Drarry - Convention

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Hiiiiii! Ik this took forever to publish, but It's here now! This was not my original idea, but I'll tell you more about that at the end.

Enjoy!

Quick disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters except for the ones in this chapter named Emily Hill, Alex Hill and Amber Smith.

First person, Harry PoV:

I was walking along one of the many corridors that Hogwarts has, when I had an idea. It was a cold winter morning, and even though it was only 10am, the sky outside was dark from the snow. Since we're in eighth year, we are allowed to do practically whatever we want on the weekends, unless of course a teacher asks us to do something for them. I quickly turned around and walked roughly in the direction I came from, except going down instead of up.

I had originally come from the Ravenclaw common rooms, needing help from Luna. Now, I was heading towards the eighth year common room. I Finally arrived at the painting of...I actually don't know what it is, so I say the password; Peace, and walk through the passage. I quickly climb out, startling the few others in the room. I scan the room and see Draco reading.

He was sitting in an armchair facing towards the "Door", so I had a view of his face. He was looking intently down at his book, probably studying. I rushed over to him without a second thought. "Drayyyyyy~" I say, standing in front of him. He barely glances at me, decking to focus on his book, which I can now see is called "Potions".

I yank the book away from him, and he jumps up. "Hey!" he shouts, as I run around the common room with his book. A few heads were turned at the commotion, but they quickly realised what was happening and ignored us. He starts gaining on me, so I run up to the boys dorms there's three of them, and I run into mine. He barges in after me and tackles me onto the bed.

I feel his hands on my stomach and I fill with dread. A second later we were both laughing as Draco tickled me. I tap out, and he moves his hand either side of my head. I'm still panting from the laughter when he leans his head down...





































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