Something Real - A Drarry story

Chapter 2 - Potions Class with the Flirt

Draco pushed open the door to the potions room with a cold palm.

"Merlin, it's freezing out there!" Draco mumbled, a scowl creasing his features.

Draco walked through the array of strewn desks, dropping his book loudly onto his own. He stood, flipping through the pages to find the section on Liquid Luck. He sighed, biting his cheek in aggravation. 

"Where is the bloody Liquid Luck?" Draco hissed under his breath.

He flipped a few more pages, his scowl growing neutral when he found it. Draco turned on his heel, walking over to the resource cabinet to gather his ingredients. He was still the first one in class. Not even Slughorn was here yet.

As Draco turned back to his desk, he picked up on the smallest sounds toward the back of the classroom. Draco swiveled his head, his grip on the Ashwinder Egg, powdered root of asphodel, infusion of wormwood, and the other ingredients tightening.

He watched as Harry pushed the door open, his eyes heavy with sleepiness. Harry looked up at Draco, flashing him a charming smile before closing the door and heading to his desk.

Draco watched. Harry's desk was the one next to Draco's.

"Fireballs and lizard tongues!" Draco cursed under his breath, his heart skipping a few beats.

Draco shuffled back to his desk, pulling his hood up over his head. He scowled as he ruffled his slicked hair. Today he just happened to forget his gel. He ripped his hood off in frustration.

Dumping his ingredients into his empty cauldron, Draco glanced at Harry, who was rummaging through the cabinet to find his own materials. Draco scoffed quietly, grabbing his book of potions.

He turned to the window, perching himself on the small ledge. He listened to the shuffling sound of Harry setting up his materials. They had maybe seven or eight more minutes until people start arriving.

Draco read through the instructions, biting his lip in thought. He scowled.

"This makes no fucking sense," he mumbled.

Draco's head was pulled up, his face flushing.

Harry softly held Draco's chin, gazing into his eyes.

"W-What are you doing, Potter?" Draco exclaimed, batting Harry's hand away with his book.

Harry smirked.

"That's no face to make when you look that good, Malfoy," Harry teased, backing up to turn to his ingredients.

Draco blinked, his heart racing in embarrassment. He jumped from his sitting ledge, placing his book on the corner of his desk before racing over to Harry. Draco gripped Harry's robes in his fist, pulling the slightly taller boy to look at him.

"What did you say, Potter?"

"That's no face to make when you look that good," Harry sneered.

Draco blinked, fending off a blush.

"What in Merlin's Beard are you rambling about?"

Harry's brows knitted, and his face transformed into that of joy and happiness. Harry burst out laughing, wiping an eye with his finger.

"Kidding. Nice hair, by the way," Harry sighed, adjusting his glasses.

Draco inhaled sharply, dropping Harry's robe. He brushed his hands off, turning back to his desk. Draco was pulled back, a firm hold on his wrist.

"Potter! Let go!"

Harry gripped Draco's robes, leaning closer to his face. Draco thought he would nearly kiss him! Instead, Harry just winked, sticking out his tongue before dropping Draco and turning back to getting his cauldron ready.