Stolen Draco x Harry

Chapter 3~Old Rivalries

"You know...I'm seriously starting to think McGonagall is trying to screw me over purposely." Harry said the next day in transfiguration. He sat next to Ron, studiously ignoring Malfoy behind him. "I got roomed with him of all people."

Ron shrugged, "I got roomed with Neville, so."

"Lucky." He grumbled.

At potions, Slughorn placed him next to Malfoy, who had smirked his alluring eyes colder than usual.

Wait....alluring???!!!! Harry stopped short, his hand raised, a piece of lacewing fly pinched in his fingers.

A hand entered his field of view, breaking his concentration and he looked up sharply, Malfoy stood in front of him a small smile playing on his lips, "Earth to Harry."

"What," His voice turned hard and cold, his previous thoughts forgotten.

Malfoy placed a hand over his heart, an exaggerated look of hurt crossed his sharp features, "Wow, such coldness, for the Golden Boy, you sure are a prick."

"Says the man who's a death eater."

Pain flashed across his features but was replaced by cool indifference so fast he thought he imagined it, "Get your head in class Potter, I don't want to fail this course."

He turned to go back to work, but Harry growled, "Stay away from me Malfoy."

Malfoy glanced up, his hair hanging over the lip of the bubbling potion, "People change Potter....keep that in mind."

                                     **TIME SKIPPPP~~~~

Harry sat at lunch, poking at his roasted potatoes, his hunger replaced with irritation. Not even a week had passed by and he was already starting to fail his classes. Without Hermione to supply her answers to him, he was fucked. Malfoy sat across of him, eating while holding up a book and scribbling notes at the same time, his brow creased in concentration. It was almost cute, but instead he said, "I didn't know you could read."

"Unlike you Potter, I actually care about my grades," He looked up over his book, "So yes I can read, thank you."

"Hows dear old father these days?" Harry tried again.

"If you are looking for an argument you won't get one from me. I'm tired of fighting. But if you're being genuine...he's in Azkaban where he belongs. Thank God." The last part was quiet, but Harry heard it.

"That's where you'll go in the future, that's where you should have gone last year."

Draco's wand was digging in his throat so fast Harry froze. "I don't want to hurt you Harry, I'm here because I was pardoned and was proven innocent. So stop acting like you're the only one who's been affected." Malfoy swiped his wand away and gathered his books and ran from the room in a cluster of robes.

Ron came to stand next to him, "You know...perhaps you should just.....take it down a couple notches? You can't see it but he's suffering and feigning it as arrogance. It's the only way he knows how."

He pushed past Ron, "Fine."