A Slytherin's Mate?

Books and Satisfaction

(Draco's POV)

I was a little surprised by the fact Potter had let me join him after dinner. In fact, after a little coaxing, the other two also allowed me to join. However, they were a little bit more defiant. Blaise and Pansy had heard me ask, and sat there with their mouth agap. I only glared at them, and turned back towards Potter. Their eyes bore holes into my head.

What was strange to me was the fact that I had actually asked to join them. Well, not really them, but Harry. A part of me wanted to stay close to him, while the more rational side sat there is horror. Sitting there stunned is not something that I do on a regular basis.

Recently, these type of thoughts were popping up into my mind. The thoughts consisted of wondering where he was at during the day, wanting to keep him safe, and much more. However, they were just thoughts.

I nudged Harry softly and waited for him to look at me before quietly mumbling, "Can you and I just hang out... alone?"

Harry's eyes got a little wide. He looked at me as though I had just asked him for a blowjob, but it quickly turned into a small smile and a nod. I saw his shoulders relax a little; he looked like he was a lot more happier with that idea. He bit his lip before talking again.

"Sure. Where do you want to go?"

"Let's go to the book shop."

He thought for a moment then leaned back in his chair. He agreed before his friends turned his attention away. At this, I decided to get a better look at him. From my angle, he looked like a... half decent looking guy. Something else had popped in my mind but I quickly shoved that thought down. He did not look anything like that.

I felt a tap on my shoulder and a smaller hand rested there. I tore my eyes away from Potter and rested them upon Pansy with her curious eyes. She then looked over at Potter and scowled.

"Why would you want to hang out with him?"

My eyes narrowed and I looked down at her before growling the words, "Fuck off."

Her face paled in fear and she quickly moved away from me. Others at the table, including my friends, stared at me with wide eyes.

"Was that you Malfoy?"

"How the hell did you do that?"

My eye brows knotted together before I realized what had happened. I had literally growled at my friends and I felt my teeth sharpen. Harry's hand rested on my shoulder and a jolt went down my spine. I leaned into the hand and calmed down a little.

"We can leave now if you want."

I nodded and Harry and I got up. The Headmaster tried to convince us to stay for dessert, but Harry just ignored him and lead us out. This wasnt unpleasant. We walked in silence over to the book shop and again, he opened the door for me.

The smell of thousands of old novels hit us as we walked in. Harry walked over to one of the larger shelves by the front desk and started to browse the books. I decided to head up the stairs and look around. My hand dragged up the railing and my eyes skimmed the titles on the spines. From what I could see, this was the history section.

It wasn't long before Harry and I had found our respective books and sat on some plush couches they had moved in up stairs. We each sat at either ends of the one couch we chose and started to read.

Having this calming silence and being in the presence of someone trustworthy was almost a new thing for me. I felt at home here with Harry. It was as though nothing could touch us while we read.

As time passed, we each got more comfy with our positions until our feet met in the middle and rested against each other. My first reaction was to pull away and throw slander, but Harry did not seem to mind. His eyes were transfixed on the words of his book, and he was biting his lip in the cutest way possible.

I then decided that this amount of contact would be acceptable for the time being. Especially since something inside was howling in happiness.