draco-x-harry

Mr and Mrs Dursley, of number four Privet Drive, were proud to say they were perfectly normal, thank you very much
—  Words that changed our lives 20 years ago
Don't x Hogwarts Houses

Gryffindor: Do not fight a Gryffindor

Ravenclaw: Do not tear down a Ravenclaw’s dreams

Hufflepuff: Do not mess with a Hufflepuff’s emotions

Slytherin: Do not make a Slytherin furious

Draco glared across The Great Hall, he wanted to murder the two at the Hufflepuff table. More than he usually wanted to murder someone. They were too much, and they were beating him. He couldn’t be bested, especially by a bloody Hufflepuff.

Especially by a fucking Durmstrang AND HUFFLEPUFF.

“Drake are you going to eat?” Pansy asked giving his hand a squeeze and looking up, she assumed he was staring at Potter (again)but was shocked to find he was shooting daggers at the Hufflepuff table - again. “What are you looking at Draco?”

“That stupid Hufflepuff. Look at him and his stupid flirty ass, he is practically crawling into that Durmstrang’s lap.” He snapped and narrowed his eyes, “disgraceful!”

Blaise laughed and shook his head, “haven’t you been following Krum around all week…?”

Draco turned his sneer to Blaise, “that’s different! I was only getting under Potter’s skin!”

“I highly doubt he even noticed..” Pansy said under her breath, rolling her eyes.

“He noticed,” Draco answered quickly and looked up when he heard an ‘aw’ sounding. He knew exactly where it started, right at that Stupid bloody Hufflepuff table. “Oh that’s it!” Draco yelled, standing up and marching away from his own seat.

Pansy and Blaise shared a look, “what is he..?”

“Wai… is he leaving?”

They watched him pass by Hufflepuff, only giving the two kissing students a glare and he stopped at the head of Gryffindor before stalking down the side with a sniff.

“Potter!” He demanded coming behind the Golden Trio, who had been giving just as much a sweet praise as the rest of the hall to the two young love birds.

“What do you want?”

“Potter!” He growled and leant forward jerking the man by his tie, “they’re… did you see them?!”

“What?” Harry demanded giving Draco’s hand a jerk to try and get his tie back, “get off of me Malfoy!”

“Those two at Hufflepuff, Katsuki and Nikiforov, did you see them?” Draco held fast to his tie, ignoring the grip Harry had on his wrist.

“So what? Get off of me!” Harry jerked back again and Draco pulled him to his feet before finally dropping his tie.

“They’re out gaying us Potter.”

“Out ga– Malfoy I’m not gay?” Harry’s face grew red and he took a step back his embarrassment winning over his anger.

Draco blinked, “uh.. I’m not either! That’s not the point! They are getting much more attention than us!” His voice was raising with each word making Harry cringe away and the bystanders stare in shock.

“I don’t care about them, Malfoy, I’m literally fighting to stay alive in a bloody tournament.”

“I…” Draco blushed a light pink and turned away, “I just. I don’t like it! Is all!”

“I don’t give a damn what you like,” Harry’s anger growing again.

And then Draco leaned in, his hands in fist at his side, his eyes tightly shut and his lips to Harry’s. Harry froze, his eyes grew wide and he placed his hands to Draco’s chest with the fullest intention of pushing the man away but somewhere along the way his mind stopped thinking that and started thinking, 'kiss him.’ So he did.

The whole hall was quiet, save the collective gasp from everyone.

And then Draco was pulling back and after a quick glance around he gave Harry a smug look, “there we go.”

“Uh…?”

“Don’t die.” Draco said quietly before he turned to sneer at the two at Hufflepuff, “my school!” He yelled at the both of them, turned on his heel and walked out of the hall.

“About time, really,” Hermione whispered to Ron.

“I mean, honestly,” Pansy was saying to Blaise, “could he have been anymore dramatic?”

Viktor looked at Yuuri with a smile, seeing the other was flushed and hiding his face, “at least I’m not like that…”

“You are rather dramatic though,” Yuuri whispered through his blush, “and just as boastful.”