the many sides of draco malfoy
summary: harry keeps seeing new sides of malfoy. he’s not sure if it’s a good or bad thing.
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the next time harry sees malfoy, he was asking if malfoy would be returning to hogwarts to retake their seventh year.
mcgonagall had gathered a few of the people who were helping to rebuild and prepare the castle for the coming school year- himself, ron, ‘mione, neville, ginny & luna. she’d given them each a list of students to contact, to see if they would come back. most were out of the country, trying to rebuild themselves.
hermione’d had malfoy on her list. she had no problem talking to malfoy himself, harry knew, but he wasn’t going to make her go back to the manor.
“switch with me,” he’s said, pointing to malfoy on her list. “you don’t need to go back there. besides, i’ve already been to return his wand.” harry glanced down at his own list. “i’ll take malfoy, and you take- er- anthony goldstein.”
‘mione had looked at him for a moment, her face twisted in concentration. “are you sure?”
“positive.” harry had grinned, and they’d all started down their lists.
now, he was once again outside the gates of malfoy manor, and it felt as awkward as it had a few weeks ago.
“er- it’s harry potter. again. i want to talk to malfoy about returning to hogwa-“ the gates opened before he finished his sentence. he couldn’t decide if that were good or bad.
he walked up to the doors again, but they swung open before he even had the chance to knock. it wasn’t malfoy who answered this time. it was parkinson, alone.
“hey, potter, you said something about hogwarts?” she leaned against the doorframe, crossing her arms. he was a foot taller than her, and she had to tilt her head back to meet his eyes. harry surpressed the urge to laugh.
“uh, yeah- where’s malfoy?”
harry scoffed. “i was at his trial, parkinson, i know he can’t leave the manor.”
she scowled, lifting her chin. “he can’t talk right now. anything you want to tell him you can tell me.”
harry’s eyes narrowed. “what’s keeping him so busy that he can’t answer the door?” he asked, careful to keep a casual tone. if malfoy was up to something-
“merlin’s beard, potter, can you stop assuming for one minute?! it’s not anything dark- and honestly, even if the dark arts didn’t make him nauseous enough to puke in my favorite shoes,” she grimaced, “do you really think he’s stupid enough to try anything with the ministry breathing down his neck?”
“he was stupid enough to try it right under dumbledore’s nose.” harry raised an eyebrow, crossing his arm.
parkinson was in his face in an instant. “shut your bloody mouth, potter-“
“pansy!” malfoy was at the top of the stairs, holding on to the railing with one arm, his other being pulled by zabini. it didn’t look to be working.
“shit- blaise! i said keep him in there!” parkinson snapped, turning fully to the stairs. harry watched the three, bewildered, as malfoy broke free of zabini’s hold and ran down the stairs.
“i am not going back, pansy-“
“oh yes the fuck you are! you need your newts to even stand a chance!”
“who says i can’t just die?”
“i’m doing it because you told me not to.”
“DRACO!” parkinson and zabini yelled at the same time.
harry doesn’t know what’s going on. “what the fuck…” he whispered, looking back and forth between the three of them.
malfoy waved a hand at him. “shut your mouth, potter, you’ll let flies in. anyway, i’m not. going.”
“you fucking know why not, blaise. potter, back me up here!” he paused to grimace. “bleh. never thought i’d say that. but still! nobody wants me back! right?” he waved his hands as he spoke, pointing to harry.
“uh- i think you’d be welcome if you wore makeup like you were a couple weeks ago.” what. what. where did tha- where the f u c k did that come from. harry, dumbass, clapped a hand over his mouth, eyes wide.
malfoy? shook. he blinked at harry, in that ‘excuse me?’ way- this is 1998, so white guy blinking hasn’t happened yet, but You Guys Know.
parkinson burst out laughing. “well that settles it! i’ll just do your makeup everyday. i mean- nothing can help your image more than having the savior think you look pretty, can it?”
harry felt the need to object to this. “i never said-“
“it was implied, potter! bye-bye!” zabini shut the door in his face.
this? not ideal. jesus christ. he should’ve made ginny come- she could get malfoy to come back without saying gay shit. she’s scary.
he’ll just make ginny interact with malfoy from now on in his place.
as harry walked away, yelling at himself internally, he could’ve sworn he heard a high squeal on the other side of the door.
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NYALL here it is this shit gets gayer and gayer
and also draco malfoy is the biggest mood to ever exist thank you
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