Your type (Draco x Harry)

Chapter 3:

*Third person p.o.v*

Harry darted his eyes towards the Slytherin table, feeling someones gaze upon him. 

He smiled slightly, when he saw a certain blonde staring at him. 

Draco was caught off guard when Harry smiled at him. He never in his life thought that Harry would send him a genuine smile, his direction. 

 Draco turned a tint of pink, returning with a rather nervous smile. 

"Hey Harry." Ginny hugged Harry from behind, which made the black haired boy jump in his seat.

Harry looked away from Draco. "You scared me, Gin." The boy laughed, leaning into her touch, only for her to let go and then sit down next to him. 

"So.. How have you slept?" She ran a hand through her red hair, making Harry rest his head in his hands as he studied her beauty. 

To Harry, Ginny was absolutely perfect. She had gorgeous fiery red hair that shimmers in the sun, ocean blue eyes, pink lips.. And nice skin. 

"I slept just fine, how bout' you?"

 "Me too.. Thanks for letting me borrow your shirt to sleep in, since we got here the first night, by the way. I forgot to thank you for that. Mum send my night wear with the post yesterday, so I can finally give it back if you want." The ginger haired girl smiled politely at him. 

Harry shook his head. The thought of his girlfriend sleeping in his clothes made his heart beat faster and his mind filled with cute images. "No. Keep it." 

They shared a moment with eye contact, before leaning in. Ron coughed, stopping them just before their lips met. 

"For Merlins sake, no snogging at breakfast. Espessically not my sister, mate." 

Both Harry and Ginny chuckled. 

"Harry." 

The Gryffindor, still laughing slightly, turned to Hermione and nodded. 

Hermione looked from the other side of the great hall, to Harry, to the other side, to Harry once again. "Why is Malfoy looking at us like that? I thought you had made a truce," 

Harry bit his lip to stop laughing and turned to the Slytherin. 

Hermione was right. Malfoy was looking their way, pure hatred and anger flickering in his eyes. 

Harry grimaced. "Don't know.. I thought so to." He shrugged.

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"Potter!" 

Harry turned around, recognizing the voice.

"Malf- i mean, Draco?" The Gryffindor eyed the slightly taller boy up and down. Not judgemental, just out of curiosity. 

Draco smirked. "How would you feel.. If you had the opportunity to hang around the Slytherin prince?" 

Harry held in his laugh. Was Draco asking him if he wanted to hang out? 

Deciding to play petty, he spoke, "Why would I ever hang with the Slytherin prince? I mean, you know.. I don't even like Slytherins, so why would I wanna hang out with the prince of the house?" 

The blond boy's face turned into a frown. "Fuck you, Potter." He muttered.

Harry glared. "I was joking, you git. If you want to hang out with me, just ask." 

"Don't make it sound like i'm asking you out on a date." Draco joked. He immediately regretted it when he saw the look on Harry's face when the words had left his mouth.