Kiss Me Not -Part 22-
tags: drarry, hogwarts eighth year, soulmates au
Harry leaned back against the wall, absentmindedly chewing the edge of his thumb as he thought. Was Draco that drunk? Was he the type to drink so much he forgot things? What if it were true? If he didn’t remember… then, maybe-
“-iously Granger, this had better be good because the Prophet will absolutely be shitting themselves for this exsclus-Potter!” Pansy plastered on a blindingly false smile, “Did you want to talk to me?”
“We did,” Hermione said, herding the two of them a bit away from the door and recasting her muffling spell, throwing a few other privacy spells on top.
Pansy glanced around suspiciously, “What is this about?”
“Did Draco remember what happened at the eighth year party?” Harry asked.
Pansy shrugged one shoulder, “Most of it. Up until you said you were going to kiss the whole room and he tried to finish off a whole bottle of fire whiskey himself.” She gave Harry a pointed look.
“So he doesn’t remember,” Hermione said, she took a step closer to Pansy, “And when he kissed Harry did you see it?”
“What?” Pansy snorted, “I interviewed everyone. No one kissed the boy wonder-”
“So you didn’t see,” Harry said, feeling mildly lightheaded.
Hermione caught his eye and raised her eyebrows.
Pansy looked from Harry to Hermione, “Draco didn’t kiss-” she frowned, her brow furrowing in thought. Pansy shook her head, “He couldn’t-?” she studied both their faces and then froze. Her eyes went wide, “He did-?” as her hand went up to her mouth, pressing over her lips, tears welling in her eyes.
“Are you alright?” Harry asked a bit nervously.
A giggle escaped her and Pansy pressed her head and palm into her shoulder. She looked back at them with an ecstatic smile, “I can’t fucking believe it,” she said faintly, “You’re serious? You did kiss him? You really did?”
“Now it all makes sense,” Pansy let out a breath, turning half-away and wiping the corners of her eyes. She lifted her chin with a deep breath, turned to face Harry and said, “Okay. So I’ll do my best to actually try and like you-”
“Same?” Harry said faintly.
“-and if you ever hurt him I’ll kill you.”
“I-” Harry opened his mouth then closed it and looked over at Hermione imploringly.
Hermione rolled her eyes, “Really? I can’t imagine them not fighting.”
“You know what I mean,” Pansy said sharply.
“I won’t- I- I’ll try not to,” Harry stammered.
Pansy tossed her head so her hair bounced against her cheeks, “Well, that will have to do for now. But that’s not what’s important-”
“Not important?” Hermione bristled.
“Not important,” Pansy turned and jabbed a finger at Hermione, “What’s important is that Draco doesn’t know and he needs to know.”
Harry took a step backwards.
Hermione frowned, “Right now? Now, Harry has to go to the great hall-”
“Exactly.” Pansy interrupted sharply, “Now is the perfect time, can you just imagine how it will look-?”
“You are not going to get your silly newspaper job involved in this!” Hermione stepped closer, “Draco is your friend-”
“I can be a friend and get an amazing story! You goody-goody Gryffindor’s are so-”
Harry backed further away and the growing hostility suddenly turned into a buzz of indistinct noise. Harry sighed in relief and a little guilty about it, but only a little.
He looked down the hallway towards the dungeons; the whole great hall could stuff it, he-
“HARRY!” Ginny’s voice washed over him.
Harry turned as Ginny skipped over to him with a huge grin, Luna a few steps behind.
“You’ve been summoned, my liege,” Ginny said, affecting a ridiculous and extravagant bow.
Luna giggled and copied her, bowing too deeply so her hair fell over her face when she stood back up.
“What are you doing here?” Harry asked.
“Helping,” Luna said brightly, absently pushing her hair back one errant lock at a time.
“Yeah, helping,” Ginny echoed a bit too cheerfully.
Harry’s eyes narrowed, “Helping how?”
Ginny waved off his concerns, “You’ll see.” She turned and took what looked like a red blanket from Luna. When she unfurled it, holding it up and out, Harry could see it was a red velvet cloak trimmed with black and white ermine.
“No,” Harry said immediately.
“Come on, it’ll be fun,” Ginny said. She took out her wand and with a flick the offending garment curled around his shoulders.
Harry grabbed at where it had attached to his shoulder to pull it off, “I said no. This is embarrassing enough as it is.”
“You owe me,” Ginny said, her voice just a little too flat and serious.
Harry looked at her imploringly, “Come on, Gin. You can’t make me go in there like this.”
“No, I can’t make you,” Ginny said in the same tone.
Harry stared at her, hoping for some sort of reprieve but none came. He wasn’t going to outright refuse her and Ginny knew it. Harry groaned, his shoulders slumping.
Ginny smiled, “I transfigured it myself from a sheet. I could change the rest of your clothes too-”
“Absolutely not,” Harry said firmly. There were some limits to how much public humiliation he was willing to endure.
“A jumper and school slacks aren’t very royal in the least,” Ginny said with a frown.
Harry rolled his eyes, “Well that works out fantastic since I’m not bloody royalty.”
“Ta-Dah!” Luna said, bouncing forward and pulling a silver crown from her little shoulder bag with a flourish.
“It’s wonderful, Luna!” Ginny said with a little gasp, “Where’d you get it?”
“I conjured it,” Luna said primly, reaching up to balance it atop Harry’s head.
The crown stayed in place for maybe all of five seconds before sliding off Harry’s unruly hair. Harry caught it on instinct before it hit the floor, taking a moment to look at it more closely. It didn’t look anything like the muggle royal crowns and did look a great deal like something out of a fairy story, all silver and delicate curving points decorated with what looked like pearls and diamonds.
Ginny took it away from him, holding it protectively, “This is amazing, Luna. You’re going to pass your NEWTs with flying colours.”
“Thank you,” Luna said absentmindedly, looking through her bag, “I’m quite certain I have some bobby pins.”
“We could just use a sticking spell,” Ginny suggested.
Luna frowned slightly, “I don’t think Harry would like that.”
“Harry would not like that,” Harry said flatly.
“I’ll just have to conjure some, I suppose,” Luna dropping her bag back down by her side.
Ginny shrugged, “We’ll figure it out inside. Come on, before McGonagall comes after us.” She grabbed Harry by the elbow and collected Luna with her other hand when she passed her, pulling them both into the great hall with her.
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