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the slytherins making a drinking game where they take a shot every time draco malfoy talks about harry potter

this movie is so fucking creepy jesus fuck

Creepy, future-aesthetic food from livinthefuture 👁

Lovestruck idiots

part 1

By dinner, the news of Potter’s and Malfoy’s arrangement for Yule had spread like fiendfyre among the school. It was what everyone was talking about, besides the fact that Dumbledore seemed to have dyed his hair an odd blue.

Of course, everyone thought that they were just bluffing, Potter and Malfoy? It was impossible.

But yet, only a few days later after the incident in the hallway occured. Harry was seen, holding a bunch of specially ordered roses in front of the slytherin dorms.

It was Gregory Goyle who had opened the door to meet the brunette. To say he was shocked with what he was seeing would have been an understatement. No, if he hadn’t had the slytherin reputation to uphold. His jaw would have fallen straight to hell.

“Goyle…Is Malfoy up there? Could you bring these up to him?” Harry asked with a wicked smile on his face, clearly satisfied with his move.

“You, Potter, want me to bring these up to Draco?”questioned the stunned slytherin.

“Yes Goyle. Bring them up to Malfoy, tell him I can’t wait till yule. Tell him they’re from”

“…from?”

With a very slytherin grin marring his face, he replied, “…Harry.”

With that Harry turned on his heels and marched away from the dungeons.

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“Dray?” Gregory questioned as he pushed open the door to their dorms, catching the blonde’s attention.

Thrusting the bunch of roses he held in his hand to the boy, “Potter told me to hand these to you, said to tell you he can’t wait till yule and specifically told me to say that tehy were from Harry.”

Hearing the name Harry, Draco’s attention immediately snapped towards his friend,

“He specifically said Harry?” Draco frowned at how foreign that name sounded on his lips. Harry, Harry, Harry, he repeated in his mind.

“Yes, look Dray, are you sure you want to go to Yule with him. I mean he is Potter. Your father will definitely not be pleased and not to mention the whole rivalry thing you’ve got going on…”

“Exactly. He is, Potter.” Draco replied off-handedly, completely misunderstanding what Greg had actually meant and disregarding the second part of his remark, his mind fixated on regaining the upper hand on Harry.

“What to do, what to do. Ah, yes, that’ll show him.” Draco thought.

“Greg?” Draco asked, a fiery look in his eyes “Where were those treacle tarts that I bought the other day?”

“The limited edition ones? the ones that cost you what-25 galleons?”

“Yes those” The blonde replied while rummaging through his trunk, hoping to find those damned tarts.

“The ones which you called “my precious babies, my little tartlets, no one is going to eat you but me”, the ones which you screamed at Blaise for trying to smell them.”

Draco nodded, oblivious to the disbelief shown on his friend’s face.

“-They’re next to your transfiguration book.”

With that, Draco grabbed the box of very precious tarts to give to his arch rival. And if he subconsciously remembered that treacle tarts were Harry’s absolute favourite, well all we can say is coincidence, I think not.

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By the time the Yule Ball rolled around, everyone grew accustomed to Harry’s and Draco’s antics. Unbeknownst to everyone, their two best friends, Pansy Parkinson and Hermione Granger had become friends due to them.

Even more the two girls had started a betting system on when their friends would stop “being so fucking oblivious”. Actually almost half of the Gryffindors and Slytherins had placed a bet down and were actively waiting for the results.

But Yule ball was where the school became separated on what would go down. Half the school took a gamble that Harry and Draco wouldn’t actually go through with their arrangement. Yule was a big thing to the wizarding world-especially to the purebloods. Flirting on normal days with your enemy was nothing but going to Yule with him, now that was huge. Plus this was Draco-my father will hear about this-Malfoy, there was no absolute way.

Then there was the other half, led by the drarry ship co-captains, Hogwarts’ very own rainbow flag waver- Hermione and Pansy. I mean- Have you seen how those two act? yes they’re bloody oblivious, but they’re so in love. And are we not going to take in account their engorgio’ed egos? They were sure that the both of them would take an avada kedavra before they back down to a challenge.

On the evening of the Yule Ball, nearly all of Hogwarts had arrived early to the great hall to wait for the entrance of Potter and Malfoy. At seven sharp, when the ball had officially begun, all eyes in the hall were trained on the entrance waiting for a blonde and a brunette to show up.

True to Pansy’s words, Draco and Harry showed up together, with Harry holding on to Draco’s arms. Even with literally everyone’s eyes on them, even Filch’s, they didn’t seem to realize. No, they were far too engrossed in their conversation to care about the world surrounding them.

In fact, the gryffindor seemed to have told a joke to Draco, judging by his outrageous hand-gestures and weird face he was pulling, and the slytherin seemed to be laughing along.

“Salazar’s underwear, look at what Harry’s wearing.” Pansy whispered out.

Harry, in fact, was dressed in a pair of slytherin green dress robes that Blaise swore he saw Draco place an owl order for two weeks back. To say Harry had cleaned up nice would have been an understatement, with dress robes of that standard and his seeker shaped body typed, he would have every boy and girl in this room pining for him before this night ends.

Draco, seeming to have noticed all the attention his erm–acquaintance have received, started to glare at all the people staring at Harry.

“Sweet mother of Merlin, is that a replica of Harry’s glasses?” Hermione muttered. And indeed, hanging on Draco’s nose were a pair of thinned framed wire glasses, an exact duplicate of Harry’s.

The unlikely duo looked exactly like what a couple looked liked, dancing, laughing, holding hands. And let’s not forget the loving stares into each other’s eyes. They were swaying away to another one of The Weird Sisters hits, with Harry constantly stepping on Dracos toes and Draco gracefully guiding him.

Everyone was staring at them and they were staring at each other.

part 3

I’m just amazed at 12 year old Draco