A newfound friendship (A Drarry Story) (8th year Drarry)

Chapter 53- Lacewing flies

Sorry it's been a while, I've been super busy. This chapter is only slightly violent but a bit swear-y so just a warning! <3

Draco's POV;
"Merlin Potter, you are so jealous it's unbelievable," I laugh buttoning up my black shirt and tucking it into my trousers. "And I am not changing again," I tell him firmly watching him glare at the floor from the end of the bed.
"Come on you only put that first outfit on to tease me," he sulks narrowing his eyes at the heavily ripped skinny jeans and very see through black mesh shirt now hanging up on the back of the bedroom door.
"Okay maybe I did that," I giggle, "did you not like it?"
"Oh I love it but it is definitely for my eyes only," he says angrily crossing his arms across his chest.
I roll my eyes at his tantrum, I suppose I shouldn't have tried to annoy him.
"I'm yours Mr. Potter, all yours," I say flirtatiously putting my knees either side of his body and sitting in his lap.
He tries not to smile but a small smirk makes it's  way onto his face.
"Oh yeah?" He says raising an eyebrow.
"Oh yes, and as soon as I'm back from helping George in the shop I am going to show you," I say making him narrow his eyes but smile widely.
"I'm going to show you too. That you are all mine, only I will ever touch you like this," he smirks running his strong hands up my thighs and gripping my bum tightly.
"Mine."
"Yours," I say making him grin, he lays back pulling me down on top of him. I steady myself on my forearms resting by his head.
"Try and leave," he says smirking wickedly and wrapping his arms around me tightly.
"Harry, he's basically your brother and I've said I'd help him, I should be doing things to help your family," I scold and he sighs.
"I still think I should come."
"You will be bored my love, I am going to floo straight to the shop, help with the potions and floo back to you," I reassure him knowing that he often worries about me.
"Just come back to me soon," he sighs and I nod kissing his face all over.
"I'll be back as soon as I can, I promise," I say firmly and he nods letting me get up and following me to the fireplace.
"I love you, do your potions homework!" I tell him making him smile and laugh as at step into the fire flooing to the back room of the shop.

"Draco! Great to see you," George says pulling me into a hug before I can even take in the room properly.
"Good to see you too," I say getting my balance.
"Ron's here too, he's been helping out in the shop a lot lately," George says. Ron pops his head around a pile of stock.
"Don't worry I am staying far away from all the boring potion making. I'll be out front."
I narrow my eyes at him.
"I come here a lot to help, so no Harry did not send me to guard you or some shit like that," he says answering the question that I didn't ask.
I frown at his defensiveness but, shrug believing him.
"Okay well let's get to it, I have some rather exciting ideas," I say pulling my notebook from my inside jacket pocket and handing it to George who flicks through looking impressed.

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"What I don't understand is how you never had a potions reputation in school?" I laugh as we move onto our fifth potion.
"Ah well I'm not as talented as you are, I can follow instructions and put together basic formulas but, not like you. I don't have the same vision for the art that is potion making. I mean your technique, your knowledge of ingredients and ability for creating formulas it really is unbelievable."
I feel my face heat up at the compliment.
"I just enjoy it," I shrug, "Harry's so good at defense and it seems Ron, Hermione, Ginny and you are too. But I just don't seem to have that natural talent. I guess we all have our strengths."
"Are you really only this modest around me?" George laughs. I feel myself blush again. I guess I don't feel like I have to seem more confident or powerful in front of George. He's suffered just as much as any of us, and he sets an example that you don't have to be cut off from emotions to be strong.
"I don't know," I say deciding against saying what I truly think.
"I guess I'm modest around Harry, but not all the time. He likes it when I act a bit cocky," I laugh and George rolls his eyes.
"Yeah I bloody bet he does, I know we all say it a lot but he's always loved that about you. I don't think Ron and Hermione noticed just how much, but Fred and I did. His eyes lit up when you'd swagger into a room and he'd practically melt at that smirk, after getting really frustrated of course. And he'd look at your arse when you were in your quidditch kit, think he might have actually charmed your robe to blow up more in the wind."
I can't help but laugh at George's little revelation. I don't know how much truth is in it but it's still amusing.
"Well I will definitely be asking him about that," I laugh making George smirk and nod
"Right now we need to add lacewing flies but it has to brew for five minutes first," I say stirring clockwise.
"Oh shit, I don't have any lacewing," George groans looking through his large apothecary cupboard.
"No worries," I wave my wand turning the fire down and charming the spoon to stir on its own, "you watch over the potion and I'll run down to the apothecary down the street."
"I should really come with you," George says looking hesitant. I roll my eyes at his behaviour, honestly.
"Is that what Harry said?" I roll my eyes again when he shrugs.
"Nonsense. I know the owner well and I need a few ingredients myself. Besides you need to stay and watch the potion." He looks conflicted but finally nods.
I laugh at his expression, wrapping my cloak around me and heading out of the shop to the apothecary.
I push open the small wooded the smell of exotic plants and ingredients filling my nose, I inhale enjoying the fragrant smell.
"Mr Malfoy, what a pleasant surprise," the old wizard says gleefully hobbling out from the back of the shop.
"It's me Jeffrey, you don't need the glamour," I laugh making him grin widely.
He waves his wand the glamour falling away the old man fading into his true appearance. He's only in his early thirties and wears ripped muggle jeans, a low buttoned shirt and dark eyeliner. He waves his arms flamboyantly taking a bow.
"Well you know how it is, the customers prefer a little, trustworthy old man," he laughs.
"Hmm perhaps," I muse browsing the shelves.
"Well you know how it is, you never told anyone that you were brewing the Hogwarts medicinal potions."
"Ahh yes, but that has nothing to do with my age and everything to do with my criminal record," I laugh.
"Oh yeah, what criminal record? I'm pretty sure your celebrity lover got you off of all charges," he teases and I roll my eyes bringing some lacewing flies to the desk.
"Okay so not denying it," he laughs leaning back on the wall behind the desk.
"No, you are right, I was cleared of all charges," I muse.
"I meant the celebrity lover part," he laughs putting my items into a bag.
I chuckle at his quizzical look leaning over the desk to grab some mandrake root that he keeps behind the counter and adding it to the bag.
"Oh come on Brandy has been quizzing me about it, she knows you come in the shop a lot," he groans.
"Brandy can mind her own business," I tease making him groan again, I pay him for the items and thank him.
"You can tell Brandy that we are very happy," I say winking at him as I head out of the shop, he laughs excitedly clapping his hands and waving me goodbye.