"You'll be the death of me."

10 (I'm so cold) - edited

Draco's POV

I walk down the staircase to the common room. Potter is sitting on the sofa with Pansy; he's sitting sideways leaning against the arm rest, his legs laying across Pansy's lap and she's fiddling with the rip in his jeans. I can't argue with Pansy saying that Potter had a post war glow up, the edgy look suits him. It's like he's decided to work with the fact that he looks like he fell asleep on the side of the road instead of pushing against that and trying to dress up all clean and neat. Pansy looks up and meets my gaze, "Told you he had a glow up." She says shooting me a grin teasing the fact that she caught me staring, Potter's face starts glowing and he hides his face in his hands. They're adorned with multiple silver rings, some plain bands and others carved into with edgy patterns to fit his look. "It suits him more now, He's embraced his inner street rat." I say laughing with Pansy who slaps Potter's thigh as she laughs, I watch Potter carefully, his hands sliding down his face in embarrassment. Eventually Blaise comes down the stairs and stands next to me in the common room, "You lot ready then?" He asks, looking between all of us expectantly, "mhmm." I respond, a smile still present on my lips as we all head out of the portrait hole and in the direction of the great hall.

The aroma of eggs and bacon is wafting down the hallway as we arrive at the entrance to the great hall, I scrunch up my nose pulling a disgusted face at the thought. I've never liked eggs. They smell funny and they taste funny. I don't know why anybody wants to eat that. "Stop that you'll get all wrinkly" Pansy says, sometimes I think she forgets it's my face not hers. "It smells foul in here," I say grimacing as the smell continues to fill my nose. "Do you really hate eggs that much?" Blaise asks a slightly amused tone in his voice, the group sits at the table Pansy and Potter across from Blaise and I. "Yes, I do hate eggs that much." I reply, copying his exaggeration on 'that' and roll my eyes, "I can't believe you like them." Blaise just ignores me and accio's two poached eggs onto his plate, I frown hard. He watches me with a teasing grin as he stabs his knife into the center of one of the eggs, the yolk spilling out onto his plate, he lifts the knife to his mouth and licks the yellow off his knife. I cringe hard, squeezing my eyes shut and a shiver running up my spine. "I'm going, that is disgusting. I'll see you in class." I grab a plain piece of toast and head out of the great hall glad to be away from the stench of the eggs.

I stroll around the castle eating my piece of toast for a bit when I see a flash of black hair run past, was that Potter. "Potter?" I yell and he doesnt stop darting through the door to the boys bathroom, cautiously I walk over to the bathrooms and push the door open. The bathroom is cold sending chills down my spine, I can hear retching coming from the end stall and I walk over my heels clicking against the cold stone echoing in the eerily quiet room. I push the unlocked door to the end stall open and Potter is knelt on the floor hunched over the toilet, "Are you alright Potty?" He coughs and he rubs his sleeve over his mouth with his back still to me, "Go away Malfoy. I'm fine." "Was it the eggs?" I ask, definitely would have made me throw up. He laughs a little, "do you really hate eggs that much?" He asks, turning to look at me over his shoulder, "Yes would everyone stop asking me that." I frown realizing Potter's eyes are red and tears are still falling down his cheeks, He turns back to the toilet and flushes it. Pushing himself up using the edge of the toilet bowl and the wall, he manages to get to his feet and then stumble his way out of the stall and up to a basin. He washes his face and gargles the water in his mouth. I check myself out in the mirror, adjusting the black belt at my hips and dust the thigh of my trousers flattening a crease out. "Are you seriously checking yourself out right now?" I hear Potter turn off the tap as he talks and I leave my own eyes in the mirror to meet his, "What kind of a question is that of course I am. I mean look at me, I'm stunning." I smile wickedly and turn back to the mirror running a hand through my hair. It's changed a lot since the war although it's still bright white I've stopped slicking it back and I've finally allowed it to fall in two curtains against my forehead and in front of my eyes.