Flirting is Hard When You’re Harry Potter
It’s still monday! …for a half an hour anyway. This one ended up being much bigger than I originally planned. I hope you like it~
“It’s all the paper talks about anymore,” Draco frowned, “Stupid Potter.”
“We’re agog,” Blaise said pouring himself and Draco a cup of coffee.
Pansy smothered a yawn and picked up a piece of toast, “Do tell.”
Draco folded his paper, eyes scanning past the picture to the drivel written below, “Potter’s going to join the auror’s, change the world,” he grumbled, “you’d think the sun shines out of his arsehole the way they go on about him.”
Pansy rolled her eyes.
“Couldn’t agree more,” A voice said behind him from the Ravenclaw table, “that Potter’s a total pillock.”
“Exactly-” Draco turned on his bench, his words choking off before they were halfway out of his mouth.
“I really don’t know what they see in him,” Potter said flatly, taking a massive bite of pancake.
Luna smiled absently at Potter’s side, “I don’t know, I’ve always thought he was quite nice.”
Potter picked up his pumpkin juice, “To-tal pil-lock.”
Draco felt his face go hot and he spun around back to his plate. Blaise quickly picked up his coffee cup to hide a growing smile. Pansy snorted, almost choking on her toast, she ducked her head and fumbled for her cup.
Draco grabbed his bag and left the table with an imperious sniff.