maybe i'll extend it to 150 chapters, MAYBE
fluff, hogwarts third year, heavy angst because why not, hurt comfort is a must, temporary major character deaths, miracles, happy ending, enjoy reading!
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"Huh, Malfoy's kinda cute when he smiles."
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"Mate, did you just called Malfoy cute?" Ron stared at Harry, looking pale and pretty much horrified. Probably a tiny bit traumatised too. The latter felt his cheeks started to redden under the intense stares of everyone around him. And the worst part was that Malfoy was among those who were staring at him too but Harry was unable to decipher the look on his face. "Who are you and what have you done to our Harry?"
Dejected, Harry sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. "I'm still me, Ron. Honestly. I did call him cute, yes. He was smiling and I never saw him smile like that before. I couldn't stop myself, okay? No one was supposed to hear my thoughts. I didn't even realise I said it out loud."
Professor Lupin smiled at him, eyes twinkling with mirth. Harry felt his face burned even more. "I'm glad you had your moment of epiphany, Harry but please do focus on my class instead of staring after Mr Malfoy."
Puffing his cheeks out, Harry glared at Professor Lupin without any heat. "I'm sorry, Professor."
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"So, you think I'm cute, huh?"
Harry resisted the urge to slam his face to the nearest wall as soon as he walked out of class after having a brief tea with Professor Lupin once the lesson was over. "Shut up, Malfoy. Shove off, will you?" he rolled his eyes and walked towards the Great Hall for lunch.
"It's rude to talk to someone without looking at them. Did you know?" Malfoy walked leisurely behind him and Harry turned around to look at him in the eye, pretty irritated at this point. "Fine. I said, shut up, Malfoy. Shove off, will you?" he hissed, eyes flashing. "There, you happy?" He turned back around and started walking again.
"But you didn't answer my question before."
"What question, Malfoy? I have tons of other things to think about rather than your silly questions!" Harry threw his arms up in exasperation, stopping at the entrance of the Great Hall. The blond Slytherin did something that froze Harry's feet to the ground.
He kissed his cheek swiftly.
Right in front of a full hall of students.
Draco fucking Malfoy kissed his cheek!
RIGHT IN FRONT OF A FULL HALL OF STUDENTS-
Okay, Harry. Don't panic. Don't panic. Nope, not panicking at all. His enemy didn't just kiss his cheek in front of the students and professors a few seconds ago.
Harry's fingertips and toes started tingling with anxiety.
"Potter?" Malfoy blinked at him, grey eyes showing concern as Harry started showing signs of an anxiety attack. "Hey. Are you okay?" he asked and God bless Ron for watching him closely as he stood up quickly, grabbing Hermione along with him and ran towards the pair, pushing both Harry and Malfoy out of the Great Hall to an empty unoccupied classroom.
"Harry, I need you to breathe, mate. You got this," Ron beckoned Hermione to cast a cooling charm on Harry as he talked to the other Gryffindor male out of his episode but it doesn't seem to be working by the glazed look in Harry's eyes. Harry wasn't listening. He wasn't even aware of what was happening around him.
