the dorm drarry ✔

FIVE < Awkward Dorm Mates and New Faces

Theo watched, confused, as Harry quickly jumps up when Draco opened the door. Draco glances, his gaze cruel, at Harry, before walking to his bed and pointedly pulling out a text book.

It's been three months into first term, and Halloween had passed by quickly, along with the pathetic party that the new Transfiguration teacher attempted to throw.

"We'll throw a better one for Christmas. Student run," Blaise had promised most of the eighth years, who grinned because it was Blaise Zabini talking, and he was one of the true Slytherins in Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. There would definitely be a great party for Christmas if Blaise is planning it.

There was an encounter that changed Theo's routine up a bit, though. A while ago, Draco had led Theo back to the dorm, only to be met with Harry leaving hurriedly, and then Harry not returning till the next day. Ever since then, they've been working separately.

Not that it's a bad thing, Theo has been cherishing this small break, but it's strange, indeed.

Though weird, Theo has gotten to know the two boys better, individually. Him and Draco both enjoy Potions, and they sit together with Blaise, consistently, now. He tutors Harry with the same class, and he even got to know more than planned about the Golden Boy.

"In sixth year," Harry recalled, when Theo curiously asked why he didn't have the skills he used to, "I had acquired an old textbook. It had a bunch of side notes that informed me how to properly brew the potions, over the textbook's incorrect ways. It even had small scrawls about other things... like spells and enchantments. It said it belonged to the Half-Blood Prince. I later found out that was..."

"Who?" Theo asked, eagerly.

Harry looks at him, strangely. "I've no idea why I'm telling you all of this."

"It's because of my trustworthy vibes I throw off," Theo said, earning a laugh out of the other boy. "I'm just alluring."

"Sure, Theo," Harry had grinned, and unknowingly had said Theo's first name for the first time.

Theo didn't pressure him into telling who the Half-Blood Prince was, and even so, he didn't really care that much.

He got something much better.

The same went with Draco, as well.

"It's the most peculiar that people think that all Slytherins are the same. I witnessed a Muggleborn, Slytherin first year being called a Death Eater by some snotty Ravenclaw this morning," Draco had said, conversationally, to him, one day over their cauldrons. Blaise was busy pestering Weasley, so Theo figured it was fine to talk to Draco.

"That's terrible," Theo was astonished.

Draco hid his attractive smirk. "Yes, until the Ravenclaw mysteriously sprouted a beak," he drawled.

Theo laughed, genuinely. "Just remember: not all Ravenclaws are total arseholes, either," he joked to Draco, who rolled his eyes, fondly, in response.

Theo knew something was up with the two.

Why?

Because Theo had very obviously made acquaintance with the both of them, yet they still tried to win over his favour.

Need another reason?

They were so blatantly avoiding each other!

Harry was growing more and more awkward around Draco, and Draco seemed to be extra impassive when having to talk to Harry. It was more frustrating then when they were sexually frustrating Theo.