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Hermione is known as the brightest witch of her age. She is very observant but that doesn't mean she can't be clueless. Of course this only happens when it involves a certain red head. But she wasn't clueless about anything around her, especially Harry and Draco's new friendship. It was odd and very surprising but not unwelcoming. When Harry told them what Draco said, Hermione felt her own cheeks turn pink. It was so romantic. It was Ron who agreed with it first, which shocked the other two.
"He's a good chess player," Ron shrugged, scribbling over his divination homework. Harry and Hermione had gaped at him and Ron just rolled his eyes. "He's still a ferret."
Hermione was all about inner-house unity. She liked the idea that the worst of enemies could be friends. That's not always true, of course, but it still made her heart leap as Harry went on about Draco and things they talked about in the hidden room. Something's he resisted from saying and Hermione understood. Sometimes it's better not to share. So Hermione was not clueless in the slightest. Waking down to the Great Hall only to pause as Draco came from the stair way, watching as Harry bounded over to him, waving a hello to Parkinson and Zabini, before dragging Draco into a conversation. Blaise and Pansy stood walked next to Ron and a Hermione and idly talked about the bizarreness of it all. Hermione stayed silent and offered little comments, just watching her best friend with Draco. The blonde Slytherin towered over Harry, having to look down at the brunette and Harry happily looked up. Draco said something and Harry let out his airy laugh, smile wide on his face. Draco stared at him, his own content smile on his own face.
Hermione let out a small giggle, ignoring the small groups curious glances. Those two are perfect for each other, She mused to herself. Just open your eyes.
Harry was chatting about something in an excited manner and Draco was barely keeping up. Draco didn't mind and was happy just to make Harry laugh.
"Are you even listening to me?" Harry's voice asked, sounding playfully annoyed. Draco smiled sheepishly back at him causing the brunette to roll his eyes and sigh. "Never mind then." Draco snickered at Harry's pouty face and reached over, grazing his sides. Harry jerked and glared at Draco. "No!"
"What'd I do?" Draco started to prod Harry's ribs, frowning as he could feel bone instead of flesh. He knew Harry was small but this was unhealthy. Harry was giggling, not noticing the conflicting looks on Draco's face.
"Stop!"
"Your so cute," Draco sighed dramatically, giving Harry one last squeeze before opening the door to the Great Hall. The sound dimmed a bit as the school noticed the almost carefree expressions on the two enemies face. Harry gave a small wave to Draco before letting himself get dragged away by Ron. Pansy and Blaise both had to grip Draco's arms to take him to Slytherins table. Draco watched Harry through dinner and frowned at what he discovered. Harry barely ate. While Weasley ate three full plates and Granger eating one full one, Harry only ate a quarter of it. What was piled on his plate, he didn't even finish. It made Draco's own stomach churn, and he stood. Draco ignored his house and friends and made his way to the Gryffindor table. Harry's eyes were wide as they spot him and he nudged the other part of the Golden Trio. Draco was behind Harry, the smaller boy turning wide emerald eyes up to him.
"Draco?"
Draco settled next to him, ignoring the whispers and piled food on Harry's plate. Said boy turned bright red and made a confused noise.
"You need to eat this Harry."
"Why?"
"I can feel your ribs through your shirt. You need to eat more," Harry ducked his head, frowning at the full plate. Draco, noticing his hesitation, leaned down and whispered softly, "I will tickle you right here right now unless you eat." Harry let out a meep before shoveling a spoon full of mash potatoes in his mouth. Draco nodded, keeping a watchful eyes as Harry ate more then he was use too. Harry stopped, plate still full but a noticeable dent in a corner.
"I can't eat anymore."
"Harry..."
"I really can't!" Harry rubbed his stomach, not use to the overly full feeling. Draco frowned and stood, looking down on Harry.
