Declaration

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Draco's POV

Once Harry was taken to the infirmary and his vomit was cleaned up, everyone started to whisper.

"Why did he call Draco?"

"What's up between them?"

"Don't they hate each other?"

"Why's Draco being so protective?"

"He was acting like a jealous girlfriend."

"Did you see that look."

"Maybe they're dating?"

"Noooo. Draco's dating Pansy."

"Oh right."

"Maybe he's friends with him?"

"Yeaah. Maybe."

"But what if they're gay."

"Draco couldn't be gay."

"Why not?"

"He's the Slytherin Prince! His father is quite the aristocrat."

"Oh. Right."

"See. Case closed."

"Hello!" I refocused on the brunette in my arms, snapping her fingers in my face.

"What?"

She frowned at me. "I've been trying to talk to you the whole time."

"You've been talking the whole time Pansy." I rolled my eyes. "I'm surprised you noticed my silence."

"You stopped grunting 'Mmhmm'."

I snorted. "Oh."

"Anyways. I was saying, Harry shouldn't have called you."

"Why not?"

"You guys are enemies. Not friends." She scoffed. "And you're my boyfriend."

"When did we start dating?"

She blinked at the question.

"W-What?"

I pulled her close, so that I could whisper in her ear as we continued to dance. "Have I ever asked you to be my girlfriend?"

"..."

My eyes watched her skin pale. "Answer me."

"N-No."

"Oh."

"B-But I-I thought...b-because we...we did stuff..."

"Pansy. We're just friends." I whispered softly.

"With benefits?"

"For a moment, yes." I paused. "But now we aren't benefiting anymore."

"..." Tears started to fall down her cheeks. "You. Used. Me."