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Today was a weird day, even by Harry’s standards. It all started at breakfast when Ron was insisting that he should read the new article about Puddlemore just to snap away the paper from him a minute later saying it wasn’t that great after all and he should just continue his meal. Everyone at the eighth year table eyed him expectantly, well everyone except Draco who was just minding his own business. If he didn't know better he could have sworn that even his pumpkin juice tasted weird that morning. Harry decided to ignore it.
Unfortunately for Harry the day wasn't getting any less weird. People kept staring at him, which was usual since the end of the war. What was unusual about it was that his friends and classmates now started staring too. They could just talk to him like they always did but instead kept watching him. It almost felt like they were waiting for something but Harry had no idea what it was. Maybe they didn't stare at him, maybe he just became paranoid.
Halfway through the day his friends finally started talking to him but to Harry’s dismay they still acted weird. Every five minutes someone asked him how he was feeling, which wasn’t that unusual of a question per se but the amount of times he got asked that in a single day was concerning. They also asked him if he wanted to talk to someone and what he was thinking about. Maybe they were worried about his mental health? Had he done anything recently that would justify the amount of concern? Harry thought about it but nothing came to mind. He socialized with the rest of the eight years, he did well in his classes and ate and slept healthy. Sure he still had nightmares but he found a healthy way to cope with them. All-in-all he was actually doing quite fine at the moment.
When he sat down in the eight year common room with Ron and Hermione to do their Homework, Ron finally snapped.
“I don’t get it, how can you be so unaffected by this?”
“What the hell are you talking about? Is this the reason you all acted so weird today?”
Hermione looked like she wanted to be anywhere else at that moment just not here.
“Listen, if I have done something to upset you then I am really sorry about it. Could you please explain to me what’s going on here?”
Hermine sighed. “Harry, please don’t be mad at us. We just wanted to help you. I admit it wasn’t the best plan but we didn’t know what else to do.”
“What? What are you talking about?”
This time it was Rone who spoke. “We gave you a love potion this morning, and not just any love potion, no, it was amortentia. So I don’t get how you can sit here so calm when you should want nothing more than to snog Malfoy senseless.” He threw his hand in the air in frustration.
“You slipped me a love potion to fall for Draco?” Harry asked, completely confused.
“Yes, we did.” Hermione said. “We just wanted you two to stop fighting. For one day at least.”
“What are you talking about? We aren’t fighting anymore, we haven’t fought once this year.”
“Are you kidding me?” she almost screamed. “Just yesterday he called you a ‘bloody idiot’ and the day before you shoved him so you could sit next to him on the sofa while telling him to ‘make some damn space for me to sit’. So how on earth isn't that fighting?”
Harry knew he should be mad at his friends for what they did but he wasn't. Instead he was amused because apparently no one had figured it out, not even Hermione. He bursted out in laughter while his friends watched him in confusion.
“What's so funny?” Ron asked.
“It’s just- it’s just-. Wait a second. Draco! Get your boney arse over here, you need to hear this.” He still couldn't stop laughing.
Draco made his way to the trio, he looked at Harry expectandly.
“Those two,” he pointed at Ron and Hermione “slipped me a love potion to fall in love with you Draco, so we would stop ‘fighting’.”
It took exactly one second for Draco’s expression to change from confusion to amusement and for him to start laughing too. Harry tried his best to calm himself down, apparently he had some serious explaining to do.
“Do you remember what I said after he called me an idiot?” he asked his friends who only shook their heads.
“I said ‘just because you are the most gorgeous man alive doesn't mean you can call me an idiot’. And do you remember what he said after I demanded some space to sit down?” They shook their heads again. This time Draco answered.
“I told him ‘there's more than enough space for you on my lap to sit, feel free to use it darling’.”
“Guys, we weren't fighting, we were flirting with each other!”
His friends looked at him with shock.
“It wasn't even a secret anymore, we really thought you catched on to it by now.” Draco added.
“Yeah, the reason the love potion was useless is because it’s at least five years too late. We have been dating since third year and now that the war is over we decided to just be ourselves and let people figure it out. But I guess we weren't that obvious after all.”
Hermione was the first to speak after that.
“Wait, so Draco Malfoy is your boyfriend?”
Harry and Draco exchanged a look before Harry answered.
“Actually, he’s my husband. But that really is a secret so you had no chance knowing that. The important thing is you now know that we aren't fighting, we just like teasing each other. It’s what we do.”
The two exchanged another fond look and how anyone could miss the fact that they were in love would always be a mystery to Harry. Draco gave him a quick kiss and went back to Pansy to continue with his own homework, Harry did the same. The two acted like it was perfectly normal behaviour for them to kiss, because for them it was. Even though nobody had noticed before.