The Purest Kind of Magic

- eight -

Malfoy and I got a bit closer after that, not too close though, not yet at least. We were sort of friends and sort of not.

Recently Harry got back to trying to talk to me, but not doing so himself though. His Weasley friend and the Granger girl had been trying to talk to me a whole lot when Malfoy wasn't around.

"Y/n, are you sure you're not related to Harry? He'd be more than happy to know that he actually has other relatives than the muggles he lives with."

As much as I wish I could tell Harry, I can't. I already told everyone I possibly knew that I'm not related to Harry. I'm not about to make myself look like a liar now. I know it's my fault for lying in the first place, but there's no going back now. I'll just have my parents tell him through a letter or something, it'll be easier for me to explain that way.

But today Harry himself finally got some balls and stopped me on my way to my tutoring session with Malfoy.

I sighed, "Fine, spit it out."

"I... I just think that we should still be like, friends? Since we do got the same last name, that's somewhat interesting, right?" Harry said, eyes darting everywhere but on me.

"That'll be easier if you weren't a Gryffindor," I said, looking at the classroom door, wondering if Malfoy would come out, "But I guess we can try it out."

Harry's face lit up, "Really?"

I nodded and kept looking at the door.

"Also," Harry started, grabbing my attention, "I do want to warn you about Malfoy. He's... just don't get too close to him."

I was just about to say something but then interrupted by the classroom door opening which revealed Malfoy's blonde hair. He saw Harry and frowned.

"What are you doing with him?" Malfoy asked me, gesturing at Harry.

"Are you jealous or something? I can't talk to other guys?" Why did I say that, fuck.

Malfoy rolled his eyes and focused on Harry. "Listen Potter, now she's got tutoring with me, stop interrupting us."

"Shut up Malfoy, I'm just trying to make a friend." Harry replied, taking a step towards Malfoy.

Malfoy smirked and reached his hand out for mine. I didn't know why but my hand moved automatically and placed it on his. "See Potter," Malfoy said, showing Harry our hands, "This one's going with me. Nice try." He then dragged me into the classroom.

He closed the door behind us and let go of my hand and then stared at me.

"You know, now I feel like you like me," I blurted out as I looked into his eyes.

"I just don't like Potter," Malfoy said as he broke the eye contact and walked over to his seat and sat down.

I sat down next to him, "Is that including me?" He never answered that question.

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Blaise convinced me to come to the Quidditch game today we had against the Gryffindors. I always refused to come as I was avoiding Malfoy and Harry. But Blaise had a way with his words that made me give in.

I watched Malfoy flew across the field and right by me. The speed of that broomstick is certainly unbelievable, if he made a single mistake I'd end up in the Hospital Wing for at least two weeks to recover from the hit.

Malfoy and Harry were both seekers and it was a great game to watch. Harry ended up winning the game for Gryffindor by a tiny bit, which made Malfoy raging mad when he got off court.

I went with Blaise and the others to meet up with Malfoy. I figured seeing him having a temper tantrum like a 4-year-old would be funny as hell.

I was right.

"Fucking Bloody Potter! If only I knocked him off his stupid broom!" Malfoy cussed as he walked with us. He kept ranting until he saw me laughing to death at his childish behavior.

"Shut it, Peanut Potter!" Unfortunately for him, that nickname made me laugh even more. He rolled his eyes.

As much as Malfoy hated how I laugh so hard to his new nickname for me, he never stopped using it. Whenever he talks to me, he always calls me "Peanut Potter" and nothing else. I never stopped him either, it wasn't offensive to me. To me, Peanut was an affectionate nickname and still is thanks to him.

Having another guy using it was weird at first, but I got used to it. It did make me realize he wasn't as bad as I thought he'd be.

Not as bad as Harry tried to say he was.