We walk down to the great hall as a pack, with Harry and me at it's centre. Part of me wants to believe that they're doing it so no one will see if I hold Harry's hand. Which, of course, I do.
I can hear people whispering in the halls around us.
"Malfoy's gay for Potter?!"
"I don't even know,,,"
"Why's he with them?"
"Slytherin's price,,,"
",,, and the boy who lived?"
Huh. I kinda liked that last one, but 'Slytherin's prince'? Really?
I guess Harry heard it too because he leans over and whispers. "Should I call you 'your highness' now?"
I laugh and shove him playfully, which only makes him stand closer.
We arrive at the great hall just in time for the morning mail. Owls soar through high windows and swoop down on the students absorbed in their breakfast. One owl in particular, I know. A bright white female, recognized by many as Harry's bird, Headwig.
"Hello there." Harry says as she lands gracefully between us on his shoulder. Headwig nips affectionately at Harry's ear before turning around and poking me threateningly with her beak.
"Hey, OW! Come on Headwig, I'm not gonna hurt Harry!" I growl at her as Harry laughs. The snowy owl ruffles her feathers and snuggles up close to Harry's face. The look she gives me says all too plainly: "He's mine, so back off."
Harry gives her a treat and she flies off to the owlry.
"You know," I say ad we watch her go. "I don't think she likes me."
Harry laughs again and I grin. I love listening to him laugh and watching him smile. I love everything about him.
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FanfictionA few months ago my friends told me about Drarry fan fiction, I thought is was just not right... of course yesterday I found a Drarry story. I read it. I fell in love. Now I'm writing my own. Sorry if it's stupid I'm not great at writing. Hope you l...
