Harry barely made it to the Great Hall in time for breakfast, his mind still reeling from the realization that he was wearing Draco's Slytherin tie. He slipped into his seat at the Gryffindor table, trying to act as casual as possible. His friends were already there, deep in conversation about the upcoming Triwizard Tournament tasks.
"Morning, Harry!" Hermione greeted him cheerfully. "You look like you just ran a marathon."
"Yeah, just... couldn't sleep," Harry mumbled, hoping she wouldn't press the issue.
Ron, sitting across from him, raised an eyebrow. "Mate, is that a Slytherin tie you're wearing?"
Harry's blood ran cold. He glanced down and saw the offending green and silver tie, standing out starkly against his Gryffindor robes. "Oh, uh, must have grabbed the wrong one in the dark," he said quickly, fumbling with the knot.
Ron snorted. "Well, you better change it before Snape sees. He'll have a field day with that."
"Yeah, thanks, Ron," Harry muttered, slipping the tie off and stuffing it into his bag. He pulled out his own red and gold tie, relief flooding through him as he secured it around his neck.
Across the hall, Draco was having his own set of problems. He had managed to sneak back to the Slytherin common room without anyone noticing his Gryffindor tie, but now he had to get through the day without raising suspicions. He avoided his usual spot at the Slytherin table, choosing instead to linger near the entrance, scanning the room for Harry.
Their eyes met across the hall, and Harry gave a small nod, signaling that he had successfully switched ties. Draco let out a breath he didn't realize he had been holding. The morning's close call had rattled him more than he wanted to admit.
As breakfast drew to a close, students began to file out of the Great Hall, heading to their first classes of the day. Harry and Draco both knew they would need to be extra cautious going forward. Their secret was a fragile thing, balanced on a knife's edge.
The rest of the day passed in a blur for Harry. He found it hard to concentrate in his classes, his mind constantly drifting back to Draco and their precarious situation. As he made his way to Potions that afternoon, he couldn't shake the feeling that someone was watching him.
Entering the dungeon classroom, he took his usual seat next to Ron and Hermione, trying to ignore the prickling sensation at the back of his neck. Snape swept into the room, his robes billowing behind him, and began the lesson with his usual disdainful tone.
Harry did his best to focus on the potion they were brewing, but he couldn't help glancing over at Draco, who was seated with the other Slytherins. Their eyes met briefly, and Harry saw a flicker of concern in Draco's gaze. It was a reminder of the risk they were taking, and the consequences if they were caught.
As the class dragged on, Harry's unease grew. He needed to talk to Draco, to make sure they were on the same page about how to handle their relationship moving forward. But finding a moment to speak privately was nearly impossible with the constant watchful eyes of their classmates and teachers.
When the bell finally rang, signaling the end of the lesson, Harry gathered his things quickly. He was about to leave the classroom when Snape's voice stopped him in his tracks.
"Potter, a word," Snape said, his tone leaving no room for argument.
Harry's heart sank as he turned back to face the Potions master. "Yes, Professor?" he asked, trying to keep his voice steady.
Snape's dark eyes bored into him. "I couldn't help but notice your... unusual choice of attire this morning," he said, a sly smile playing at his lips. "Care to explain why you were wearing a Slytherin tie?"
Harry's mind raced for an excuse. "I, um, grabbed the wrong one by mistake," he said, hating how weak the lie sounded.
"Indeed," Snape drawled, clearly unconvinced. "Be more careful in the future, Potter. We wouldn't want any... misunderstandings, now would we?"
Harry nodded, relief flooding through him when Snape finally dismissed him. As he left the classroom, he couldn't shake the feeling that their secret was hanging by a thread. He needed to talk to Draco, and soon. Their relationship was a dangerous game, and one wrong move could bring it all crashing down.
Harry hurried through the corridors, his mind racing with thoughts of their precarious situation. He needed to find Draco and figure out a plan to ensure their secret remained safe. Their love was worth the risk, but they had to be smarter about how they managed it.
Turning a corner, Harry almost collided with Draco, who was clearly waiting for him. "We need to talk," Draco said quietly, glancing around to make sure no one was watching.
"Yeah, we do," Harry agreed, leading them to a secluded alcove where they could speak without fear of being overheard. "This morning was too close. We need to be more careful."
Draco nodded, his usual confident demeanor replaced by a rare moment of vulnerability. "I know. We can't afford to slip up again. But I don't want to lose this, Harry. I don't want to lose us."
Harry reached out, taking Draco's hand in his. "We won't," he said firmly. "We'll figure this out. Together."
As they stood there, hidden away from the prying eyes of the castle, they made a silent vow to protect their love, no matter the cost. It was a dangerous game they were playing, but it was a game they were determined to win.
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Entwined Secrets
FanfictionIn their fourth year at Hogwarts, Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy have been secretly dating, hiding their unlikely romance from friends and rivals alike. Their covert relationship is put to the test when a hurried morning leads to them accidentally sw...