you raise me up || harry potter

chapter 43

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lemon boy

★ by cavetown ★

❝ i got myself a citrus friend...

but soon his bitter sweet 
started to rub off on me;

you'd think smelling like lemon zest 
would be pretty neat

i found out that my friends are more of the savory type,

and they weren't too keen on compromising
with a nice lemon pie. ❞

♢ ♢ ♢

The first time he spotted Harry Potter chatting amicably with Ron Weasley, Draco Malfoy threw a hissy fit.

Harry had just been talking to Ron about Quidditch, and had just offered to lend him his Quidditch Through the Ages book (to which Ron responded very enthusiastically), when he spotted Draco practically stomping toward them, Pansy trailing in his wake.

"Oh, boy," Harry said wearily, "Here we go."

Draco stuck his pointy face into Ron's startled one. "Get your own friend, weasel," Draco snapped. "Preferably one from your own House."

Ron recovered quickly, his face splotchy with anger. "Look who's talking about House prejudices," he sneered. "I got over mine for Harry."

"Don't call him that, as though you're his friend," Draco snapped.

"What, so I should call him Helena? Last time I heard, you were pretty vocal about people calling him by his proper name."

"Draco, he is my friend," Harry said patiently. "Lay off, will you?"

"Yeah," Ron said, emboldened by Harry's support.

Draco looked at them incredulously. "Fine," he said, tossing his head. "You two are a match made in heaven, anyway—House traitor and blood traitor. C'mon, Pansy." He marched away.

But Pansy hesitated. "Harry, come on," she said. "Draco's going to be mad."

"He's already mad," Harry rolled his eyes. "He'll get over it. He always does."

Pansy looked at him with an expression that said something like I just can't figure you out. They were friends, sure, but more than half of Slytherin House was comprised of people like Pansy: children of wealthy, powerful, influential people, always taught to keep their allies close. Harry couldn't be like them no matter how hard he tried, unless maybe if James Potter had still been alive. And even then, James Potter had been a Gryffindor.

"You're a very strange Slytherin, you know that?" she said, tilting her head to one side.

Harry chuckled. "Thanks for the news flash," he said. "I'll see you at lunch, yeah?"