Draco's POV
I got up early that morning, thankful as we had classes today: it being Monday. I sat up and rubbed my eyes tiredly then looked down at Harry. He looked awfully peaceful sleeping, while snoring quietly. I didn't want to wake him, but let's face it: letting him sleep in wasn't an option.
I shook him softly by the shoulder as I said, "Harry, wake up. You're gonna be late if you sleep any more."
After a few minutes of trying to wake him up the nice way, I slowly got fed up and decided that there was an easier, much faster way of waking him.
I picked my wand up from the small table bedside table and thought, 'Sorry not sorry.' I pointed my wand at his face and murmured "Aguamenti," spraying him with water.
I saw him jolt awake and squirm for a sec, frantically wiping his face. "Why in the name of Merlin did you do that?!" he exclaimed.
I smirked slightly, before answering. "Wouldn't you if it'd been 10 minutes?" I asked sarcastically. "I tried being sweet by not doing this firstly but when you decided not to putain de wake up- You stayed up till 2 am on your own accord."
I sure as hell remembered that.
"Note à moi-même: ne laisse pas Harry se lever tard," I muttered.
I expected him to have a snappy retort on the tip of his tongue, but remember to expect the unexpected. "I really need to learn French, dont I? You're starting to speak it a whole load," he said to me.
I sighed softly contemplating how that was what he caught from my whole rant. I shook my head laughing under my breath, "I'm just gonna get ready.
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The night prior, the room of Requirement produced our uniforms, as we hadn't brought a spare that day.
The whole day was quite relaxed to be fair, nothing overly dramatic happening apart from Harry ripping open his bag. An easy fix as long as you knew the basic repairing charm.
But during lunch, the one time Harry and I don't sit together, Pansy had to be the one to ask me too many questions.
"So you and Potter, now?" she knowingly questioned. I nodded finishing the quiche that I'd been eating, then looking up at her hearing a small squeal.
I rolled my eyes at her with her overexcited reaction to my answer. She was always one for this kinda stuff; romance and shit. Sure I could, how do you say it, be romantic (?) but I'm no romantic romantic, if that made any sense.
"I've got so much to ask," she muttered. I once again rolled my eyes and turned to her.
"Three more questions and that's it. Deal?" I said. She didn't hesitate to look shock at my unusual generosity as other times , I would just say no.
"Whatever you say," she muttered. "How long have you been going out? What's it like dating the Great Harry Potter? And-"
"It's almost been a month we've been together," I answered cutting her off. "I dunno how to describe 'what it's like' but all I can say is that he's sweet and goofy for one."
I smiled happily thinking of how lucky I was and took a bite of my desert apple. I looked at her as she had a visible spark for her last question. This mustn't be good.
Pansy grinned widely as she asked, "Next. Have you two, you know-?" I stopped her fully ending the sentence with the sound of me choking.
"No!" I said as if you would expect and different from her.
"Well, do you-"
"I said three," I deadpanned. Getting up and hoisting my bag over my shoulder, I walked off. I didn't quite ignore my best friend's sound of protest and annoyance but flipped her off in response.
Trou du cul sale d'esprit.
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I walked carefully up the stair to the Quidditch stands, yet quickly not wanting to continue breathing in the musty air. Surfacing, I took a seat around the middle making sure I had a good view whatever was going on in the air.
A week or so ago, both me and got casted for our house Quidditch team. Soon, the trademark Slytherin vs. Gryffindor match to commence the season.
In the meantime though, Harry had practice today while Slytherin's was tomorrow.
The team shot up into the air, zooming around, Harry immediately aiming for the snitch and the others darting of in different directions.
The whole thing was split. There was one beater, keeper and chaser for each team (the third chaser taking the keeper role). Harry on the other hand was on his own, by catching the snitch he marked the end if the game.
After no longer than 5 more minutes of the gliding through the air, pulling different moves and whatnot, my ravenette seeker had caught the snitch. Causing the team to lower down and talk about the previous session.
They completed a few more games like the first and many drills to do with all the quidditch tactics. In the meantime I waited patiently my gaze never fully drifting from the game or more specifically, by boyfriend.
Around 5pm, the practice came to an end so the team bid their goodbyes and dispersed. Harry walked toward me looking slightly tired, but nothing compared to the exhausted team. He's always been agile, always full of energy.
"We going now?" he asked drowsily.
"Yeah; you cold or anything?" I answered. He looked up at me, confused.
"No, why?"
"Good cause we aren't going inside just yet." I motioned for him to come with me, subtly. We had to sneak away slyly enough not to arise suspicion - it was getting progressively easier since most people were used to seeing us around each other so much, they just learned not to bat an eye.
He walked down the steps and I made my way down the path to the Forbidden Forest. Once we reached an entrance, I looked back to see Harry confused. I took his hand and stepped into the forest, guiding him along the path we took just a few days ago.
As we arrived I looked back at him; he looked just as amazed as he did on Saturday, still a little confused.
"And why..?" he trailed off, "Place sure is stunning but why again?"
"Theres gonna be fireworks tonight," I said calmly. He looked at me angrily yet fearfully.
"Then why would bring me?! I hate them and you know that!"
"Harry, I know. But they aren't that bad; I'm trying to help you," I responded to his small outburst. I knew he was gonna be either pissed or scared when I told him my reason. But it is what it is.
"How? Probably be worse outside the castle wall..." he began. "It'll be just like the battle-"
By then, he'd pulled away and his eyes darted around anxiously, taking small glances at the sky. I went to hug him and said, "Take a breath, Harry. There's nothing there; you might not think it but the war is over. The Wizarding World is at peace."
He took a few deep breaths then relaxed into my arms though still slightly tense. I ran a hand through his hair, the other wrapped around his body. I could feel him breathe and his heart beat slow.
"It won't be so bad," I reassured him.
I knew that there'd be fireworks for the next week or so it would be better if we became comfortable with them going off every so often in the nights.
I held him in my arms for another few minutes until the few fireworks began to go off. He flinched slightly but I brought him closer.
I knew that there would be many more firework shows this month so it no good having to be stuck inside during every one of them.
I would bring him out to a few more before the massive bonfire night one and hope that he'll be less scared of them.
Merlin, the things a Veela was to do for his mate.
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a/n: i put an pansy-like question in here 💔💔💔 it do be kinda fluffy/angsty ig-? fun fact! it was recently bonfire night in britain and they are british so i decided get on topic- so my question for y'all: would u mind if i start writing in all lowercase?