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Slytherin

1,588 words
short lil thing but i hope you enjoy (:

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Draco sighed, frowning up at the ceiling from where he lay on his bed. It had been entirely too uneventful of a day, and yet while he did barely anything he still found himself completely exhausted at the end of it. The door creaked open, and he glanced in that direction as Harry walked in. He looked annoyed, as though he hadn't had a good day. What could be making the Golden Boy so grumpy?

The boy groaned, half-slumping on his bed and leaning against the post as he closed his eyes wearily. Draco observed him. He looked almost... defeated. His back was slumped, looking exhausted both physically and emotionally. Maybe it had to do with the war, maybe it had to do with classes, or maybe with Ginevra. Draco'd heard, through the grape vine, that there may have been some trouble in paradise.

He, of course, was not quick to believe rumors, as people had an impeccable talent for twisting words and making up stories, especially if they were regarding Harry Potter. Sometimes it seemed half their year -half of the whole school- had turned into little Rita Skeeters, babbling out nonsense in order to receive the best reaction. But given the evidence in front of him, Draco gathered this particular bit of nonsense may have been true.

The green eyes opened again, and Draco quickly resumed staring at his ceiling. When his gaze wandered over again, the brunette was looking out the window, tired eyes reflecting some of the quickly setting sun. Draco frowned at his ceiling again.

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"I was almost sorted into Slytherin." Harry blurted out, having needed to say something, anything, because the silence was consuming him and he didn't know if his mind could take it. He'd had a shit enough day, he couldn't deal with this now. Besides, he and Malfoy had become... decent, so it wasn't too weird ti talk to him. He could've imagined it, but he was pretty sure he saw the blonde relax when he finally broke the silence, as though he'd felt the same way as Harry.

"You're fucking kidding me." Malfoy said, turning his head to train his grey eyes on Harry, calculating and intelligent.

"Nope. The Sorting Hat nearly put me there."

"Merlin, can you imagine? I'd have had to put up with your bloody arse all these years, 24/7!" Malfoy cried, his infamous dramatics coming in to play as he acted as though this would've been the worse thing ever.

"Oh please, you'd be staring at my bloody arse the whole time." Harry replied, smirking.

"Excuse me??" Malfoy replied incredulously, though there was a faint blush high on his cheekbones.
It was cute. Harry thought he might like to see Malfoy blush more often.

Harry let out a laugh.

"So, if the Sorting Hat wanted to put you in Slytherin, how'd you end up in Gryffindor?" Malfoy queried, curious eyes narrowing at him again.

"I asked it not to put me in Slytherin."

"Oh, of course." Malfoy drawled, rolling his eyes. "We couldn't bear it if the Golden Boy were to be put in the evil house."

Harry sighed, rolling his eyes in return.

"It was nothing like that back then. Ron had said something about Slytherin, and it scared me, so I made sure not to be out in there."

"I didn't even know you could persuade the sorting hat." Malfoy mused aloud.

"Well 'course you wouldn't, it didn't even have to touch your head to put you in Slytherin."