Magic | Lily Potter x Draco Malfoy

14 | Harry Disapproves

DRACO

It's Saturday morning, the first quidditch game of the season. Slytherin vs Gryffindor. 

I walk into the Great Hall, my usual arrogant smirk plastered on my face as I sit down at the Slytherin table. 

"Ready for the game, Zabini?" I ask, helping myself to a green apple. 

"Ready as I'll ever be," he replies, giving me a fist bump. "Gryffindor don't stand a chance." 

"Yeah," I laugh. Though secretly I don't mind who wins this match. Lily's playing for Gryffindor. 

. . . 

LILY

I look over at Draco at the Slytherin table. 

He's laughing and fist bumping with his quidditch friends. 

I turn back to the Gryffindors at my table. Harry looks concerned. 

"What is it, Lily?" Harry asks next to me, his eyebrows furrowed. 

"What d'you mean?" I ask, looking over at him. 

"You were looking over at Malfoy." Harry says. 

I let out a laugh under my breath, a little embarrassed. Is it really that easy to notice? 

"I ― yeah, well, I just ― quidditch," I stutter, as if that explains everything. 

Harry raises an eyebrow and leans in to whisper in my ear. "You don't . . . fancy him, do you?" 

I whip my head around to look back at him with a serious expression and Harry gets a faceful of my ponytail. 

"Ow," he mutters, wetting his lips and running the back of his hand over his mouth. 

I hear a male laugh from somewhere behind me and turn my head back around to see Draco. Harry gets whipped with my hair again. Poor bloke. Draco snorts again. 

"Can't seem to get your face out of your sister's lovely red hair, can you, Potter?" Draco says. 

Did he just ―? 

Harry glares at him, not catching on to what he said and not sure what to say next. 

"Did you just ―?" I ask. 

"Did I just what?" Draco asks, confused. 

"Did you just call my hair lovely?" I ask him, blushing a little. 

His pale face turns the slightest shade of pink as well. "Did I? I mean ―" 

"Look, Malfoy, would you just stop flirting with my sister and get out of here?" Harry says. 

"I am not flirting, Potter. I don't flirt." Draco replies. 

"Then get lost," Harry says, turning back to his toast. 

Draco glares at the back of Harry's head. 

"Good luck, Potter," he says to me as he walks away. I smile at him. Harry actually turns around in his seat when he hears Draco say good luck. 

"Did he just say good luck?" Harry asks disbelievingly. 

"Yes," I say, trying to hide my smile. I am unsuccessful. 

"Okay, what's going on with you two?" Harry says. 

"It's not ― we aren't ― nothing," I stammer. What is wrong with me today? 

Harry looks at me, his expression serious. "Lily," he says. "You've got to stop hanging around with Malfoy. He's arrogant, rude . . . he's not  the kind of boy you want to hang around with." 

I scoff. "What would you know about boys? Look at our bloody father; he was a complete idiot and yet someone like Mum came along and fell in love with him! Draco just acts tough. He's really not mean, like everyone thinks he is ―" 

"So, you're in love with Draco Malfoy. Is what you're telling me." Harry says flatly. 

"No! I just --" I take a deep breath. "He's not what he seems like." 

I get up from the table. "See you on the pitch." I leave Harry sitting awkwardly at the Gryffindor table, probably thinking I'm mental. I don't care. I'm done with people judging others from the outside. 

I go out of my way to walk past the Slytherin table, in the hopes that Harry is watching me. 

"Hey, Draco," I say as I walk by. 

He looks up, sees me, and immediately scrambles out of his seat. His friends stare at him and he sends them glares. 

"Lily," he says. "Hi." 

I glance sideways in the direction of Harry. He's watching and his jaw is clenched. I smile to myself, and suddenly get an idea. 

"Hey, Draco," I say with a cheeky grin. "Do you mind coming with me for a minute?" 

I have a plan to get back at Harry.