A Slytherin's Mate?

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Draco's POV

The Weasley had stopped and I could smell the tension in the air. I glanced back and looked at Hermione. She frowned and took Ron's hand off of Harry, got the red heads' focus, and made him step away. 

"Ron, Harry looks tired. Besides, we can go get some of those chocolates you both like and hang out tomorrow. We do live right down the hall from each other." 

Ron's jaw was clenched and he gave Harry a silent plea with his eyes. He obviously did not like the idea of Harry hanging around me. Finally he sighed. 

"Fine. We good for tomorrow then?"

"'Course! Come over anytime after lunch and we can play wizards' chess."

The Weasels frown quickly broke into a smile and his eyes glowed. The fact that the boy could be persuaded by a long and convoluting game, was... stupid. Honestly, it was just chess. It wasn't anything special. 

"Glad that is settled. Let's go Potter." 

Harry waved off his friends and jogged a little to catch back up with me. He had a goofy smile on his face as we fell into a peaceful walk. Harry didn't seem to mind the quiet and actually seemed to relax a lot more around me. Which was saying a lot. 

As we walked, I didn't notice that we started leaning into each other until I felt his hand brush mine. I mentally froze but it soon washed away when I felt it again. Harry either didn't seem to mind, or he hadn't noticed himself.

We eventually made it back to our corridor. By this time we were making jokes about holding hands, because he "accidently" grabbed mine. 

"Oh alright, fuck. I'm SORRY. Could you ever forgive me?"

"No. It is indecent for a Malfoy to hold another's hand. Unless they are marrying."

"God Draco, live a little." 

"Excuse me?"

"You know its not just married people that get to. Even friends do it."

My eyes widened and I froze momentarily at the statement. Harry had just called him a friend? Before Harry could realize what he said and turn around, Draco relaxed his features. 

"Sorry that just came ou-..."

"Just go inside Potter," I grumbled, waiting for him to enter into our rooms. 

A strange part of me got excited when that came out of his mouth. It liked the idea of "intimacy" whilst the other part didn't. Harry rushed inside and I followed quietly behind. When he finally looked back at me, he had a soft blush on his cheeks. 

"So... want to help me with my herbology course?" 

I raised a brow at him. In that class every student was given a pot with a bouncing bulb seed. Once sprouted and grown a little larger than a quaffle, we were supposed to return them back to the professor to show if we were capable of continuing in that course. They were relatively easy to take care of. Mine was sitting in the window basking in warm sunlight from an enchantment I casted on the window. 

"What do you mean by help Potter?" 

"Well mine seems to have... gone... missing."

"Missing?"

"Alright I might have scared it, and it may or may not have bounced around my room and wont let me near it. I tried to carefully coax it back into its pot and leave it alone, but-"

My hand rose and I stopped him in his tracks. His face had turned from a soft pink into a deep rose colour and I was holding back from laughing. 

"Let me see this bulb. I might be able to help." 

Harry led me back to his room. The moment I walked in, his scent hit me like the Hogwarts Express. A low growl rumbled from me and my eyes shifted into a soft blue colour. It smelled magnificent in here. The Golden Boy did not seem to notice the noise, instead he focused on pulling his chest over to a lowered beam in the ceiling and stepped up on it. 

"Alright, I'm just going to..."

Before he could complete the sentence, the bulb bounced out from its hidey hole and flew across the room. My instincts kicked in, and the moment it flew past my head, I caught it. Harry cheered and jumped off the chest before rushing towards me. 

"You caught it!" 

His eyes were glowing. They were beautiful right now.

"I could kiss you right now!"