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Draco’s POV
Draco stood at the top of the stairs, lazily looking out over the Hogwarts terrace. Pansy and Blaise stood beside him, along with a few other Slytherins, rambling on about some insolent garbage, as per usual. Draco had absolutely had no interest in whatever they were up to now, and desperately begged for a distraction or excuse to leave.
It had been like this all year. Draco was constantly exhausted of the same old routine, the same old people, all of it the same. He barely even got the same thrill he used to when he got a rise out of Potter. It all seemed so plain, as if life had become a literal incarnation of porridge. He needed a change. Something new, exhilarating. He could scarcely stand to live another day wading his way through the vanilla mud that was his life.
Suddenly, his eyes made their way to the stairs just below them, where he immediately recognised the untamed, insane, brown hair of the Boy Who Lived. Draco attempted a smirk, but immediately gave up. Sure, this could be his out, but it wouldn’t change the fact that he was practically bored to tears. Was he just going to do the same old thing? Make an effort to walk past Potter, call him some name like prat, and go along his merry way? He needed to get creative, to think of something new, something that Potter, or anyone else for that matter, would never see coming.
He needed to surprise himself.
He decided he had to change something. Even the smallest thing would do. He needed this. More than anything. He continued to sit in silence amongst the others, thoughts flying through his mind as he brainstormed. But despite the fact that it felt like there was a quidditch game going on inside of his mind, he still came up empty. It was all too generic. He finally gave up, and attempted to bring himself back to reality. He wasn’t sure at all what the Slytherins were talking about, but in that exact moment, inspiration hit him.
“Hey! I think pickup lines are cute! They’re creative, funny, and always work in my romance novels.” Pansy said defensively, and Blaise rolled his eyes. “You’re an idiot Pansy.” Blaise responded harshly. “Pickup lines are ridiculous, and besides, you really need to stop reading all those books. They’re putting all the wrong ideas in your head.” He laughed, as Pansy playfully punched him in the arm while saying “shove off” to him back, but by then everyone was more or less laughing.
Except for Draco. He was smirking. A genuine, ingenius smirk as he knew exactly what he was going to do to cure his issue.
“Hey, I’ll be right back.” He said to the group. “Potter’s down there, and I think I’ll go mess with him a little bit.” He was already walking down the stairs before he saw anyone’s reactions, though he assumed they were all probably the usual nods or looks of intrigue.
Draco took each step stone down eagerly, and he could barely wipe the look of excitement from his face. For this to work properly, he had to remain calm and nonchalant, or else it wouldn't have the same effect. He took a quick moment to compose himself, took a deep breath, and walked down towards Potter.
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Harry’s POV
Harry stared aimlessly at his Transfiguration manual, rereading the same sentence over and over again. He couldn’t seem to focus, and the fact that the wind kept blowing his page was definitely not helping. He could’ve gone back to the library, but he’d already been there for an hour before, and needed some fresh air. He’d barely made any progress, and had a small hope that somehow a change of scenery would mysteriously allow him to suddenly understand Advanced Transfiguration.
The stone of the steps were hard and uncomfortable, and winter was approaching, so it was rather chilly outside, but it actually was an improvement. The library had gotten to be too stuffy, and there was a large group of Ravenclaws there, so it was an endless rustle of papers and muffled whispers. He had a hard enough time focusing as it was, but give him endless distractions and unpleasant environments, and it was hopeless.
Harry took a moment to look away from his textbook, and looked over the terrace. A breeze passed by, and he deeply inhaled and felt the cold air fill his lungs. He pushed back up his glasses that had been progressively sliding down his nose, and went back to his reading.
Just as he had finally managed to get past the first paragraph and felt he was making the smallest morsel of progress, he felt an arm lightly drape over both of his shoulders as someone knelt down beside him. He stopped, and felt frozen in his place. In the corner of his eye, all he saw was the illuminating blonde hair of Draco Malfoy, and every muscle in his body tightened, going rigid. Malfoy approached right next to Harry’s face, his mouth practically against Harry’s ear, and he felt his robes sweeping around them in the wind.
“Hey Potter, want to come slytherin to my bed tonight?” He said, and swiftly stood up, looked at Harry for just an instant, and winked as he continued making his way down the stairs. The bloody bastard had winked at him! Harry simply sat there, left at a loss. He had expected Malfoy to be his usual prat self, and insult him with some terrible name, but this was something else completely.
What the hell was that?
He suddenly broke from his trance, and snapped his head up. He closed his book rapidly, and stood up, almost tripping over his robes.
“What the hell Malfoy?!” Harry almost hollered as he attempted to chase after the blonde. But the period had just ended, and more and more students were beginning to file into the hallways. Besides, Malfoy had longer legs, and walked significantly faster. Plus, he had a decent five second head start while Harry attempted to recompose himself. Harry eventually gave up, and leaned against a nearby wall, desperately attempting to figure out what the fuck had just happened between him and Malfoy.