Technicolor Beat

Crushed Apple

Draco was going to die.

His life was going to end here in the Great Hall during lunch. In a room full of people he really couldn't care less about (well except one) he was to meet the end.

By the looks Harry's annoying friends were giving him, he'd say he was lucky they haven't killed him off right here and now. Not that he couldn't take the two Gryffindors, because he is a Malfoy after all, and Malfoy's do not lose. Although, the bushy one could give him a run for his money and that he has a lot of.

Hermione is glaring at him in a way that would make any mother proud. Pursed lips, tense folded arms, and honey brown eyes so sharp it made Draco wince when he made eye contact. The weasel, well he's not really glaring at him like his bushy haired girlfriend. The red-headed git looks like he'll actually implode. His face is the same bright fiery color of his hair and he's gripping the apple in his hand so hard, juice starts to run down his freckled arm.

"Erm, guys? Mind if we sit down?"

All three people snap their heads to Harry, giving him a look that said "Are you fucking kidding me?" The black haired boy steps back and gives them a sheepish grin.

How did it all come to this? Draco thought, and a grimace took over his face as he remembered:

It was about half way into lunch when Harry came running...no...sprinting into the Great Hall laughing like a madman, Draco Malfoy hot on his heels. The Slytherin had chased Harry all the way from the Room of Requirement (the two had made quite the discovery there) and to the Great Hall. The bespectacled boy made it about two feet in front of the table where he usually eats before he felt a body tackle his and both went down in a heap of laughter and curses.

Draco pinned him down and leaned forward so close he could feel the exhausted puffs of air from the boy hit his cheeks. He quirked his lips into an almost smile and was about to enact his revenge (he was thinking a good light hexing would serve him well) when he felt the boy beneath him stiffen. He quickly searched the boys face to see what was wrong. Harry's emerald eyes were wide with shock and his tan cheeks were rosy, both from exertion and embarrassment.

Then Draco had remembered where he was, and leapt off of the black-haired boy as if he were something dangerous. He stood up and looked around whilst dusting himself off to see if anyone noticed. Only a few pair of eyes were staring at him and he locked eyes with Blaise who raised his dark eyebrows at the blonde. Other than that, no one seemed to pay the two any mind.

The blonde looked back to boy still lying on the floor spread eagle and chuckled. He took a step toward the raven and extended a delicate hand out while bowing forward slightly. The boy on the floor looked at the hand outstretched toward him and grinned, accepting the blonde's hand.

Draco gently yanked Harry up and tugged him forward causing the raven to stumble slightly into him. Both boys grinned at each other, blushes obvious.

A throat cleared and it brought both boys back to reality. Draco stilled when realized he was still holding onto Harry's hand, and jerked his own back as if he were burned. Harry frowned at the action but understood. The raven slowly looked to his right, where his friends are sat. He smiled guiltily at the looks of confusion and anger coming from Ron and Hermione. Then he looked to Draco and tried not to laugh at his soulmate looking obviously uncomfortable being put into this situation.

His soulmate.

Harry smiles softly.

So now they're here, Draco getting sent death glares by Harry's friends and Harry trying to pacify everyone.

Harry said something about "we" and "sit with you guys" and Draco nearly snapped his neck turning his head and giving Harry an incredulous look.

"Harry. Would you mind explaining what on earth he is doing here?"