Desperately Seeking Seekers (Drarry)

Valentines

Harry sighed as more owls entered the great hall at supper, with several heading his way. Soon, their table was cluttered with many pink envelopes and heart-shaped boxes of chocolates. Harry warned Ron about love potions when he had eyed them with interest.

"Just be thankful Gilderoy Lockhart isn't here anymore. The hall would be full of Valentine decorations again," Ron joked, opening one of the letters.

Hermione was giggling as she read another letter. "I think it's the fourth marriage proposal today! This woman has a seaside cottage and is an excellent cook."

Harry could only shake his head and shove the other letters towards them as he ate his shepherd's pie. All day, he had girls giggling and flirting with him. Valentine letters and packages had arrived at all three meals. The students who weren't try to flirt with him were openly laughing at all the attention.

The exception was Draco Malfoy. He seemed grouchier and even more distant today, even though Pansy and the other Slytherins seemed to making lots of jokes at Harry's expense. The one person Harry would still like a Valentine from, despite having only minimal contact with him for almost two months. He sighed at his own foolish heart. It made him nicer towards the girls giving him attention. He knew how much it hurt to be in a one-sided relationship.

"I think I'm going to go up to the common room. Try to get some studying in," Harry said, standing up.

Hermione and Ron scooped up his mail and followed him out of the great hall. Right outside the entrance, a dwarf wearing gold wings and carrying a harp was waiting for Harry. Before he could react, the dwarf strummed his harp and started singing enthusiastically.

"His eyes are as green as a fresh pickled toad,
His hair is as dark as a blackboard,
I wish he was mine,
He's really divine,
The hero who conquered the Dark Lord!"

Harry was a deep red color by the end of it. Ron and Hermione were chuckling, and patting him sympathetically on the back. Ginny and Ernie walked past, holding hands, and she winked at Harry.

"Did you send that?" Harry asked her, with a clearly irritated tone.

She chuckled, shaking her head. "Not this time."

Harry rolled his eyes at her admission of sending the first one, when she was just a first year with a big crush on him. He looked around at the people standing nearby; Ron and Hermione who were trying to hold back their laughter, Neville and Luna, who also seemed amused but weren't crass enough to be chuckling at him, and a group of Slytherins laughing hard.

Draco was with them, but seemed to be glaring at Blaise Zambini. Harry followed his gaze, and was surprised when Blaise winked at him.

Huffing out an exasperated breath, Harry spun around and stomped back to the eighth year common room. Hermione and Ron scampered after him.

"Did you see that?!" Ron said as they climbed the stairs, his tone incredulous. "I think Blaise is the one who sent the singing Valentine."

Hermione giggled. "Well, you've been spending more time with him since he's been on the Gryffindor team, right? Is there any way he just meant it as a friendly joke?"

As Harry climbed into the common room, he considered her point. Blaise had always been a fairly reserved student, hanging out with the Slytherins, but not joining in on their bullying. Like when they wore 'Potter Stinks' badges or sang 'Weasley is Our King', Blaise had no part of those things.

Since he'd been on the team, he had actually gotten along pretty well with everyone, and played decently. But Harry wouldn't consider him a friend, and definitely hadn't picked up on Blaise wanting anything else.