King of Hearts ~ Drarry

𝕤𝕖𝕩 𝕥𝕒𝕝𝕜

𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕕 𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕥: 𝟚.𝟛𝕜
𝕕𝕒𝕥𝕖 𝕡𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕕: 𝕤𝕖𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕞𝕓𝕖𝕣 𝟛𝟘𝕥𝕙, 𝟚𝟘𝟚𝟘
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So they were dating.

Well, maybe not officially, since there was still a bet to be held and possible malicious intentions, but it was close enough.

With the new - self proclaimed and recognized - title of 'Draco Malfoy's Boyfriend' on Harry's shoulders, he seemed frustratingly happy. Or, at least, frustratingly content.

It was almost as if this was a real thing. As if this wasn't just a fucking bet that Harry had to live up to every single day for the rest of who-knows-how-long. As if it wasn't a lie.

Malfoy's friends were pretty cool, Harry realized, and they tended to be accepting over all. Blaise was kind of mental and chaotic in the sense that he almost seemed Gryffindor, and Pansy was just fucking delusional. (She terrified Harry, though he would never admit it.) Greg was okay, but he was mostly quiet. He was dating someone who went to Durmstrang, and he wrote letters to them every single day. Theo was intelligent, almost to the point where he was unbearable, but he had a fun side as well. He told a lot of immature jokes that only Harry seemed to find funny, but Draco chuckled at them every once in a while when he wasn't rolling his eyes. Millicent and Astoria were pretty much the exact same person. They loved to paint nails and do fun things to Greg's hair. The most noticeable difference between them was Astoria's innocence and Millicent's lack thereof. Daphne was quiet and polite; she was also possibly the most normal of them all. She seemed neat and orderly, though she swore a lot whenever she decided to speak, even if what she was saying was still somehow well mannered.

Harry noticed the differences between all of them, like how Greg was understanding and Pansy was impatient, how Blaise was loud and Daphne was quiet. They all balanced each other out somehow, in this mix of different personalities. Draco fit into the mix as a sort of lax overseer, who sometimes had to keep Blaise's pants on, or Pansy's nails away from Theo's eyes. He monitored the group, but still contributed. In fact, they all seemed to have this sort of relationship set up that allowed them all to have a job. Greg cooled everyone down, Blaise kept people smiling, Pansy helped with strategy for certain situations, Daphne held them to a strict schedule, Theo helped with homework, Millicent created psychological distractions and support, and Astoria kept everyone remembering that they were young.

Draco made sure that nothing fell out of place.

Harry couldn't help but wonder if this was why his friends seemed to argue so much. Were they all too similar? Was there not enough structure to their friendship?

He asked Draco about it one time, and the response was vague and unhelpful. He suggested that Harry go and talk to Millicent about it, but Harry declined. It was weird to him, the idea of going to his "boyfriend's" friend about his own friendship issues. (He secretly hoped that at some point they could lose the quotes, but not until after he won the bet.) He could figure this one out on his own, thank you very much. It didn't take a genius.

It also, apparently, didn't take a genius to realize that there was something wrong with Malfoy.

Harry brought this up at dinner on a wonted Thursday evening casually as they dined on the stew that the elves had prepared so nicely.

There was bustling noise in the background as Harry spoke, and he used this as a way to keep his words away from the ears of those who sat around them. There was some sort of commotion happening at the Ravenclaw table - some sort of vocabulary battle or something? Harry wasn't all that concerned - and he used that distraction to get Draco's attention privately whilst not needing to leave.