Playing pretend Malfoy? (Drarry)

Too much thinking

Draco had decided to not bother Harry anymore today, he still wasn't sure what he wanted to do. Silently he prayed that the boy would talk to him even if it was an insult, but nothing. Although he did catch his eye glancing his way once or twice.

By the time dinner rolled around Draco couldn't get Pansy's words out of his head.
I suppose it would be nice not to be fighting all the time, but be his friend? I can't really be playing out that thought, can I?

NO.

No.

No?

Well why ever not?
Because that's madness Draco.
Well I am curious to what her plan is, and why the hell has she had it since fifth year, I suppose that's when life got awful maybe she just wanted to make it a little better? No.
Then again...

Hypothetically, HYPOTHETICALLY if we did try her plan would it even work? What would I gain from being his damn friend anyway? Good publicity, no more fretting about looking professional in front of him, no wasted energy on fighting, putting all of our petty squabbles in the past, maybe bullied less, but best of all I would get his attention. No, I don't want his attention per say it's just... you feel important when the chosen one talks to you, he is the supposed greatest wizard after all. I can't believe he used my wand! Why do I have the urge to scream right now? I'm going to fucking burst at this point.

What's wrong with me?

There was that recurring question. What was wrong with him it had to be the potion messing with his brain. His thoughts had run away with themselves he felt out of control and couldn't stand it. It played tricks on him, saying things he wouldn't ever imagine in a million years.

This is stupid it should be simple! No, no is the correct answer. Imagine me, an ex death eater friends with the very person who we were out to kill. Yes that's my choice. Yes...

His brain fought out a silent war while he walked to the great hall alone. Pansy had dragged Blaise off to try and entrance Hugo yet again.

The poor sod. Gosh Pansy's so blind he very clearly likes that other huffle, the scrawny one. He reminds me of Potter in third year, small and helpless. He's grown quite a lot since then; bulging muscles, few notches taller (luckily still shorter than me), much more distinct jaw line. Though I have noticed he is still quite skinny, probably just what he wears. And his hair, oh his hair, is still a rats nest, I guess some things never change.
He mentally chuckled thinking about the truly scruffy mop.

Wait why am I thinking about Potter so much? Good grief, if father could see me now.

His racing thoughts where rudely interrupted by big, green eyes locking with his. He hadn't spoken to the boy since potions and wasn't sure how to act. He hid his nervousness and strode forward adding his signature Malfoy smirk for an extra precaution.

Harry was with the only three who would be seen with him. Draco walked up to the group just a fraction away from grazing Harry, brushing his hand through his soft, blond hair. Luckily he had only broken into fits of coughing after he was out of earshot. That would of been embarrassing.

He found Millicent sitting with Carlton, and unwillingly sat down, having nowhere else to go. He listened to their boring conversation about potions and there ingredients: Liquid Luck yada yada, Amortentia yada yada, Polyjuice Potion yada yada. He nodded every once in a while to show his enthusiasm.

His attention was thankfully torn away when the golden boy sat in front staring dead at him. Draco decided to look distastefully at him then look away attempting to appear as unbothered as possible.