Your Type Drarry

Part 6

Harry stormed into the common room, completely ignoring Hermione and Ron and heading towards his dormitory. He wasn't in the mood of explaining anything right now. What does Malfoy think of Himself? How much of a fool one could be to accept working with Malfoy? I am an idiot!

He settled in his bed, hugging his knees and staring at the wall for some time regretting his decision. He was determined to not let Malfoy get the best of him now. Harry took out the parchment he wrote for the assignment and unconsciously played with it, rolling and unrolling it over and over again.

Why was Malfoy so upset about the fact that Hermione helped me with the information? He was talking about holding hands with Hermione even though almost everybody knows Ron and Hermione like each other.

And he couldn't believe it if Malfoy, who had had his eyes on them since forever, didn't know about it. Ron came into the dormitory after him, with a little worried expression. Probably Hermione has sent him to check on Harry. "Mate, you good?" Asked Ron.

He could feel the reluctance in Ron's voice. They have always fought whenever Ron tried to talk about Harry's bad mood so Ron stopped asking him anything when he was angry or upset. He knew Harry would discuss it after he calmed himself down but he couldn't convince Hermione, so here he was, hesitantly trying to talk to him.

"Yeah" Harry let out a deep sigh and looked at Ron who was standing by the side of his bed. "Hermione and I collected information about the potion, uh- what was its name?" Harry touched his forehead trying to remember what potion they were working on.

"Felixa folic, something like this I guess" Ron narrowed his eyes, "Hermione told me but I forgot" He shrugged and walked towards his bed to sit, facing Harry. "Whatever, I went to Malfoy to merge the previous information with it and he got mad at me for taking Mione's help" Harry didn't tell Ron about Malfoy trying to bore holes in his arm with his nails because it was embarrassing that he didn't do anything in return but starred and ran off.

"He is a git, Harry, that's why I was not sure about you working with him" furrowed Ron and patted Harry's back, "it's okay. You don't need to work with him or talk to him again. We will figure out a way to do the assignment that won't include Malfoy"

Harry looked up at Ron and smiled. He felt bad for fighting with Ron every time he was upset. "You know, Blaise asked Hermione to work with him," said Ron in a dry tone. "What was Hermione's reply?" Harry was a little surprised to hear this but didn't show anything.

"Of course she refused, she told me in the common room. She is going to work with Millicent Bulstrode. I don't really get it but what can we do" Ron shrugged and smiled again, trying to cheer Harry up.

"Yeah" replied Harry and they stood up, heading off to the common room where Hermione was sitting, waiting for them.

...

Pansy launched herself onto Draco's bed and laughed hysterically, after listening to Draco's rant about what happened in the potions classroom.

Draco felt his self-respect getting murdered and blushed with embarrassment as she laughed. Finally, she sat up and faced Draco, sniggering. "You're being overly possessive toward Potter, aren't you, Draco? And your behavior is so obvious for a person who has some brain cells to understand what's going on with you but the Golden boy doesn't seem to have anything in his cranium."

Pansy rolled over to the other side of the bed and picked up a bright green nail paint. "I got this nail paint yesterday, maybe you're interested umm because you know who has got green eyes" she winked.

"Why in the world would I be interested in nail paints, Pansy? We have more critical matters to solve right now" Draco gritted his teeth, his voice filled with frustration. He has been like this since the Potter incident. "Everything is just unbearable today!" He kicked his bedside and immediately regretted it because of the pain he had right now in his feet. "Ow," He sat beside Pansy, resting his chin in his hands.