I AM BACK ONCE AGAIN WITH A NEW UPDATE BISH, took a while to update because life's been a bitch but i'm bitchier so there's that, anyways this is trash but you guys love trash that i wrote AHAHAHAHA have fun!
slight ginny weasley bashing but nothing too drastic, eighth year, post-war, implications of depression, happy ending, fluff, cute, supportive friends
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Ginny felt like she had just swallowed something sour, grimacing at the sight of the new completely-unexpected couple of the century smiling shyly towards each other talking in a volume only the two could hear, unaware of their surroundings, too lost in their own world where only they exist and no one else. It just irritated her how much attention Harry poured over Malfoy but didn't spare much of a thought when he was still with her. She curled his fingers into a tight fist, trying not to make a fuss out of it too much. It was not worth getting into a fight that could cost her her house points and position.
But when an opportunity came, she held onto it tightly.
Call her petty but there was nothing wrong playing with Malfoy, just a little bit.
It started when Malfoy came to her, asking for pieces of advice on what not to say or to do with Harry, not wanting to overstep a line they barely toed.
So naturally, Ginny gave him the opposite advice. She wrote them all down so that he wouldn't forget about it.
Smiling fakely, she watched him leave.
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Touch him at any time you can.
Which was to say: never touch him at all. But the Slytherin didn't know any of that. So, she eyed with anticipation waiting for Draco Malfoy to make a fool of himself, clinging onto Harry's arm as they walked around Hogsmeade like any other couple, laughing happily, looking very much in love.
However, the response Harry gave was baffling.
Instead of avoiding his touch like he did when he was with her, the black-haired male reciprocated the touch; grabbing his hand whenever he could, wrapping an arm around his waist when he was unable to hold his hand, shoulders pressing against each other whenever they sit side by side and even kissing on each other's face wherever their lips would land. There was literally no space whatsoever between those two, which was odd for Ginny because she remembered Harry shying away whenever she tried to touch him, awkwardness lingering every moment of it. Looking at Harry now, he seemed much happier with Draco touching him.
Ginny frowned.
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Take his food as a sign of teasing affection.
This was not going the way she wanted it to be.
This time, it went like this:
Malfoy was eyeing Harry's food while the latter was talking to Ron and Hermione before snatching a piece of bacon from the plate. The corner of his eyes crinkled as he chewed on the bacon, laughing as Harry turned to look at him with a dramatic dismayed look. "You thief! You stole my bacon! I shall now steal your toast!" Harry declared instead and took Malfoy's toast, making the blond laugh harder.
Then, a second later, the look of Harry's face softened. "You can have more of my bacon if you want, baby."
Malfoy's eyes brightened happily. "Thank you for the offer, love. I was just playing around. Here," he fed Harry the rest of the bacon he took and Harry bit into it, catching Malfoy's hand, kissing the knuckles lovingly.
