Toothpaste (DracoxHarry)

Cupcake

Draco's POV

Life has been going well. 

I smiled to myself as Snape ranted on about how using the wrong ingredients in a potion can cause disastrous problems to a potion, and how mixing them out of order could cause even more problems.

"For example in the beginning I had you all make something simple, and as usual, Mr. Longbottom blew it up."

"I-I said I was sorry..."

"Nonsense." He scowled. "Half of potions is literally- FOLLOWING THE INSTRUCTIONS."

"And preparing your ingredients properly." Hermione shot in.

I glanced over at the curly haired girl and rolled my eyes.

"And where do you think you learn on how to prepare these ingredients?"

"..." She narrowed her eyes at his response.

"Oh no, Ms. Granger. Don't shut up now." He blinked at her emotionlessly.

"Well I've seen you prepare ingredients differently for multiple potions, and it turns out significantly better than what the stupid book tells us to do."

"Maybe that's because I have something you all lack, called...experience."

"..."

"None of you have ever loved a subject well enough to want to pursue it." He paused. "Except for perhaps Defense against the Dark Arts, to be an auror or maybe a curse cracker of some sort."

Neville perked up. "I like herbology, professor."

"Well you suck at Potions."

"So does Harry." Ron spoke up.

"Well he's passing now." I spat. A wave of embarrassment hit me and I bit my tongue as soon as I realized that I actually said something.

Snape bit back a smile and Blaise kicked me under the table.

"You would know that since he's your little boyfriend."

"He's not my boyfriend. He's my roommate."

"Oh yeah? Then why did you attack me when I was in the infirmary?"

"Because Slytherin's protect each other." Blaise butted in.

 "Eye for an eye, tooth for a tooth." Pansy nodded.

"Oh shut up, you two." Weasley scowled. "I'm talking to the ferret, not you two mutts."

"Cut it out Ron."

We all looked at Harry who had been silent the whole time.

What's wrong?

Nothing.

Harry.

I'm fine. Trust me.

He seemed a little tense and I could sense an unfamiliar emotion coming off of him.

"Oh? So you're finally speaking after your boyfriend denied you?"

A sharp pang of guilt hit me as I indirectly realized that I denied Harry.

I'm sorry....

It's fine. I'm your roommate.

Harry.

I'm fine, okay? Just drop it.

I narrowed my eyes at him.

"Shut up."