hogwarts eighth year, fluff, tiny bit of angst, minor character's deaths, post-war
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When Harry and Draco first started dating each other in Eighth Year, no one accepted it. Everyone was so against it because of their past and the fact that the blond was a Death Eater. They all thought that he wasn't suitable for Harry, seeing as he was the Golden Boy and Saviour of the Wizarding World after all.
Hermione was the first one to accept their relationship since she was the sensible one in the group. She had observed the way Malfoy and Harry acted around each other. It may fool you with their constant bickering but no one ever saw their vulnerable moments and Hermione had witnessed it with her own eyes.
It was Halloween and everyone was celebrating it except for one Harry Potter, who had looked sullen the moment he woke up. At breakfast, the black-haired male was silent, playing with his food. Malfoy looked worried next to him. Ron was talking to Neville. He hadn't been talking to Harry ever since he started dating the Slytherin, which was for 3 months. "Harry, love, are you okay? Do you want to stay in bed? We can cuddle all day, and I can bring you lunch and dinner. We can eat in my bed."
"I'm okay, Draco," Harry croaked out. "It's just... Halloween."
Malfoy looked puzzled for a moment before his eyes widened with realisation. "Oh, sweetheart," he said softly, caressing Harry's cheek lightly, his eyes held this warm look. "Okay then. We can ask McGonagall if we could skip classes today and go visit Godric's Hallow. And when we get back, I'll cuddle you tightly and tell you how much I love you. I'll kiss you and tell you how much you mean to me until you fell asleep. Sounds good, darling?" Harry flashed a small smile and leaned against him, nodding.
Oh, Hermione thought. I see it now.
Malfoy looked up as if he just felt Hermione's eyes on him and she nodded her head, smiling. His eyes widened before smiling back at her attentively. "Take care of him," she mouthed and the blond nodded.
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Then it was Ginny and Luna.
It was a Quidditch friendly and Harry had played Seeker for Unity House. Ron was the Keeper. Obviously, by the end of the game against Gryffindor, Harry had won by catching the Snitch. He was grinning as he held out his hand that clutched the Snitch. Everyone was cheering since it was their favourite Golden Boy who won after all. Ginny noticed his eyes seemed to be searching for something before he lit up as soon as he found it.
It being someone.
Malfoy, she thought with displease.
The blond was beaming at Harry, clapping his hands joyfully. She watched as he flew his broom closer and handed the tiny ball to Malfoy. Everyone was watching them with shock. Malfoy took it with a small smile, cheeks burning bright red under everyone's eyes. They watched as the couple walked away.
. . .
She heard sobs as she turned to a corridor. Malfoy was on the floor, clutching his bleeding hand, looking dishevelled. "Malfoy," she rushed forward. As much as she hated Malfoy, she's not a heartless woman. "What happened?" she cleaned the wound up with a wave of her wand, feeling horrified when she saw the words underneath the blood.
Kill Yourself
"What the fuck," she cussed. "Shit, Harry is gonna be pissed-"
