bloodline|drarry

15|clean slate

"heaven help the fool who falls in love"

"Ron! It's not what it loo-"

Completely stupid excuse. What else would it look like?

"Yes it is Harry. It's exactly what it fucking looks like." Ron scolded, his voice steady, his eyes were glaring at Draco, staring him down with fury in his eyes. Harry glanced over at Draco, he was expecting him to be cowering in a corner, but Draco was standing his ground; staring intently back at Ron. "Harry, what do you think you're doing?" Ron said firmly, Harry swallowed, he opened his mouth to talk, but Draco interrupted. "I don't think what Harry does in his private time is any of your concern, is it Weasley?" He said sweetly, batting his eyelashes.

"I'd watch your mouth, Malfoy, one owl to my brother and I'll have your arse rotting in a cell for the rest of time." Ron spat, crossing the room over to Draco, who stood up to his full height. "That's enough Ron." Harry placed a hand on Ron's shoulder "we can talk about this privately." Ron shoved his hand away, looking Draco up and down one last time.

"Fine. But you better have a damn good explanation for this." He stalked out of the room, Harry followed him sheepishly.

Ron's room was only down the hall, but the walk there felt like a marathon, he wasn't sure what he was supposed to say to his friend; he didn't particularly know what was going on himself. Ron opened his door, shoving Harry in first before walking in himself, Ron slammed the door; the room almost shaking at force.

"Look Ron I-"

"No Harry, you're going to let me talk first." Ron said, sitting down at his desk. Harry nodded, leaning on the wall next to him.

"Look, I don't care who you're shagging, you're eighteen now, I don't control you and I never have. But I do hope you realise what you're doing, this is Malfoy we're talking about! This is seven years of shit we have to undo?!" Ron ran his hands through his hair, sighing. "You do what you want, I just don't want you to be another notch on his bedpost. And I don't mean to state the obvious Harry, but he's a guy." Ron motioned to Harry, he rolled his eyes.

"Thank you for pointing that one out Ron, I hadn't noticed."

"No that's not what I meant-" Ron began, Harry stopped him. It was his turn to talk now.

"Now i'm going to talk. First off, I'm not shagging him, we just have been getting on better recently, for merlin's sake we live in each other's pockets Ron! He's changed a lot, but so have I..." He trailed off, he had changed a lot in the past few months. He came into Hogwarts hating Draco Malfoy more than anyone else on the entire planet, now he was not entirely straight and slowly becoming obsessed with his roommate; for the second time in his life.

"And yes, it is a guy, don't you think that maybe i'm freaking out that it's a boy too? Did you ever care to think that maybe I have no idea what's going on? I don't know how to explain what's happening between me and him right now! What you saw was, look, he invited me to the Malfoy's christmas ball and they have proper dancing and shit and I don't know how to dance at all." Ron snickered, Harry shoved him gently. "So he was teaching me how to dance, we just had a moment, it's happened before."

"WHAT?!" Ron splutted, Harry laughed.

"Yeah, we snogged once, dunno why." Harry chuckled, his face flushing faintly at the memory of that night. Ron spun his chair to face Harry, a smile appearing on his face. "I'm sorry Harry, as long as he's not being an arse to you, shag who you want." Ron pulled Harry in for a hug and they just stayed there, holding each other for ages.

"I guess this is why you kept blabbering on about Cedric Diggory in fourth year."

Harry burst out laughing, Ron joined in.

And just like that, everything was perfect again.

-

Draco had never been through so many emotions in such a short span of time, he started his eighth a snobby arsehole, the whole world seemed against him. Apparently, spending time with golden boy really does change a person. Draco had started to pull his mask down, being more open with Harry. His mind kept flashing back to when they kissed, and then when they almost kissed. He couldn't ignore how right it had felt anymore, it had been something he had been going through for a while.

He'd always been obsessed with Harry, he'd just confused it with admiration. Up until this year, Draco had wanted everything Potter had. Now Draco just wanted Potter.

It was something he had been dancing around for a while, he'd never wanted to admit it, but he's known since fifth year. When he enjoyed snogging Nott more than he enjoyed snogging his own girlfriend. He had just shoved to the back of his mind for years, he had a reputation to keep up and his father would probably murder him if he found out; no time seemed like the right time to sit down with his incredibly pureblood family and tell them he was most likely very gay.

So he slept with every girl he could, trying to push down the feelings that were bubbling up in his stomach for years. And apparently, snogging Harry Potter was the outcome of those feelings.

He was walking back to the station with the rest of the school, he'd let Pansy and Blaise walk on ahead; he'd catch up with them on the train. Right now he just needed to feel the fresh air on his face, Draco just needed a moment alone before what would be a very hectic weekend waiting for him when he returned home.

"Draco!" Harry had caught up with him, walking next to Draco. "What time do you want me at yours next week?" he asked, Draco had almost forgotten that Harry was coming to the Manor, he heartbeat speeding up at the thought of Harry Potter being at his house in dress robes. "Seven" he choked out "I'll see you then." Harry beamed, a glint shimmering in his pretty eyes.

"Can't wait"

-

Hermione watched as Harry ran off to Draco up ahead, they were both laughing with each other, she could hear them even from quite a distance. She was happy for Harry, finally finding himself was something she had always wanted for him.

Harry had been through so much during his life, Hermione knew that what he was doing was the best decision Harry ever made. She smiled, glancing over to Ron. "I'm so happy for him, you know? He deserves this."

"They hate each other 'Mione." Ron sighed, Hermione paused, looking forward again. She saw Harry and Draco laughing and smiling with each other; you would never have guessed they spent seven years at each other's throats. "No they don't, not really." she took Ron's hand in hers.

"I don't think they ever did."