What Happens After Dark - Drarry

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New word count: 3.1k
Date (re)published: November 17th, 2020
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— Monday - Potions - 1:29pm —

Harry wasn't taking notes. He didn't need to, because Hermione had already started taking a second set before he'd gotten to class. He'd been late today, but this time, it was because of his fatigue instead of his overdramatic arse avoiding Draco.

Their relationship was literally brand-new, but he felt as if was going to last for a really long time. The previous night, (which was technically just very early that morning), Draco had spent hours helping Harry catch up on homework that he'd missed turning in, or assignments he was having trouble with. Harry had gotten to bed so late that he'd heard the hustle and bustle of house-elves getting breakfast ready before he'd even made it back to his dormitory.

But even though he had Draco's help, and even though he had Hermione's notes, he was still very behind.

He slipped into his seat quietly, and was given a death glare by Professor Snape, who was writing on the board in chalk.

"Mr. Potter! I do not condone lateness. You must have been able to get that through your thick skull by now?" Snape snarled, and dropped his chalk on the desk in front of him. It broke in half, but Harry wasn't sure that he noticed.

From the other side of the room, Draco joined the conversation. "Obviously not, Professor. He's late, isn't he?" A few of the blond's friends chuckled. Snape grinned a bit and gave Draco a slight nod of approval.

Harry muttered a quiet sorry under his breath and started unpacking his things. Hermione gave him a questioning glance and mouthed: 'tell me about it later?' Harry assumed that she was talking about his lateness. He was probably have to use the same excuse that he used every time, the one about sleeping in late.

Harry nodded, and mouthed 'thank you' as she passed him her second set of notes. Snape continued teaching, though he was a bit miffed at his broken chalk.

Harry sighed, and dipped his quill into his ink pot. He wrote down the useless nonsense that Snape spouted about Amortentia and such. He already knew what it was, and he already knew how it worked, but he wrote anyway, so as not to get into trouble.

A few minutes into this, he felt something hit his back. Harry turned, to see no one staring in his direction. He shrugged, and went back to writing.

A moment after that, he felt another something hit his back. Harry frowned, and turned around with a bit more conviction this time. Once again, no eyes met his.

When the third something hit his back, he looked down, instead of behind himself. There were three pieces of parchment crumpled into little balls. He sneakily snatched them off the ground and set them in his lap, where they tried to roll away, but he stopped them.

Once he was sure no one was looking, he unwrapped the paper balls. All three of them said the same thing: 'Give me attention because I'm not single anymore and that's your fault.'

He chuckled under his breath, and wrote: 'Come sit next to me then.' He re-crumpled the paper and rolled it across the floor to Draco. He didn't expect Draco to sit next to him, especially since they were in the middle of class, and Draco was already sat next to Pansy. Snape would never allow Draco to sit next to Harry; he probably thought that they would start a fight or something.