drarry oneshots

(2) french

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Genre; More Fluff

Warnings; none

Word Count; 1.4K

Summary; Harry Potter has to deal with Draco Malfoy's 'french tendencies'.

The [ ] show the translation in English for the French.

"Saint Potter et ses stupides yeux magnifiques" [Saint Potter, with his stupid beautiful eyes] Draco Malfoy muttered under his breath, while aggressively chopping a spider eye. Harry has been becoming very obsessed with Draco Malfoy and his 'french tendencies' as he likes to call them.

Malfoy has always spoken French, but now it's their eighth year and Harry is starting to find it rather attractive. He is also beginning to find it very frustrating, and that is only because he wants to know what the prat is saying.

It's not like Harry fancies Malfoy or anything.

No. Not at all. That would be just preposterous.

It was potions class, and Harry and Malfoy just so happened to be partners, but it also seemed that Harry wasn't the only one noticing Malfoy's french tendencies.

Hermione looked up quite startled as Malfoy spoke. Does Hermione fancy him? That bitch! She's dating Ron and Malfoy would never like her like that, or at all really. It's still not like Harry cares or anything.

"Potter!" Harry looked up at Malfoy at hearing his name. "I've been trying to get your attention for the past three minutes." Three minutes? No way has Harry been spaced out for three minutes.

"I was too paying attention!"

Malfoy snorted at this, and continued, "Oh yes, you're just simply very interested in raven talons? That's why you've been staring at them as if they held your children, yeah?" he finished while continuing chopping the spider eyes, now moving onto squeezing the lemongrass.

He was struggling to hold back a blush at this thought. "What do you care what I'm infatuated with Malfoy?" he stopped squeezing, and looked up at Harry, while raising his eyebrows to this remark.

Malfoy began to slowly nod his head and say, "Franchement, je me soucie beaucoup de ce que tu aimes, Potter. J'adore la façon dont ça t'excites quand je parle français." [Quite frankly, I care very much about what you're infatuated with Potter. I just love how when I speak French it turns you on.]

Harry was completely dumbstruck the entire time he was speaking in a different tongue, but was quickly snapped out of it by the sound of Hermione dropping her knife, very loudly, on the desk staring up at Malfoy with wide eyes. Malfoy was also staring at her with wide eyes.

This made Harry furious. What the hell is her deal? Can't she see that he likes Malfoy? I mean doesn't, at all. "Care to be any louder Hermione?!" Harry snapped, turning all eyes on him.

He didn't think Malfoy's eyebrows could go any higher on his head. "5 points from Gryffindor for Miss Granger's constant disturbance to the class" Snape drawling. This made Harry get a big smirk on his face.

Harry, realizing his behavior, finally blushed, and looked down. "What can I do to help, Malfoy?" Harry mumbled quietly, refusing to look into his eyes.

"Just stir the potion clockwise until I tell you otherwise." he huffed out, and he did just that.

Harry did not speak for the rest of the class, and when the bell rang, for their dismissal to lunch, Harry grabbed his bag and got out of there as quickly as possible, deciding it might be best to skip lunch.