"Come on." Harry didn't need to ask where they were going and hurriedly stood, following the blonde out of the Great Hall. As soon as the doors closed, whispers went throughout the whole hall. Draco and Harry quietly walked up the steps to the seventh floor, avoiding all of the moving ones. They found the old tapestry and Harry let Draco do his paces. The door opened and Harry easily sat on the couch deeming his spot. Peppermint hot chocolate was waiting for them and Harry scooped up his mug, eagerly drinking it. A second later he was yelling in pain at the burn spreading on his tongue. Draco burst out laughing, moving to his own spot and blowing on the liquid. Harry watched him with wides eyes, heart thumping madly in his chest.
"What?" Draco asked, noticing his look.
"You should laugh more," Harry said. Draco blinked in shock, tilting his head. "Your laugh...you-you should do it more." A red blush coloring his cheeks. Draco stared at the embarrassed boy and let a small smile grace his face. Draco put his cup down and then did the same to Harry's, before scouting closer to small brunette. The blonde easily scratched along Harry's sides making him giggle and squirm away.
"H-Hey!"
"Hi," Draco responded, slipping a hand under Harry's shirt and tickling the small belly. Harry squeaked and let out uncontrollable giggles, trying to kick out his feet or atleast hit the smug blonde. Draco laughed too, loving how submissive Harry really was, gently digging into the younger boys hips.
"Nohohoho!" Harry whined, shaking his head back and forth, trying to throw Draco off him.
"What's wrong Harry?"
"Draco!" Harry's pitch rose as he squeezed his thighs. Harry's hands were pushing at his shoulders, trying to create distance between them. Draco lowered his face into Harry's hair, nuzzling the top of his head before blowing on the brunettes ear. Harry giggled harder, ducking his head to hide and ending up right on Draco's chest. The Golden Boy didn't seem to notice and buried his face their, trying to hide from the blonde. Draco gently tickled Harry's shoulder blades and in between them, making the younger boy cry out and arch his back.
"Stop!!"
"Why?" Draco teased, knowing how much worse it got when Harry actually said the word.
"Please stop!" Draco did at the desperate tone. Harry relaxed against him immediately, face burrowing in his shoulder. Draco felt the heat rush to his face as Harry cuddled him and let his hands set on Harry's back, gently rubbing circles in the small of it. Harry leaned closer, pulling his legs up and intertwining them with Draco's, just relaxing against the older teen. Draco ran a hand through Harry's hair, scratching the scalp. Harry suddenly shifted, sitting up and looking down at the blonde. Draco raised an eyebrow and watched as Harry played with his fingers.
"Harry?"
The brunette didn't say anything but looked Draco in the eye. His green eyes seemed to darken and his cheeks were a flush of pink. His robes were shifted off one of his shoulders from the struggling, even his glasses were slightly askew on his nose. He looked adorable and Draco wanted nothing more then to kiss his pink lips. Of course he couldn't do that, they just reached a tentative friendship. Draco waited this long to be even remotely close to Harry. He could wait a little while longer. Harry was still shifting awkwardly between his legs and Draco sat up on his elbows, frowning at him.
"Are you alr-mmph!"
Ok... what the HELL?! Draco's eyes were wide as they stared at closed, tan eyelids and thick black rimmed glasses. Harry had lurched foreword and kissed Draco hard. It sort of hurt, knocking their faces together but it went away as Draco felt the soft texture of Harry lips. Draco's shoulders relaxed and he finally started kissing back, eyes fluttering shut. He could taste the peppermint chocolatey mix, a small dose of butter and the overall sweetness that was Harry. The kiss lasted a few seconds but it felt like years when the need for air became too much and Harry pulled back, panting. They stared at each other, cheeks red and breaths falling on each other. Finally, Harry let out a small giggle at Draco's glazed expression.
"Draco?"
"Yes Harry?"
"Are you ok?"
Draco looked at the younger boy for a few seconds before squeezing his hips and sides, alternating between the two. Harry shrieked in surprise, laughter pouring out of his pretty mouth, falling backwards on the couch as Draco shifted them. Harry was pressed against the couch arm, nose scrunched up as Draco massaged his taunt stomach. Draco finally stopped and leaned over the Gryffindor seeker, eyes glinting with happiness. His blonde hair fell over his face, Harry looking into the murky grey eyes with bated breath.
"I am perfect," Draco whispered before leaning down and capturing the Golden Boys lips again.