over, and he’d 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 he’d never sleep with the prat after that, but he doesn’t seem to be very good at keeping his word. The project they’d been assigned was finished over six months ago, and Draco has been in Potter’s bed - because the stupid prat lives alone - every other day since.
“I-” He doesn’t know what excuse he could possibly use to defend himself.
“Relax.” Granger smirks as she leans back.”I’m not going to tell anyone. Why are you jealous, though?”
“I’m not jealous!” Draco says, too quickly for it to sound casual.
Granger scoffs. “Yeah, right. You were looking at Ginny like you wanted to kill her.”
“I don’t-” There’s a hand on his shoulder, squeezing, and he recognizes Potter without even looking back at him.
“Malfoy,” Potter says coolly, but there’s something off about the way his jaw is clenched, and he’s slightly glaring at Granger. “Hermione.”
“Harry.” Granger is smirking, and Draco is more than a little confused. “What brings you here?”
“I need to borrow Malfoy for a moment.” And without waiting for further confirmation, Potter grabs his wrist and drags him away; the bell rings just as they’re 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.
“Paying attention to me now?” he asks.
“I’m always-” he cuts himself off, looks away for a moment before he looks back at Draco. “What the hell are you talking about?”
Draco cocks an eyebrow. “The Weaslette?”
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 doesn’t care about them.
“You’re jealous of Gin?” Potter asks, still wearing that ridiculous smirk on his face.
Draco scoffs weakly, flush returning to his face. “Yeah, 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-”
“Malfoy,” Potter shakes his head and rolls his eyes. “Shut up. And come to mine tonight.”
Draco scoffs, and pretends that that didn’t just send a thrill through him. “I don’t take orders from you.”
Potter leans in close to his ear. “I’ll make it worth your time.”
And then he’s gone, before Draco can even react.
“You look good like this.” Draco would rather not admit it, but he did go to Potter’s; he’s beginning to think eh might have an unhealthy addiction to the prat.
“Like what?” 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 that’s an entirely different story.
“Flushed.” Potter runs his fingers idly along Draco’s collarbone. “Happy.”
Draco’s flush brightens, and he wishes it weren’t that obvious.
“Is that why you were all huffy this morning?” he asks absently. “With Granger?”
Its only a half formed thought, really, but Potter’s fingers pause on his shoulder, and then pulls away, rolling his eyes.
Draco leans up on his elbow disbelievingly.
“Oh my god,” he says. “Were you jealous because she made me blush?”
“No,” Potter says petulantly.
Draco stares at him disbelievingly, and then lets out a laugh.
Potter glares at him. “So what? You were jealous because I was talking to Ginny!”
“I was not!” Draco lies indignantly.
Draco’s face flushes, in anger this time, and he gets up, beginning to pull his clothes on. “You’re unbelievably self centered.”
“Oh, coming from you?” Potter laughs.
“We’re not doing this again,” Draco snaps.
Draco slams the door on his way out.
It’s only been three days, but Draco feels the absence of his and Potter’s usual nights together keenly. Granger obviously knows something is going on, but she doesn’t comment, and Draco doesn’t 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 he’s done.
He begins to walk away, but Potter grabs his wrist to stop him. The bastard is grinning.
“Finally,” he says, and Draco’s about to tell him off, he really is, except Potter kisses him, this time, and Draco can’t do much more than wrap his arms around Potter’s neck and kiss him back.
---------------------------------------------------
If you enjoyed this, please consider buying me a kofi <3
vaporwave
blakekathryn
kianamaiart
izzy806
germansingergirl
romaincrisis
gummygunk
