Drarry: Starting Over

Weasley's Wizard Wheezes: Draco

       The people stood a little closer to Draco today.

       They didn't shout as much.

       But still, he pushed open the door to Weasley's Wizard Wheezes, and stepped inside.  Business had picked up a bit, and Draco wondered if George still was getting help from Potter.

       Not that he cared. He only wondered.

"He's in the back." George's voice came from the desk.

"What was that, Weasley?" Draco said.

"Harry. He's in the back."

"Why would I care?"

"Don't kid yourself, Draco." George took a sip of his coffee, not taking his eyes off the blond Slytherin standing before him. Draco wandered the shop for a bit, but raced off to the back room when George was preoccupied with a customer who had lost the reverse puking pastille, and was spilling sick everywhere.

"Come to hang out with me, Malfoy? You're not an employee." Harry said, once he had noticed Draco enter.

"The Weasley brother seemed to think I should come back." He said. It wasn't necessarily a lie. Not that he cared if he lied to Potter.

"Why would he think you'd want that?"

"I dunno. Do I have to know everything, Potter?"

"No. But you could learn a few things. Like manners."

"I've got manners! I've got plenty of manners!"

"Really? Prove it."

"You've got...nice hair."

"Thanks."

"And beautiful green eyes. And when you walk you've got this sort of aura that just radiates coolness, and you're always helping people, and...." He trailed off when he saw Harry raise an eyebrow at him. His cheeks reddened as he said, "See? Manners."