As May came to a rainy end, and the Hogwarts grounds bathed in sunlight, Draco found himself sitting at the Gryffindor table. At first, the Gryffindors would wrinkle their noses in disgust, and move away from him. But as the days wore on, people would (upon seeing how Harry, Ron, and Hermione chatted so freely with him) drag their plates closer, and give Draco a sheepish smile. Today though, as Ron and Hermione sat themselves in front of him, Draco noted that Harry was missing. "Where's Harry?" Ron rolled his eyes. "Well hello to you too. He's out feeding Talia." Hermione nodded, and, as if on cue, Harry stepped into the Great Hall, holding a large box.
He smiled at them, and took a seat beside Ron. Draco raised a curious eyebrow. "Who the fuck is Talia?" Hermione pointed her fork at him, looking disapproving. "Language Draco," she said reproachfully. Harry beamed at him. "My pet hummingbird," he stated happily, rummaging through the box he had brought. Draco blinked in alarm. "You're lying," he said flatly, glancing between Ron and Hermione. Hermione just fiddled with her thumbs, swallowing the food in her mouth. "I wish he was. But she's up in the dorms, and Harry insisted on keeping her." She turned to Harry. "And, is that box full of honeysuckle? I can smell it from here."
Harry nodded, still smiling. He looked so cute, with his unruly hair falling in soft curls on his face, and his glasses placed lopsided on the bridge of his nose. Draco smiled back at him. "Harry- you know that normal people don't keep hummingbirds as pets?" Harry shrugged, picking up a slightly flattened flower, and brushing it off. "What can I say. I'm not normal in the slightest." Draco and Hermione laughed, while Ron leant across the table, ladling eggs and bacon onto his plate, and addressing Harry. "Where did you that much honeysuckle?" he asked, a suspicious look on his face. Harry grinned at him. "I have my ways," he replied, not looking as if he wanted to explain further.
Pansy had just walked in, a delighted look on her pale face as she took the seat beside Hermione. They all stared at her, confused. She put her head in her hands, peering at them. Ron opened his mouth to speak. "Who let you in?" Pansy tucked her short black hair behind her ear, surveying him. "McGonogall looked over my court case before I left. Guess who's not a Ministry considered Deatheater!" she cried, beaming. Draco grinned at her. "So they let you back into Hogwarts?" She nodded. Hermione looked as if she had just won the lottery. She threw her hands around Pansy's neck, hugging her hard. Ron stared between them, bewildered.
Harry smiled politely at her, momentarily taking his hand out of the box he was holding. "Knew you could do it, Parkinson." Pansy nodded, giving him a wobbly smile. "Call me Pansy." Harry nodded back, pouring pumpkin juice into his cup. She and Hermione proceeded to chat quietly about how they would effectively drag a dead body into the Black Lake, while Harry, Ron, and Draco talked about Peeves. "I wonder why no one's seen him since the start of term..." Ron said thoughtfully, and both Harry and Draco nodded. "Rumour has it that he's waiting for the right moment to strike again," Harry confided, raising a disbelieving eyebrow. Ron tapped his chin, apparently deep in thought.
"You know, he might be dead." Harry gave out a derisive snort. "Yeah, and poltergeists can definitely die. He's already dead, you halfwit." Ron bristled indignantly. "Well. It might be a possibility." Draco laughed, amused. Pansy tore herself away from the conversation she was having with Hermione, and leaned across the table to Ron. "So, Ronny boy, what's going on with you and Eliott Fawkes?" Ron's face darkened until it matched with his scarlet red hair. "We're- we're just friends," he spluttered, not quite meeting anyone's eye. "And, besides, I'm not gay." Draco stared across the Great Hall to the Ravenclaw table. He knew Fawkes. He was a boy with thick, curly brown hair, light brown skin, pale violet eyes, and a permanently soft expression on his face.
Pansy put her hands up in mock surrender. "Never said you were, Ron." Harry picked nervously at the food Hermione had put on his plate, leaving it untouched. Draco smiled encouragingly at him, taking a bite of his own breakfast. Harry smiled back, but did not eat his waffles. Berlaneè strode across the Hall, a wildly smug expression on her face. She was closely followed by a tall girl with her dark hair done in a neat bun, and a shorter girl with a high ponytail in her bubblegum pink hair. The girl with the pink hair grinned at him, and Draco gave her a confused grin back. Charlotte turned back to her, the same hideously venomous look on her face as the first time they encountered.
"Hurry up, Nova, we have work to do," she hissed, frowning. Nova gave her a playful poke in the shoulder, smirking. "Keep your pretty blond hair on, Lottie," she teased. Charlotte gave her a fond smile. "Whatever," she replied, and Nova slung her hand around her shoulder, leading the group out of the Great Hall. Draco raised an eyebrow, skeptical. He didn't know Berlaneè had a heart. But she was definitely planning something, and Draco wanted to know what.
That's why he followed her out of the Great Hall.
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FanfictionDISCLAIMER: I kind of don't like this fic, so read at your own risk 😭 --------- Harry Potter was a saint - or at least that's what it looked like. Nothing he did was ever remotely wrong or laced with bad intentions. Everyone said it, the image of p...
