( 𝙞𝙣 𝙖𝙣 𝙞𝙣𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙣𝙩 ― 𝙙𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙤 𝙢𝙖𝙡𝙛𝙤𝙮 / 𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙮 𝙥𝙤𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙧 )

[00 | THE PACT]

AROUND THE LATE HOURS OF EVENING, THERE WAS A KNOCK ON THE DOOR OF THE POTTER RESIDENCE.

"Harry, dear, could you get the door for our guests?" Lily Potter, questioned as she quickly trailed back upstairs for the hundredth time in the last hour; her red hair whipping behind her as it was clear she was far too busy at the moment to do so herself.

The said person nodded, tucked his phone into his pocket, and got out of at his seat at the kitchen island; spearing a quick glance in approval of his outfit that consisted of jeans, and a slightly baggy -t with the short sleeves rolled in. He shrugged and went to open the door; putting on his best manners as he'd always done when they arrived.

"Hello Mrs. Malfoy," Harry greeted the tall, blue-eyed and slimmed down older woman before giving her a gentle hug, smiling at her familiar scent of lavender, and allowing her to come inside. "And hello--" He stopped, and his face fell mid-sentence upon seeing the towering blond figure that was propped against the doorway, glaring at smirk at his oh-so-proper manners.

"Oh, it's you."

"Now, now, that's no way to treat your guest, Potter." Draco Malfoy snickered before shoving past Harry roughly, letting himself into the home. Harry sent daggers to the back of his head as he shut the door behind him, grumbling underneath his breath before walking past him and returning the shove.

"Harry, be sure to keep Draco entertained while he's here." Mrs. Potter called out over her shoulder before continuing her previous conversation and entering the living room, Mrs. Malfoy right by her side.

"Alright, will do, mom..." Harry faked a smile, and waited until they turned the corner before he pulled Draco aside, "What're you doing here?!" He hissed quietly, tightening the grip on the taller boy's arm.

This earned him an eye roll, "Our moms are friends if you've forgotten." He sighed, shaking his head, "I honestly don't know why she just dragged me along last minute. I guess they want us to bond, to have a friendship somewhat similar to their's so I guess we can all hang out more..." He paused, "Or something like that."

"Well, we'd all actually hang out more if it wasn't for our rivalry," Harry replied, letting go of him, and heading to the fridge for a drink.

"Rivalry?" Draco snickered, leaning back against the marble counter, his hands on the counter, "Can't believe we still use that story."

"We have to." Retorted the green-eyed boy from within the depths of the refrigerator.

"No, we don't."

"I beg to differ," Harry replied, shutting the fridge to face him; cracking open a soda--taking a few sips before placing it in front of his previous seat.

"That isn't the only thing you beg for." Draco shot back, smirking at the other boy's newly flushed face.

"And this isn't the only time you've been propped back on your hands, being hard to handle," Harry said, placing one hand on either side of the counter as he closed in on the tall blond; staring up.

Silence filled the space as glares were shared, neither blinking. That was before Draco cracked a goofy grin, and Harry began laughing; his head dropping down as his shoulders continued to bounce, "Idiot."