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Pretend to Be Mine

It had started as a joke. Or, more accurately, a plan born out of desperation.

Draco Malfoy had been dodging Pansy Parkinson's not-so-subtle attempts to set him up for months. Ever since the beginning of their eighth year, Pansy had made it her personal mission to find Draco a "suitable match," and Draco had grown increasingly exasperated with her relentless efforts. It wasn't that he wasn't interested in dating-he just wasn't interested in the people Pansy kept throwing at him.

And then there was Harry Potter.

Draco hadn't expected to get along with him after everything that had happened during the war. But as the months passed and the dust from their shared past settled, Harry had slowly become a part of Draco's life. They weren't exactly friends-not at first-but there was a strange, undeniable bond between them.

When Harry had suggested that they pretend to date to get Pansy off Draco's back, Draco had laughed at the absurdity of it. But the more they talked about it, the more it started to make sense. If Pansy thought Draco was already taken, she'd stop meddling. And who better to play Draco's fake boyfriend than the one person no one would ever suspect?

"It's perfect," Harry had said, grinning as they sat in the library one afternoon. "We can just pretend to date for a bit, and Pansy will back off. Easy."

Draco had been skeptical at first, but Harry's enthusiasm was contagious. And besides, what was the harm in pretending?

It was just pretending.

The first week of their "relationship" was surprisingly easy. All they had to do was spend more time together in public-sitting next to each other during meals, walking to classes together, occasionally bickering in a way that could be mistaken for playful banter. It wasn't anything out of the ordinary, really. They'd always had a strange kind of chemistry, even when they weren't pretending to be a couple.

But then, something shifted.

As the days went on, the line between pretending and reality began to blur. The way Harry's hand would brush against Draco's when they walked through the corridors, the way Draco would catch Harry looking at him from across the room, the way they started to linger just a little too long when they said goodbye after a "date."

It was unsettling. And thrilling. And utterly confusing.

Draco told himself it was just part of the act. Harry was good at this-at making it seem real. But sometimes, Draco found himself wondering if maybe, just maybe, there was something more to it than either of them were willing to admit.

It was during one of their weekly study sessions in the library when everything came crashing down.

Harry was sitting across from Draco, scribbling furiously in his notebook while Draco pretended to read his Charms textbook. They were alone in a secluded corner of the library, the quiet hum of students working around them filling the air. It was peaceful, comfortable even.

But Draco couldn't focus. His mind kept drifting to Harry-how easy it had become to spend time with him, how natural it felt to be around him. He wasn't supposed to feel this way. It was all supposed to be an act.

But then, maybe it wasn't.

Just as Draco was about to say something-anything to break the tension he felt building between them-Ron Weasley appeared at their table, looking mildly surprised to see them together.

"Hey, mate," Ron greeted Harry, giving Draco a polite nod before turning back to Harry. "You finally did it, huh?"

Draco froze, his heart skipping a beat. "Did what?"