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At Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, gossip traveled faster than a Firebolt.
And currently, the favorite topic was:
Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy are obviously in love.
The only two people unaware of this fact?
Harry Potter.
Draco Malfoy.
In potion class
“You’re chopping that wrong, Potter,” Draco
drawled, leaning over Harry’s shoulder.
“I’m not-” Harry stopped mid-sentence.
Draco was very close.
Too close.
Close enough that Harry could see a tiny freckle near Draco’s jaw that he had absolutely never noticed before and definitely was not staring at now.
(Yeah sure 😃)
“Why are you red?” Draco asked.
“I’m not red!” Harry denied.
“You’re glowing like a Weasley jumper.”
Across the room, Hermione Granger didn’t even look up from her book. “Just kiss already,” she muttered.
(True😚)
Both boys whipped around. “WHAT?!”
Ron weasly choked on his potion fumes.
“Blimey, it’s painful watching this.”
the entire castle had already accepted the situation.
The Slytherins had a betting pool.
The Gryffindors had a chart.
Even Severus Snape looked tired of it.
“If you two are finished staring at each other,” Snape said one afternoon, “perhaps you would like to continue brewing before I assign you joint detention. Again.”
“We are NOT staring at each other!” Harry and Draco said in perfect unison.
(Definitely😄)
The class collectively groaned.
The real disaster happened during Quidditch practice.
Harry zoomed past the Slytherin goalposts. Draco tailed him closely, competitive as ever.
“You fly like you style your hair, Potter. Recklessly,” Draco shouted.
“At least I don’t look like I bathed in hair gel! And isn't it supposed to be you” Harry shot back.
They were arguing midair. Distracted. They both missed the Bludger.
WHAM.
They tumbled onto the pitch in a heap of green and red robes.
When the dust cleared, Draco was on top of Harry, faces inches apart.
The entire stadium just watched.
“…Get off me,” Harry whispered.
“You get off me.”
“You’re the one lying on me!”
“You’re not complaining,” Draco said before his brain caught up with his mouth.
Silence.
Somewhere in the stands, someone yelled, “ABOUT TIME!”
Both of them scrambled apart like they’d been set on fire.
Later that evening, they ended up in detention (again).
Alone.
In a very quiet classroom.
“This is your fault,” Draco muttered.
“My fault? You’re the one who-”Harry stopped.
Draco was smirking.
“Wipe that smirk off of your face Malfoy!” Harry blurted out irritated.
“and what are you gonna do if I don't" Draco challenged.
"I'm gonna kiss you" harry blurted out before he can stop himself.
(I also want too🥺)
Draco’s ears went slightly pink. “Oh.”
“Oh,” Harry echoed.
They stared at each other.
Again.
Outside the classroom door, half the student body was definitely not eavesdropping.
“Ten Galleons says they hold hands,” someone whispered.
The door suddenly burst open.
Hermione folded her arms. “If you two don’t sort this out by tomorrow, I am personally locking you in a broom cupboard.”
Ron nodded seriously. “For the good of the school.” and then he continued to eat his sandwich.
Draco looked at Harry.
Harry looked at Draco.
“…We’re not that obvious, are we?” Harry asked.
The entire hallway shouted, “YES.”
Draco sighed dramatically. “This is humiliating.”
Harry grinned. “A little.”
Draco rolled his eyes, but he didn’t step away.
And finally, finally they stopped pretending they didn’t feel what everyone else had known all along.
"I win, now give me my money suckers" Hermione said while the people groaned.
The betting pool closed that night.
Hermione collected her winnings. ✨