My Happy Place (a Drarry Texting Fic)

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I don't want to talk to you, Malfoy. I don't want to talk to you but I'm kind of being forced to, right now.

Granger?

Granger.

Pansy put her up to it. God I bet they took that trip together. Your friend's probably lezzing it up with mine.

Or maybe you shouldn't say things like 'lezzing it up' about my friend or yours? It's their business, whatever they're doing.

Oi, don't get your panties in a twist. Pans and I joke around like that all the time. Two gays can't live together in one house without ya know, being a little crazy when it comes to each other.

Well, I can't relate but I'm nodding as if I do to my phone screen, just so you know.

Draco let out a small chuckle, scratching the back of his neck. He should get up. And bathe. But he'd rather just pretend he was dead. And also, God, was he really smiling goofily at his ex-classmate and ex-enemy's dumb little comment? He thought of how younger him would react if he knew one day he'd be chatting with Harry Potter as if they were actually friends. Then he stopped, because the last thing he wanted to remember was his past.

So you want anything? You said you have to talk. We've talked. So bye.

Hey, don't do that??

Harry frowned at his phone, Draco rolled his eyes from the other side. Neither could understand the other. Harry didn't get why Draco was so adamant on pushing him away and Draco didn't know what the fuck he was still doing bothering with his existence.

Look, Granger doesn't control you. Tell her you don't actually want to talk to me. Or I'll make it easier and stop replying to you so you can say it's my fault, eh? ;)

Well, as swell as that sounds, I'm not very into this deal.

Why not? We'll both get out of each other's hair.

Won't Pansy be mad at you?

She already knows how I am. I'm sure she's already expecting me to fuck it up, might as well do it sooner rather than later.

Okay. Well... Unfortunately for you, I'm not interested in ending this conversation.

And it was true. It's not like they had talked for a long time but... The way he felt was hard to explain. It reminded him of their sixth year, when he was constantly following him around, although that was under much different circumstances. Point being, there was something about Draco that had a way of pulling him in and it didn't make much sense but he wasn't going to waste time dwelling on the thought. He liked their short, witty, annoying conversations. Maybe Draco liked them too. Who was to know? But he didn't want it over quite yet, he hadn't been pushed that far.

What do you mean you're not interested? Why not?

I dunno.

Answer my question, Potter.

You could stop talking to me whenever you want, just so you know. I'm not planning to stop but I'm not controlling you.

Whatever.

Oh? Still talking to me? Why is that? 😉

Goddamn Gryffindors, always so sure of yourselves. It's annoying.

Look in the mirror if you need someone who's sure of themself. I'm not sure I can be called that. Sure of myself.

The Harry Potter, boy who lived, defeater of Voldermort, not sure of himself?

And you're Draco Malfoy. You're supposed to hate me, yet here we are. The name doesn't change that we're both not as elevated as the public sees us.

Ah, jokes on you, first of all I do hate you. Second of all, I'm a god.

Harry snorted at that, face-palming at the same time. He covered his mouth, wishing the smile away but it still lingered as he replied.

You are such a brat.

Pretty sure I'm a dom, don't get it twisted.

Do not need that information in my brain, Malfoy.

I bet you want it, though, Potter.

Hey, since we're still gonna keep talking, you can call me Harry instead. You know that, right?

Hmm. Till next time, Potter.

Till next time, Malfoy.