"We're too young, too dumb
To know things like love -
But I know better now."
Shy Hufflepuff Newt Scamander never had many friends. Human friends, that is. He had trouble speaking to people, worried about how they'd judge him.. He'd rather sit in the hidden alcove of the astronomy tower alone with his Niffler, away from people who glared at him for protecting magical creatures.
Bring Draco Malfoy into the picture; loud, cunning, ambitious and, not to mention, quite good looking. He was in Slytherin house with someone Newt was growing to know - Leta Lestrange. From first year, Newt had noticed Draco. Noticed he seemed to only have three or four friends, Leta one of them, and always got his way. By fourth year, while they were fourteen years old, Draco was placed into the Triwizard Tournament. Throughout fourth year and onward, Draco began to take a liking to Newt - as Newt did towards him. The two begin a friendship - a rocky, disastrous friendship that, in coming years, turns into something beautiful, something like a thunderstorm. It was intriguing, fast-paced and all they to wanted was each other.
The question was; Would they get that?
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"You know what Potter... I think I'll take that offer," Draco began, walking closer towards me, backing me against the wall.
"Wait, really?" I looked at him suspiciously. This was the boy who had hated me ever since I declined his handshake when we were 11... and now he was agreeing to help me. Something was up.
"Yes Potter. Really. You said you'd do anything and anything means everything doesn't it?" I wanted to interrupt him there, I didn't mean everything, I opened my mouth to disagree but he carried on talking, not giving me a chance to answer.
" I can use it to my advantage in the future. Who knows when I'll need it?" A smirk appeared on his lips as he eyed me up and down. I felt naked under his glance as I looked at anywhere except his face. Regret filled me once again.
Maybe this wasn't the best plan, maybe I could back out now, and maybe I could just-
My thoughts went blank as I felt a pair of soft lips collide with mine.
Harry Potter could be considered good at everything.... except kissing. When he finds himself crushing on Ginny, who better to teach him the arts of kissing than the Draco Malfoy?
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