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Chapter Four: Potions
Rating: Teen and up
**Author’s Note: ** Drarry! :3 disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. All rights go to J.K Rowling, Warner Bros. and associated publishers. (HEY LOOK IT’S PART 5)
He didn’t have another class with Potter for the rest of the day- they only shared Potions, which both pleased Draco and endlessly infuriated him. Did he wink at me? He most definitely did not. Did he? Was that flirting? No.
Potter didn’t help, smirking at him in the halls, making sure to brush against him when walking by, even the way he greeted Draco during lunch.
“Malfoy,” He said, and it wasn’t a threat or a sneer or even a name, it was a delicate purr.
Draco had never been more confused in his entire life. Potter, of course, offered no explanation, simply swaggering away with a smirk. That was his thing, goddamnit, and if anyone was going to steal it, it sure as hell wouldn’t be Potter.
So it became that Draco Malfoy resolved that he would out-flirt Potter to the grave.
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“Malfoy, what the fuck are you doing?” Pansy’s voice ripped Draco out of his intense staring contest with Potter.
“I’m listening to Slughorn dither on about Amortentia, you?” He drawled lazily. “No, you’re not. You look like you’re mentally undressing Potter and I need you to stop right now,” She whined.
“Do I?” Draco looked over at her in surprise. “Good!”
“Good? Oh my lord, Draco, have you lost your marbles? Since when is intense eye-fucking your school ex-nemesis good?” Pansy was distraught- Draco could tell because she took out her ponytail then pulled it back up, making sure to smooth in all of the stray hairs that had come loose since the last time she fixed it.
“Because if you think that’s what I’m doing, maybe Potter will, too,” Draco said. Pansy stared at him, her eyes blank. Draco sighed. “I’m trying to out-flirt Potter.”
“What?” She yelped. When Potter turned back to look at her curiously, her lips disappeared into a thin line and she continued in a much quieter tone. “Why on earth would you do that?” She said in a hushed voice.
“He started it,” Draco said defensively. Pansy gave him a disapproving look and he relented, recounting the Potions class from a few days earlier and his actions since.
“Potter, though?” Pansy’s lips curled in disgust as they both looked at the back of Potter’s head. Draco fought back the warm, bubbly feeling that burst up in his chest as the tosser scratched the back of his head with his quill by rolling his eyes and scoffing.
“Idiot,” He said, although by the look on Pansy’s face, it sounded more affectionate then he had meant it.
“I don’t believe you,” Pansy said after a long moment of silence. “I refuse to believe that The Boy Who Lived Would-”
Two things happened that interrupted her:
1. Class was let out, causing the surrounding people to jump up, one of which bumped Pansy, who snapped, “Watch it!”
2. Harry freaking Potter walked over to their table and stopped in front of Malfoy.
“Enjoying yourself, Malfoy?” Every time Potter had said his name in the past three days had been laden with a sort of delicate purring emphasis, and his eyes would light up at the sight of Draco squirming.
Pansy made a stifled noise, and Draco could tell she was trying not to openly stare as Harry leaned over the desk and straightened Draco’s tye, his eyelashes brushing Draco’s cheekbones, he was so close. Harry’s mouth twisted into a smirk, and then he was gone.
Draco stood up, rounding on Pansy. “Now do you believe me?!”
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“Dude, the sexual tension is so thick I could cut it with a knife,” Blaise said.
“It is not!” Draco protested. “Lord have mercy, I am not actually flirting with The Golden Boy.”
“Sure. You should have seen the tie,” Pansy said, swooning slightly. “It was glorious.”
Draco cast a severe glare at her, but she simply grinned wickedly. Of course, Ron took that moment to stumble into the room he shared with Blaise, and Draco’s glare was turned to him instead.
“Woah, buddy, you could freeze over the Great Lake with that glare,” The Weasel said. “What’d I do to you?” He took a crisp from the bag he was holding and popped the whole thing into his mouth.
Draco blinked rapidly. “Did you just call me buddy?”
“Yep.” The Weasel gave him an unblinking stare before tossing himself onto his bed. “Warn me next time you bring your little snake mates over here,” He told Blaise, eating another crisp.
“Yeah, okay,” Blaise said, and apparently it’s a convincing enough lie, because Weasel nods once and eats another crisp.
“So, watcha guys talking about?” Weasel asked casually.
Pansy watched him carefully for a moment, her eyes glinting mischievously. She waited until the Weasel shoved another crisp in his mouth before saying, “Potter and Malfoy’s massive mutual crush on each other.”
Weasel choked on his crisp, pounding on his chest for a few moments before finally getting it down. “Bloody hell,” He said finally. Draco felt a twinge of smugness- at least somebody in the room would be on his side, even if it was the Weasel. “You don’t even know how glad I am to hear that someone else has noticed,” He said instead.
“Wha-” Draco falls off of his perch on Blaise’s bed, eliciting a roar of laughter from the surrounding teens.
“Did you see-” Pansy began, but the Weasel interrupted her.
“The tie,” He gasps, and the trio bursts into howls of laughter once more. Draco’s meek protests went unheard.
“I swear Potter’s eyelashes were touching him. Draco, were Potter’s eyelashes touching you?” Pansy demanded.
Draco gave her a long, calculating look. What the hell. They’re going to think it happened either way, he thought. “Yes,” He said in a clipped tone.
Pansy cheered. “I knew it!”
The Weasel laughed in delight. “And they way he says Malfoy-”
“-like he’s mentally fucking him,” Blaise finishes delightedly.
“Maybe you’re not so bad, Weasley,” Pansy said with a sheepish grin.
“Ron,” The Weasel said, surprisingly gentle. “You can call me Ron.”
“Well, then you can call us by our first names,” Blaise said brightly. “I trust you remember them?”
“Blaise and Pansy, right?” Ron asked, squinting.
“Right,” Pansy said. She turned to Draco. “I can’t speak for him, though, seeing as we have been poking fun at his little crush.”
Draco didn’t directly respond, just gave the tiniest of nods in Ron’s direction. A grin broke out on the redhead’s face.
“Alright, then, Draco,” He said. “Welcome to the club.”
