Because You're Worth It (Drarry)

Chapter 5

         Draco was happy. That was something that he hadn't been able to say for a long time. For years in fact. Who knew all it would take is Potter? He thought to himself. He couldn't believe how well things seemed to be going for him and Potter. Sure, they had fought a couple of times, but they always seemed to be resolved soon enough as they had both grown up and were able to put aside some of their differences.

            Draco couldn't wait to finish all of his classes so that he could get ready to go see Potter. He found himself getting much too excited than necessary whenever he thought of seeing the brunette, and he ended up fussing over what to wear, for some reason he could not comprehend. All he knew was that he seemed to have this odd desire to impress the other teen in one way or another.

            Draco's excitement for that night was diminished greatly, however, when he looked outside of the window after eating dinner at the Great Hall. There was a huge storm coming in and he knew that they would not be able to meet under their tree by the lake. Draco paused, not knowing exactly what he should do. Do I invite him over, or do I just leave it and hope he invites me? He thought about it for a long while before deciding that he was going to make the first move since Har-Potter had made all of the other first moves so far.

            He sat at his desk and carefully quilled the letter to Potter, deciding to re-read it before he sent it off.

Dear Potter,

            As it seems to be about to storm terribly outside, I was wondering if you would perhaps like to join me in my room tonight instead, so that we could still have our nightly chat. Please let me know via owl.

Sincerely,

            Draco Malfoy

            Satisfied with his letter, he quickly called for an owl and sent it off before he could lose his nerve. He paced like a madman around his room before he remembered that Potter would be able to see that on his map and instead settled for tapping his fingers on his knee while he sat on one of the chairs by the fire in his room. He needn't wait long, however, as a reply arrived within ten minutes.

Dear Malfoy,

            I was just about to ask you the same thing! Great minds think alike, I suppose. Anyways, I'd love to come over. I'll see you at the normal time, then.

Always,

            Harry Potter

            Draco smiled contentedly as he re-read the letter many times. He couldn't wait for Har-Potter to arrive and he busied himself with tidying up while he waited. Eventually, he heard a light tap on his door and he all but sprinted towards it. He had to calm himself and smooth down his hair before he opened the door.

            Draco took in Potter's appearance approvingly; the raven-haired boy was wearing a simple jeans and t-shirt combination that looked extremely good on Potter, not that he really noticed...

"Hey." Harr-Potter said simply, stepping into the room and taking a look around.

"Do you approve?" Draco asked sarcastically, believing that Harry would hate the green-covered room.

"Yes, actually." Potter responded. At Draco's curious look, he said, "Oh please, I can enjoy the colour green, it isn't exclusive to Slytherins... Besides, I was supposed to be in Slytherin anyway."

            Potter had said it so casually that he almost didn't even notice the last part of Potter's statement. Once he did, though, he couldn't help but feel like Potter was messing with him. "What in Merlin's name are you going on about, Potter?" he asked jokingly.

"Maybe we should sit down." Potter said with an amused smile, "I wouldn't want you becoming faint and falling on the floor."

            Though the raven-haired teen said it jokingly, there was still a serious edge to the boy's voice that made him take the advice seriously. He motioned for Harry to sit wherever he wished and sat across from him next to the fire.

"So what is this about?" Draco asked politely.

"Yes well, I was actually supposed to be sorted into Slytherin." Harry said passively, but it was obvious he was looking closely towards Draco for some sort of reaction.

"What do you mean? Why are you in Gryffindor, then?"

"Well... I sort of asked it not to put me in Slytherin..." Harry said sheepishly.

"So you're telling me..." Draco started incredulously, "that you somehow managed to get the sorting hat to put you in a different house?"

"All I did was ask it not to." Harr-Potter answered nonchalantly.

"But why didn't you want to be in Slytherin?" Draco asked, not understanding why someone would not want to be in his house, especially when Harry hadn't grown up in the Wizarding World.

"Well... Um... You see, you were sort of sorted into Slytherin before I was being sorted and..."

"Oh... You didn't want to be put into the same house as me..." Draco said sadly.

            There was a tense silence for a minute before Harry said, "You know, if you had of acted the way you do now back then, I wouldn't have objected to being put in Slytherin at all..."

"Thanks." Draco said, giving the raven-haired teen a brilliant smile that the other boy returned easily.

"Anytime"