A newfound friendship (A Drarry Story) (8th year Drarry)

Chapter 24 - The bet

Warning: Violence, Homophobia, mentions of sexual assault
It's not as bad as it sounds, just a very angry Harry. Please vote and comment if you like this story

Draco's POV:
We sit around the fire in my room for hours, although time seems to move more quickly. I still feel uneasy with Weasley but I try to push it down. I know how close the trio are and I don't want Harry to lose his friends, his only family because of me. I'm glad my mother likes Harry and he had Teddy and andromeda too. He deserves to be happy, I don't want him to lose the Weasleys. Ginny and George seem accepting enough and now everything is supposed to be okay with Ron. I just hope it stays that way, it's clear he has a bad temper, he also gets easily jealous and aggressive. I also hope that the rest of the family don't ostracise Harry for his relationship with me. Weasley says it isn't the case but I'm sure his parents know about the relationship between the Delacour and Malfoy family, if they had reservations about Fleur Merlin knows how they will feel about me.
"What's the matter angel?" Harry says turning to me I shake my head dismissively but he frowns.
"Don't pretend it's nothing, I can feel your worry."
I close my eyes and lean into his arms debating what to say.
"It's nothing really. I was just thinking about how you have concern about what my father may think of our relationship. It made me concerned about that Mr and Mrs Weasley will think about us. I know they are like family to you."
He holds me tighter kissing my head.
"It doesn't matter if they don't like you. My feelings for you are not going to change. But I think they will be fine eventually."
"I'm not going to lie to you mate. Mum will probably have some issues at first but, it'll only be because she wants to protect you. Once she sees how happy you are she will be happy for you. Dad is probably not going to say much so not to cause any problems." Ron says shrugging but it doesn't seem to make me feel any better.
"We won't tell anyone else until you are ready my darling boy. But I'm sure Molly has seen this mornings paper and she might ask." He strokes my hair gently.
"I don't mind you telling Mrs Weasley if you'd like but father isn't knowing anything yet."
"Of course Dray. Whatever you want." He kisses my head and I sigh how did I get so lucky. He's so kind and understanding.
"But I'll get you in to see him still love, that way you can decide when you want to tell him or if you don't ever want to." I smile at his kind words, my father tried to harm him, bring him to the dark lord and he still wants to try and help him.
"He may never know. It's not like he's ever getting out of prison," it's hard to finally accept it, I know he is paying for crimes that he did commit but it's still hard to think that I might never see him again. I don't blame him for what happened to me, not really. "Even if he is moved from askaban to a lower security prison, I doubt he'll ever see the papers, but if I mention you he may assume, he'd never ask outright. That would be too improper."
Harry takes my hand clearly realising how hard it is for me.
"I hate to think that he hurt you," I whisper sadly. Harry smilies shaking his head.
"He never did really, I was always far too good for him to catch." He really is a cocky bastard.
"I think you'll find you always had help," Neville quips frowning at him.
"Yes that too."

"Merlin is that the time?" Hermione exclaims looking at a watch on her wrist, "it'll be dinner soon. Here we are talking away a whole day. We didn't get any work done."
That is true, I'm glad I've finished all my work but from the look on Harry's face he hasn't. He looks at me his eyes widening.
"Yes you can copy my potions homework." He grins widely.
"Thanks Drakey. I don't even know how you finish your work, we spend almost of our time together."
"You shouldn't let him copy you know? I made that mistake before he'll start to expect it," I laugh at Hermiones disapproving look telling her not to worry as I won't let Harry make a habit of it.
"Hermione?" Ron asks in a small voice.
"You are not copying my potions homework Ronald."
"But..but Draco is letting Harry copy, it's not fair," he sulks.
"Ah well it's a shame you aren't in a relationship with Draco then isn't it?" she snaps as I see Harry  childishly poke his tongue out at Ron to boast. He glares at Harry who smirks turning to me affectionately and kissing my lips.
"Thanks Sweetheart, I promise to do it next time."
"Hmm I'll believe it when I see it." I kiss him back
"Maybe we should all do it together?" Ron suggests hopefully ignoring Hermione's glare.
"Hmm maybe," Harry teases with a shrug.
"Don't look at me, I've done it, it's probably all wrong but I've still done it," Neville laughs holding his hands up.
"We should go for dinner soon, I am getting hungry." I think Ron only changed the subject to avoid Hermione's glare.
"I'm ready to go whenever," I slip on my jacket and some Chelsea boots.
"You look so sexy," Harry praises.
Hermione rolls her eyes, "and you look so whipped, Harry, come on get a move on."
"How come you don't ever say that stuff to me?" Ron questions as he pulls a bobbled maroon jumper bearing a large gold R on the front, over his bright orange Chudley Canons top. I can think of a few reasons why I think to myself sniggering.
"You know how I feel Ronald," she says patting his arm and pulling a pink jumper back on.
"Come on we are all waiting on you."
He pulls on his trainers and we stand up, I clean away the cups and plates with a quick spell, and we head to the hall together. We all sit on the new 8th year table apart from Neville who waves goodbye making his way over to Luna Lovegood.  I take a seat next to Harry opposite the other two thirds of the trio.
There are whispers in the hall as we sit down and I notice flashes of the daily prophet. Of course people are still hanging on to them. I hear the word deatheater hissed under someone's breath and I put my hand over Harry's tightly clenched fist feeling him relax slightly. I fill our plates hoping that we can get to dessert quickly and before another comment is made. That way I can ply him with ice cream and tarts. That's sure to calm him down.
"Eat something love." I say holding up a fork to him realising my mistake as the hushed voices increase, he smiles at me taking a bite and then the fork tucking into his food.
"Ugh slow down, it's gross," Hermione says, nudging Weasley who's shovelling mash into his mouth like he'll never eat again.
"So rude to me," he grumbles, through his dinner, "Draco's not saying that to Harry."
"Ah well once again, maybe you should date Draco," she hisses at him quietly making Harry laugh at his repulsed expression. "I'm not that bad."
"But you are a bloke," he shrugs picking up a sausage with his fingers.
Hermione looks at Harry cutting up his steak, "and Harry isn't making as much mess as you."
"Let's see if you can say that when it gets to dessert." I smile at Harry thinking about how he eats his treacle tarts like someone might take it from him, I suppose giving the fact that Finnigan is close by then they might.