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There it is again. Draco could hear it ringing gently in his ear. It was soft and airy and filled with such happiness, Draco could feel it settle warmth right along his chest. He gazed to the side and watched as Harry Potter walked in, still smiling brightly at whatever Granger or Weasley said. It was amusing to see actually, as both towered over the Golden Boy. It happened again. Harry opened his mouth and the light tinkling sound flowed out so naturally. Draco idly wondered if he would hear it again after the war. It would be a rare occurrence. He can't remember the last time he heard Harry laugh.
Had he ever laughed? The thought that something so natural could come so hard on the younger 15 year old made Draco's insides churr. He wanted to make Harry laugh. It was such a beautiful and unique sound. But Draco didn't want to hear the petty giggles either (even if they were adorable as hell). He wanted to hear the loud boisterous laugh that said "I am happy and that's all I am." Even if Draco only heard it once, he would be set for life. Those thoughts made his pale cheeks flush a soft pink and he silently berated himself for thinking it. Suddenly Harry turned, his emerald eyes met Draco's startled silver ones. It was then Draco realized he had been staring at the messy haired brunette. Draco flushed harder and pressed his head against his desk, sighed as the cool table calmed his fevered cheeks. A few minutes later the seat next to him scratched against the dungeon grounds and someone slipped into it. Draco peered over his arm and saw Harry looking at him curiously. Neither said a word and just stared.
The loud bang of the door made them look away almost immediately (Draco couldn't help but look back to Harry and was oddly pleased at the smaller boys blush). Professor Snape stalked into the room and set a glare at everyone in the room. With a flick of his wand, writing appeared on the black board in white chalk, instructions for the potion they were going to be doing.
"I want you to write down these instructions then begin your potion with your partner. You have till the end of class. What are you waiting for? Begin!"
Draco pulled out his parchment and quill and started writing the instructions. In the corner of his eye he saw Harry doing the same. Harry wrote with his head bent down and held his quill between his pointer and middle finger, thumb holding it in place. Draco wondered if that was a comfortable position for it, while he held it with all three holding it down. The proper way in his opinion. Draco finished first and sat bored at his seat, waiting for Harry to finish. He absentmindedly flicked the feather of his quill against Harry's cheek and ear, startled as Harry jerked away, looking at him with wide eyes. Draco held his gaze unapologetically, making the green eyed boy roll his eyes. Harry finished and looked at Draco, tilting his head.
"I'll set the cauldron up, you get the ingredients Potter." Harry nodded and jumped off his seat (God bless him, his feet didn't even reach the bottom). Draco watched him, setting the cauldron up quickly and muttered a small spell to keep it at the temperature he wanted. Soon everyone was standing and getting their supplies. Draco waited and frowned, slowly getting irritated. Harry was the first one up, he should have come back with their ingredients already. Draco looked for him and saw he was the last one at the cupboard. Draco's irritation melted away as he saw Harry's dilemma. Harry was on his tip toes reaching for the last bottle full of Phoenix tears, needed for the healing potion they were making. And Harry couldn't reach them. Draco slowly stood, and couldn't help the amused smile come across his face. Potter honestly couldn't be more cute. Draco was now directly behind the smaller boy and smirked at the obvious height difference. Draco was 6 foot already, gaining to Weasley's 6'2. Harry stood at a small 5'3. Granger and even the she-weasel was taller then the seeker. Harry was reaching, one arm trying to grab the Phoenix tears while the other cupped everything else they needed. Draco couldn't help himself and placed two gentle pokes right into Harry's vulnerable underarm. Harry squeaked in shock and jumped back, right into Draco's chest. Harry looked up at Draco with a red face and a sheepish smile. Draco rolled his eyes, easily grabbing the bottle.
"Next time, just ask me." Draco chuckled at Harry's shocked gaze and headed back to his seat. Harry scurried after him, hopping onto his chair and dangling his feet. Both got to work quietly, Harry cutting and crushing, Draco mixing and timing. "Harry put the Phoenix tears in when it starts turning dark purple." Draco instructed.
"Got it." Harry watched as Draco added three petals of a Blood Flower and stirred six times clockwise. The potion slowly started turning the night shade type of purple and Draco gave a small nod. Harry sat on his knees on the chair and leaned foreword, dropping two drops of the tears. Draco noticed his lean body and how Harry's robes hung off his small frame. His 1 minute timeline of staring got distracted as Harry showed off a bit of his taunt stomach. It was a tan, creamy flesh, goosebumps appearing as it was introduced to the cool dungeon air. Draco's fingers itched to tease the skin and let them brush against it. Harry shivered, sucking in his stomach as the fingers sent tingles through his body. He turned to Draco, eyeing the enchanted blonde with a confused look. Draco's fingers continued to touch Harry's side, using his nails to caress the soft skin. Harry chocked, fighting the giggles building in his throat.
"Malfoy," he hissed, trying not to draw Snape's attention. "Stop it!"
"Stop what?" Draco asked, his hand coming close to Harry's middle. Harry felt his cheeks flush pink and slapped at Draco's hand, annoyance in his eyes.
"Touching me!" Draco snorted and let three of his fingers wiggle along the slightly toned muscle. Guess being a seeker pays off for something. Harry let out a startled gasp before a few cute giggles escaped him.
"Stop it!"
"Why?"
"Because!" Draco gently tasered his side, relishing in Harry's jerk. Harry bit his lip, trying not to squeal. The blonde smirked, seeing the struggle on Harry's face. He rose his fingers a bit higher and stroked the skin under Harry's ribs. Harry couldn't hold back his snickers and curled on himself. Draco watched amused as that stupid smile appeared on Harry's face, the one that makes Draco's heart fluttered and his head dizzy. Harry tried flinching away from Draco's fingers but to no avail, the blonde didn't let him leave. Harry's giggles turned uncontrollable and looked pleadingly at the Slytherin.
"Please stop!"
"It's not my fault your tic-"
"Don't say it!" Harry whined, snorting as Draco squeezed his side. "Please Draco! Stop!" Draco paused at the sound of his name. There was no malice, no hate, no anger. It was pleading but in a way that made Draco want to continue, just to hear it again. Draco opened his mouth to answer but was interrupted by another voice. One filled with complete and utter annoyance.
"Mister Potter," Snape drawled out, walking over to the two teens. Draco could feel Harry tense. He didn't like it. Draco used his thumb to gently soothe the skin he had been tickling. He was surprised as it seemed to work, Harry relaxing in his grip.
"Do you enjoy getting detentions?"
"No sir," Harry muttered, eyes lowering submissively.
"Then why must you constantly cause a ruckus in my class?"
"That would be my fault sir," Draco interrupted. Both looked at him in shock, as well as the rest of the class. "I was teasing him. I guess he found me funny. I do have a good sense of humor you know."
"It wasn't funny," Harry pouted. Draco just gave him a pointed look, noticing as Harry struggled to kept from smiling.
"Of course it was Potter, I'm hilarious."
Harry snorted and that dizzying smile came across his face. Draco smiled back, gazing along his face. Draco loved Harry's eyes, he realized. He wished they weren't hidden by those hideous glasses. They also were filled with something Draco didn't expect. Content. He seemed fine to be messing with his most hated enemy (besides Voldemort). It made Draco feel warm all over, that Harry seemed fine with him. Snape's eyes went from blonde to brunette and back again before peering into their potion.
"Bottle this up and sit quietly," Severus stalked away, trying to ignore the look in his godsons eyes. And how it showed back in Potters.