"Potter!" Draco softly called across the aisle to the Gryffindor table. Harry ignored him, keeping his back to him. "Potter!" He said, slightly louder. Harry turned to look at the blonde. "Is it true you fainted? Like, actually fainted?" His tone was teasing, but he almost looked concerned to someone actually paying attention.
Ron turned Harry back around. "Shove off, Malfoy." His words were filled with venom. Harry turned back like Ron gestured but after a second he turned to look at Malfoy again.
"You okay?" Draco mouthed, after he turned back to Harry from glaring at the back of the ginger's head.
Harry nodded and looked at him questioningly, wondering why he was worried. As soon as Harry nodded, Draco turned back to his friends and was back to his usual self as though nothing had happened. Harry was confused but turned back to his food.
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"How dare you speak to me, you filthy little-" A snowball came out of nowhere, hitting Draco in the face. He looked around, confused. "Who did that?"
Another few snowballs came and hit Crabbe and Goyle who immediately ran off, leaving Draco behind. Suddenly Draco was being pulled by his legs towards the shrieking shack. He screamed, grabbing at the ground and trying to get away. The attacker continued dragging him to the shack until they were out of sight and then Harry took off the invisibility cloak, laughing.
"Potter?" Draco asked, eyes wide and chest heaving. Harry was laughing too hard to respond. "What the hell are you trying to do? Kill me?" He stood, brushing snow off of himself.
"Oh come on! That was funny!" He said as he calmed down.
Draco rolled his eyes, but the corners of his lips barely turned up. "Why did you drag me all the way out here?"
"I wanted to talk to you and it seemed like the only time I could." He was calm now.
Draco sat down on a rock. "About what?"
"I'm tired of all the fighting. I really want to be your friend and I think you want to be mine too." Harry sat next to him on the rock.
"I... I don't know..." Draco looked down. "If my father ever found out..."
"He won't. We don't have to be obvious about it." He nudged his shoulder with his. "Besides, when have you ever followed the rules."
Draco chuckled softly, then thought for a moment. "Alright, fine." Harry smiled and pushed him off the rock playfully. Laughing, Draco grabbed Harry's shirt and pulled him down as well. Harry fell on him diagonally and started laughing. "Maybe you aren't so bad, Potter."
