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Draco laid on his back, reliving the memory again. He wanted to see Harry again. They’d only kissed a few times before Granger interrupted.. who knows where it could’ve gone. He smiled. He couldn’t help it. He wanted to kick his feet and giggle like a child, honestly, but he shared a room.
Blaise arched an eyebrow at him, “Why are you smiling like that?”
Draco looked over at the dark-skinned boy wearing his lime-colored sleep clothes, a book titled ‘A Complete Guide to Herbs’ open on his lap, and his smile morphed into a scowl, “Can’t I smile?”
“Please, Draco,” Blaise scoffed and Draco flipped him off, going back to staring at his ceiling. “Come on.. wait.. have you got a crush?”
“No,” Draco snapped a little too quickly.
“I think you do.”
“I think you’re an arse.”
Blaise grinned like the devil, shutting his book, “Who is it?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Draco replied, fighting the smile from his voice. Blaise hummed, thinking as Draco continued to examine the ceiling with complete attention.
“Pansy?”
Draco’s head snapped over, mouth falling open, “What the hell did you just say?”
Blaise flipped his palms up, “Okay, okay, Merlin, you don’t have to freak out. It’s just a question.”
“You just asked me if I like Pansy Parkinson. ”
“Okay, okay, I have another guess; Astoria Greengrass.”
“No,” Draco harshly shot down.
“Daphne Greengrass?”
“Her sister?”
Blaise laughed, full and shoulder rocking. Draco couldn’t help but laugh too, “Sorry.. mm, what about Nott?”
“Theodore Nott?” Draco said, voice light as he looked over. They made eye contact. Blaise shrugged. Draco felt his lips twist in a smile, but he forced it down, looking away. At least he knew Blaise was okay with it. “No.”
“Are they even in Slytherin?”
“How do you know they even exist?”
“Oh, I know, Draco,” Blaise said surely. Draco just rolled his eyes away, cleaning dirt from under his fingernails. “Look, if you want a chance with this mystery g- person, you gotta admit you like ’em.”
“What makes you the expert, virgin?”
“I am not! I’m only trying to help you.”
Draco paused for a long moment, weighing what he should say, “No.”
“No, what?”
“No, they’re not in Slytherin.”
Blaise broke into a grin, sitting up, “Alright, give me a sec.”
“What are you doing?”
“Making a list.”
“Come again?”
“Just give me a second!”
Draco let out an exasperated sigh and flopped back down, the mattress bouncing. As much as he pretended to hate it, he enjoyed the company of Blaise as he rapidly scribbled on a piece of parchment.
“Okay,” He cleared his throat. “Romilda Vane.”
“No.”
“Katie Bell.”
“I don’t know who that is.”
“Angelia Johnson.”
“Isn’t she Fred’s girlfriend? And no, ew.”
“Dean Thomas.”
“He’s dating Seamus. Honestly, Blaise, do you know about any of the couples in the school?”
“Hey, I am very much in the loop.”
“Okay, I don’t even want to talk about what you just said.”
“One of the Patil sisters.”
“No!”
“I could get behind that,” Blais said, and Draco promptly chucked a pillow at him. Blaise swore, dodging it. “I’m just teasing! Okay, next up is Cho Chang, another one I could get behind.”
“No.”
“One of the Weasleys?”
“Blaise, I swear to god-”
“Sorry, I had to ask!”
“The answer is a hard no.”
“Hm.. Oliver Wood?”
“No.”
A beat of silence passed, “Luna?”
“No,” Draco replied quickly. He knew Blaise had a thing for Luna.
“Granger?”
“No!”
“..Draco, there’s only one person left on my list.”
“Go on and ask then.”
“..me?”
Draco instantly started laughing, “What?!”
He could see Blaise relax in his peripheral vision, “I- I don’t know, I wanted to make sure-”
“You really have no idea, do you?”
“There were only a few people not on the list,” Blaise defended. “Can’t you just tell me?”
Draco couldn’t stop grinning, “Nope.”
“Do I know them?”
“Yes.”
“Good, because I don’t know most of the people in the other houses.. okay, who wasn’t on the list?” Blaise said, mostly to himself, as he scanned the parchment again before crumpling it and tossing it. “Okay, you can’t make fun of me for any of these, because I didn’t think these were even possibilities.”
Draco shifted on his bed. He was dangerously close, “Okay.”
“Neville Longbottom.”
“No.”
“Lavender Brown.”
“Absolutely not.”
Blaise gave a frustrated sigh, before guessing, “Seamus.”
“He’s dating-”
“-Dean, I know, just checking.”
“No, not Seamus.”
“Potter,” Blaise guessed. Draco went quiet, looking over at him. Blaise’s gaze snapped up. Silence lapsed around them and his jaw fell open. “Oh my fuck, really?”
“Maybe.”
“You’re serious?”
Draco shrugged.
“Oh, you’re so screwed.”
“What? Why?”
“Draco, you’ve bullied him for seven years. He hates your guts,” Blaise told him and Draco felt a smirk spread across his expression. Blaise cautiously said, “What?”
“I wouldn’t say that.”
Blaise’s eyes widened ever so slightly, “Draco, what are you talking about?”
“Let's just say Potter is gonna be wearing turtlenecks for a bit,” Draco replied innocently, though he was smiling. Shock crossed Blaise’s expression.
“Is that where you were today? Snogging Harry Potter?”
Draco looked back up at the ceiling, “Maybe.”
“I have to admit, I would’ve never in a million years guessed that. How the fuck did that even happen? You guys were bickering like children in potions over beetroot two days ago.”
“..it’s complicated.”
Blaise leaned slightly forward, “Have you guys been secretly dating this whole time or something?”
Draco made a face, “That’s far-fetched, even for you.”
“Then how?”
“..you want the full story?”
“Obviously.”
Draco drew out an inhale and began telling him. He only avoided telling him about Harry’s aunt and uncle. Blaise listened intently, and without interrupting, simply raising his eyebrows at parts like ‘so I took my shirt off’.
When he finished, Blaise was grinning, “Well, aren’t you just the lover boy.”
Draco glared daggers into him, “Shut the fuck up before I hex you.”
“Do you really like him or did you just want a fuck?”
“No, I,” He cleared his throat, “I like him.”
“Does he want to date you?”
“I don’t know!”
“Did he-”
“Blaise, this isn’t twenty questions.”
“I’m just trying to help!”
“You can help me by letting me sleep,” Draco huffed, turning on his side, away from Blaise.
“..Draco, I have one more question.”
“What?”
“Are you gay or bi or..?”
Draco rolled back over, blankets crinkling, and paused, “I don’t know.”
“Have you ever had a crush on a girl before?”
“I.. no, I haven’t, I suppose.”
“Well, have you ever liked a guy before Harry?”
“Yeah.”
“...who?”
“That wasn’t the question!” Draco said, catching his pillow as Blaise tossed it back, grinning. Over his dead body would he tell about his three year crush on Theo. “I’m going to sleep now.”
“Good night.”
“Night.”