A Lion and a Snake

Chapter 7

Harry's POV

Breakfast was about as hard as dinner. Just sitting in that room, glancing around, I couldn't help but remember all the people who had been laid there. All the dead, almost dead, or injured. I couldn't get them out of my head, and my nightmare last night didn't help.

"Harry? You need to eat something." Hermione said sounding worried. I nodded and grabbed a piece of toast, eating it silently.

"Okay, mate, what happened last night?" Ron said through his pancake.

"Last night?" I asked.

"Yeah, I woke up and you weren't in the room."

"Oh, I woke up and was just walking around."

"Right."

"Oh, and Mal-Draco and I are trying to be friends." I added. Hermione smiled and Ron choked.

"That's great!" Hermione said. "He'll probably need as many friends as he can get, especially since-"

"Great?!!" Ron demanded. "'Mione, he wants to be friends with the enemy!"

"That's what you said about me and Victor." Hermione reminded him. "And he was perfectly kind."

"Yeah, kind." Ron said, his ears turning bright red.

"Honestly, Ronald, calm down. You know I only have eyes for you." Hermione said, smiling and rolling her eyes.

"Can you two tone it down a bit?" I asked, a small smile tugging at my lips.

"Tone what down?" Ginny asked, sitting down next to Ron. "See you after breakfast, love." she added, kissing Luna sweetly before she left for the Ravenclaw table.

"Ugh, that." Ron gagged."

"You can't say anything, you do the same thing." I said, laughing. Just then, Mal-Draco came into the Great Hall with Blaise.

"Oh, did Harry tell you that he wants to be friends with Malfoy?" Ron asked Ginny.

"What?!!" Ginny stared at Harry open-mouthed. She closed her mouth then, and started smiling mischieviously. "Oh, you two are friends now."

"Yeah."

"How'd that happen?" Ginny asked. I stared at her, wondering what she was implying. Wait.

"No, Ginny, Merlin no." I said. "I'm just tired of fighting."

"Uh huh." Ginny grinned. "Whatever you say." Hermione giggled and Ron looked horrified.

"Moving on..." I said, eager to change the conversation topic.

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Draco's POV

Harry's face was bright red. Many people were looking at him and whispering, probably because he was their savior, the one who had killed the Dark Lord. Just thinking about Voldy made my left forearm burn. The Mark was fading, but it wasn't gone. If you looked closely, you could see it.

"Draco? What are you staring at?" This time Blaise was asking the dreaded question.

"Nothing." I said, looking down at my plate which had a piece of toast on it. I wasn't big on breakfast. I know, I know, it's the most important meal of the day! But I just wasn't hungry in the morning.

"Right." Blaise looked toward where I had been looking. "Oh." he gasped. I stared at my plate as though it was the most interesting thing in the world. "Are you done eating?"

"Yes." I answered.

"Great." Blaise grabbed my upper arm, and dragged me out of my seat, toward outside the Great Hall.

"Merlin, Blaise, what is it?" I demanded once we were out and he released my arm.

"Draco, are you gay?" Blaise demanded.

"What? No-I don't know." I sighed. "Maybe."

"How do you not know?"

"I might be bi. I used to have a crush on Pansy, but then she got all weird, and that ended." I sighed.

"Okay." Blaise sighed. "Do you-do you like Potter?" Blaise sounded hesitant.

"I-no, I-" I stuttered. Blaise raised an eyebrow at me, and I sighed. "Okay, fine, yes, I do."

Blaise smiled. "How long?"

"I don't know, are you done interigating me?" I demanded.

"Almost." Blaise said, still grinning. "What are you going to do about it?"

"I-Blaise, nothing can come from it." I said, putting my head in my hands.

"Uh huh."

"I mean, he asked me to be his friend, but Harry's not-"

"How do you know he's not thinking the same thing?" Blaise demanded.

"I just do." I sighed.

"And he asked you? How do you know he didn't ask just to be closer to you?" Blaise demanded.

"He said so. He said he was tired of fighting."

"Right, because he wants to do something else." Blaise wiggled his eyebrows suggestivly.

"Blaise!" I slapped his arm lightly. "And who are you to tell me what to do? Have you asked Neville out and not told anyone?"

Blaise turned slightly pink, but then he grinned. "Not yet."

"Yet?" I asked. Just then, Neville came out of the Great Hall. Blaise grinned at me and ran over to him.

"Hey, Neville." Blaise said. Neville turned pink.

"Hi." he said, still slightly pink.

"So, have you seen there's a Hogsmead weekend next weekend?" Blaise asked. I watched Neville's face turn a slightly darker shade of red.

"Y-yeah, I knew that." Neville said.

"So, do you want to go with me?" Blaise asked, leaning back slightly so he looked completely in his element.

"Um, like-like a date?" Neville stuttered, turning even darker red.

"Yeah, very much like a date." Blaise said.

"Oh." Neville squeaked, still very red in the face. "Uh, sure. I will." Neville said.

Blaise smiled. "Great!" he said, and walked back to me, a grin plastered on his face. Neville took a deep breath and walked back into the Great Hall.

"See? Yet." Blaise whispered in my ear as he made his way back into the Great Hall. I rolled my eyes and followed him.

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Woo, I think that chapter was pretty good, not gonna lie. It started off a little-well, bleg-but I think it ended well! If you don't like Bleville, then...Ok, cool.

Also, I think that quote-thing at the top of this chapter is sooo realistic for me, because... let's just say I can be really annoying!!😅 (Especially when it comes to my favorite stuff, like Harry Potter.)

See you at some point, fellow Drarry shippers!!