ℙ𝕒𝕟𝕤𝕪 ℙ𝕆𝕍
Pansy's first two classes of the day went by too fast for her liking, and before she knew it, she was walking into the Great Hall for lunch. Draco was technically with her, but for all the words he said he could have just as well not been.
She scanned the Ravenclaw table and found Iris sitting next to a blonde who was chattering profusely at her. Pansy caught Iris's eye and she said something to the blonde, stood up, and walked over.
"Hey Pans! What's up?" Iris said cheerfully.
"I think that you should come sit with me at the Slytherin table."
"What!? Is that even allowed?" Iris said incredulously.
"Well no one has really done it before, but I bet the professors would be fine with it, they're always raving about house unity and stuff... you know?"
Iris looked suspicious but nodded. "Actually, why don't we all sit together at the Gryffindor table? That way I'm not the only one at the wrong table."
"Sure!" Pansy said, trying to sound excited, but her brow was creased.
"What's wrong?"
"Well it's just my parents. I'm sure a lot of owls will be going home tonight with news, and word will travel. My mom is a hopeless gossip; she will no doubt ask all the other parents if I made any progress with Draco, and when she hears—I don't know. It's fine. I'm an adult anyway, I can just move out."
"Maybe—after school ends you know—we could... find a place... together?"
"Oh! Iris really!? I would love to!" Pansy said, beaming.
They grinned at each other for a long while before Draco tapped her shoulder.
"Um, Pansy? Hello?"
"What? Draco? When did you get here?"
"This whole time? I never left..."
"Why didn't you say anything?"
"I was trying to give you space... let you two have your moment?"
Pansy looked very confused, but shook her head and said, "Well then, off to the Gryffindor table?"
They walked over and sat down, Harry, Ron, and Hermione already being there.
Ron and Hermione were on one side, and from left to right on the other was Iris, Pansy, Draco, and Harry. As the hall filled and people found seats closer and closer to the six of them, they began to get more nervous.
Then there was a large whoop quite close to them, and Dean and Seamus plopped down next to Ron.
"Hey! It's the whole gang! How are you guys?" Seamus said cheerfully, looking at Iris, Pansy, and Draco.
"Erm, good I guess, you?" Draco said awkwardly.
"Good, good."
Dean motioned with his head to Pansy. "I'm doing pretty well!" Pansy said cheerfully.
"And I don't believe we've met!" Dean said good-naturedly to Iris.
"My name's Iris. Nice to meet you!" Iris said shyly but kindly.
The boys smiled at her. Seamus cleared his throat. "So... are you guys, uh, nice now?" Dean gave him a reproving look, but Draco answered.
"Yeah, I guess. Sorry about—before."
"You're all good." Dean said, wrapping his arm around Seamus's shoulders.
A dreamy voice from behind them sang, "Oh hi Iris! Are we allowed to sit here now?"
Pansy turned around to see Loony—Luna Lovegood arm-in-arm with the Weaslette—Ginny that is.
"Why not?" Iris said, smiling at her. Ginny and Luna sat down on Iris's left.
The ten of them gorged themselves on sandwiches, fruit, and scrumptious chocolate chip cookies, having a surprisingly great time. A few minutes into their conversation, Neville seemed to get over his fear of Draco and scooted over.
He chatted with them for a few minutes before asking timidly, "Hey, can I bring my girlfriend over?"
"Girlfriend? Neville that's awesome! Go ahead!" Dean said encouragingly. This was followed by cheers from the rest of the group, excited to have another member of their wonderful group.
Neville walked over to the Hufflepuff table and tapped a curly-haired girl with pigtails on the shoulder. He said something to her that Pansy couldn't make out and she whispered something to her friends, who giggled, and stood up. They walked around the table and sat down next to Dean.
Pansy glanced at the staff table, and caught Professor McGonagall looking at the twelve of them and smiling.
They all had so much fun that lunch seemed to fly by; the bell ringing much too soon. They said their goodbyes and rushed off to their classes, surprised and delighted that they all got along so well.
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ℍ𝕒𝕣𝕣𝕪 ℙ𝕆𝕍
Classes went by far too slow for Harry. He was anxious to see Draco and all of his other friends; that afternoon's lunch was the most fun he had had in ages, and he couldn't wait to experience that again.
He shared his last class of the day with Ron and Hermione, and as they were walking out of the classroom, Ron asked, "You got any plans tonight?"
Hermione murmured something that sounded suspiciously like, "𝐷𝑜 you ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒..."
"Actually yeah, Draco asked me to meet him at the Lake after dinner."
"Would you mind if everyone came along?" Hermione asked hopefully.
"Sure, why not?"
"Excellent!"
The three of them walked down to the Great Hall and found seats at the Gryffindor table. Everyone joined them as if they had always been doing so, and Harry shared the plan.
They finished their delicious dinner of roast beef and potatoes, and walked onto the grounds as a group. Hermione, Iris, and Luna worked together on a complex spell transfiguring patches of grass into six blankets.
The couples found spots spread out on the grass, facing the lake and the stunning sunset.
Draco and Harry sat down and adjusted until they were most comfortable, leaning against each other and gazing out at the beautiful colors.
"Pretty sunset, huh?" Draco said, but he was looking at Harry.
"Yeah. Beautiful." But really the most beautiful thing was the person next to him, Harry thought, staring into his eyes.
Draco pulled Harry close and kissed him. It was soft and slow, sweet and full of emotion. It somehow meant so much more than their other kisses; they somehow conveyed a million words with one beautiful kiss.
They broke apart, and looked at each other like they couldn't look away. Looking into the other's eyes, it seemed like the moment would last forever.
"I love you, Draco." Harry said, smiling like he never had before. Draco smiled back at him.
"I love you too."
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Apple of My Eye || Drarry
FanfictionDraco falls hard and Harry is bad at feelings, but it's alright because apples. Amortentia, quidditch, outing, and other disasters ensue.