Eighth Year!AU! Enjoy everyone!
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Draco Malfoy.
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Long hair.
Draco Malfoy with long hair.
Harry stared unabashedly at the male across the tables at the Slytherin table. Fuck, he thought. I'm screwed. He turned to Hermione to say something but she immediately shut him down with a, "If you tell me for the hundred times that Malfoy has long hair and it should be illegal, I'm not gonna help you with any of your homework. Ever." Though he said it anyway just because he can.
His heart was beating so fast in his chest, doing various summersaults the longer he stared at the blond Slytherin beauty.
As if feeling his stare, Draco looked up from his plate, watching Harry with a raised eyebrow. Harry sat there, frozen, panicking because he was caught staring at the male. But to his amazement, Draco just tilted his head and smiled at him with soft pink colouring his pale porcelain cheeks. He sweated a little, feeling breathless.
Decided to look away, Harry instantly stuffed his mouth with food. Ron and Hermione both looked at him weirdly.
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It was tied up in a high ponytail, leaving a few strands loose at the sides of his face. Harry never felt like he wanted to snog someone so bad before. He whined internally when Slughorn paired them up together.
For fuck's sake! Harry screamed.
"Hello, Potter," Draco greeted smoothly, voice cool and soft. Harry froze, smelling the lemon and apple scent emitted from him. He felt his throat closed up. The soft look changed into a cold one when Harry didn't reply. "Saint Potter is too good to reply to a few greetings now, isn't he?" Draco sneered. Harry felt his heart ached. I would greet back if I could get my throat to work whenever I'm around you, git!
Both of them worked in silence. He saw Ron and Hermione's worried looks sent towards him but he shook his head, smiling reassuringly. "Your friends look worried. Why? Because you're working with a Death Eater?" Draco asked coolly. Harry bit his lips harshly, keeping quiet even though he wanted to snap at him.
"Merlin, I don't know why I bothered to be civil to you," Draco rolled his eyes and left once they were allowed to leave. His ponytail swished behind him. Harry slumped tiredly on his chair, packing his stuff slowly. "Oh, Harry," Hermione said pityingly. "I'm fine. I'm just a mess when I'm around him. I don't know why my voice just won't work around him."
"It's because you feel extremely nervous around Malfoy, Harry. You should try to leave notes if you're unable to talk to him verbally," she suggested and Harry perked up. "Oh! That's brilliant, Mione! Thank you!" he rushed off. "Oi, mate! Where are you going?" Ron called. "It's lunch!"
"I'm gonna see Ginny and Luna!"
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"Gin! Help me out will you?"
Ginny smirked at him, eyes narrowed. "Malfoy Problem™?"
"Yes," Harry groaned.
"Okay. What do you need?"
Harry shifted nervously as he looked around, unable to bring himself to look at the smug female in front of him. "I want to... I want to learn how to make those heart origami you made for Luna," he mumbled. Ginny cooed when she understood what he wanted. "That's so cute~ Why weren't you this sweet with me when we were dating back then?"
