Morgan’s leg bounces excitedly all day during classes, he couldn’t wait until the day was over! It was the day before the quidditch finals between Slytherin and Gryffindor and the two teams were tied in total scores for the season. Whoever won the match would win the cup! Morgan bounces up out of his seat after potions walking with Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Draco to the cafeteria and Draco nudges Morgan’s shoulder “Hey I’m going to sit at the Slytherin table today. Blaise said he wanted to talk to me. I’ll see you at the game.” Morgan nods and smiles to hide his disappointment at not sitting with Draco and follows his Gryffindor friends to their table, for some reason the rules of houses being separated didn’t seem to apply to him and his friends… Morgan shrugs to himself thinking ‘probably just because McGonagall likes me’ Morgan sits down and starts to eat but starts choking when Carley asks him a question “So Morgan do you have a crush on anyone?” Morgan chokes for a minute while Harry pounds on his back to help him breathe and Morgan finally wheezes “What!?” Carley grins saying slowly “Do you have a crush on anyone?” Morgan blushes faintly pink stammering “I... I... uh… well…” Hermione grins “You do! Who is it?” Morgan looks at Ron and Harry for help and they shake their heads sympathetically Ron saying “Sorry mate. We aren’t getting in on this. You’re on your own this time.” Morgan looks back at the two girls pouting “Do I have to tell you guys…?” Carley grins nodding and Hermione smiles saying “Yes you do.” Morgan groans laying his head down on the table and mumbling something. Carley smiles “What’s that Morgan? We couldn’t understand you.” Morgan lifts his head up glaring at them half-heartedly mumbling “I like Draco ok? Are you happy now?” Hermione grins and Carley giggles “We knew it.” Morgan groans his head thumping down on the table making a small pained noise “You’re all going to make fun of me now aren’t you?” Harry, Hermione, and Carley shake their heads no smiling reassuringly and Ron shrugs “Probably not but there might be a couple of jokes.” Morgan sighs still blushing embarrassed mumbling “I’m going down to the pitch.” He walks quickly out of the Great Hall going quickly to the quidditch field. Hermione frowns “We pushed him too far.” Carley frowns nodding “I feel bad now.” Hermione looks at her boyfriend “Ronald if you make fun of him you’ll be sorry.” Ron goes noticeably pale and nods “Alright. I won’t tease him.” Draco looks up as Morgan leaves frowning concerned for his friend and excuses himself following him down to the pitch.
Morgan sits in the boys locker room of the pitch looking upset his head held in his hands and flinches when Draco sits next to him like he expects to get hit making Draco frown “Morgan? Are you alright?” Morgan looks up at Draco his eyes blood shot but with no tears falling, he doesn’t cry anymore, and says softly “Sorry Draco. I didn’t know you followed me.” Draco puts a hand on Morgan’s shoulder “Morgan what’s wrong? And don’t say nothing I can see that you’re upset.” Morgan sighs fighting the strong urge to lean into the other boy’s gentle touch and mumbles “Draco I don’t think I can tell you yet. I’m sorry.” Draco looks confused but gently squeezes his friends shoulder “Well I’m here if you need me. We’re friends and friends help each other.” Morgan squeezes his eyes shut his heart hurting mumbling in a shaky voice sounding more upset than before “I don’t need to be reminded that I’m your friend.” Morgan stands up “Please leave me alone for a while Draco. I need a little bit of time alone ok? I’m not…” Morgan swallows so his voice doesn’t crack “I’m not trying to push you away or anything I just need to be alone.” Morgan runs out of the locker room to the Slytherin dorms before the other boy can answer leaving him blinking confused wondering what just happened.
Draco walks back to the Great Hall looking confused sitting with Blaise and the Slytherin qudditch team Blaise the first to speak “What was wrong with your buddy, mate?” Draco shrugs “I don’t know… I tried to make him feel better but he got more upset and ran off. Told me he needed to be alone for a bit.” Blaise looks at Draco like he’s stupid “God Malfoy. You’re daft.” Draco blinks confused “Zambini what are you talking about?” Blaise chuckles “Nothing Draco. Nothing. You’ll figure it out eventually.” This just makes Draco more confused but Blaise won’t talk about it anymore so he just shrugs and talks to them for a few minutes before the bell rings for the next class to start. Morgan isn’t in class the rest of the day.
Morgan lays on his bed in the Slytherin dorm his face buried in his pillow as he talks to Faust in parseltongue “Faust what am I going to do?” The snake wriggles his head and upper part of his body in a shrug “I don’t know my friend. Sssnakes don’t really date ssso I have no idea what adviccce to give you.” Morgan sighs “Well can you at least try? It might make me feel better.” Faust nods curling up neatly and looking at Morgan sternly “You need to calm down and sssort out your feelingsss. You like thisss boy do you not?” Morgan nods blushing shyly and Faust flicks his tongue out amused “well then what is there to upset about? Tell him.” Morgan shakes his head “I can’t do that… what if he doesn’t like me?” Faust sighs “You may have ears and I may be deaf but I lisssten better than you apparently. Now if you’ll excuse me I need a sssnack.” Faust slithers off the bed and through a hole in the wall going to find a mouse or rat to eat, Morgan could have just used magic to give him one or two but the stubborn reptile liked hunting so Morgan left him to his business and laid on his bed staring at the ceiling wondering what his little buddy had meant when he said that Morgan might as well be deaf as much as he’s been listening to those around him.
(Ah I'm evil. and Draco and my OC are both daft. Anyway good night sweeties!)
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An Old Friend
FanfictionSo... I had an idea for a Draco X OC fic... and this happened. In this universe He Who Must Not Be Named does not exist. Luscious Malfoy is just a major asshat.