Sorry I'm in such a Drarry mood all the time.

Draco stormed into the eighth year common room, throwing his bag onto the couch, pacing up and down the floor, running his hands through his already disheveled hair. "You know what I hate the most?" He started, his voice laced with malice, causing the common room to go silent, the Slytherins still joking around. Pansy looked up from her Witch Weekly magazine, knowing if she ignored him he would kill everyone.

"When Potter ignores you?" She asked, a hint of humor in her voice.

"No!"

The Slytherins recognized this game, and got ready to play.

"When Potter insults you?"

"No!"

"When Potter looks so damn sexy in his robes that it should be illegal?"

"No Calvin!"

"When Potter looks upset and you want to comfort him but you have to uphold your reputation?"

"No!"

"When Blaise steals your stuffed Dragon and refuses to give it back because he wants to sleep with it?"

"No!"

"When Pansy finishes your favorite wine but your mother isn't sending you a new bottle until next Saturday?"

"Yes! That was my favorite you had no right to finish it! But no that's not all!"

"When you want to snog Potter senseless but you have to uphold your image? And he doesn't want to expose your relationship even though you've been dating for three damn years?"

"No! This has nothing to do with Potter you fucks!"

Pansy looked at him smirking, finally setting down her magazine. "Doesn't everything involve Potter?" Draco stopped pacing and glared at her, crossing his arms across his chest. "Saint Potter with his scar and-" Blaise shook his head, amusement clear on his face. "His broomstick. Yes Draco, we've heard this speech every day since first year and too be fair some of those complaints were of Pansy and I." Draco huffed loudly before continuing his pacing.

"Well if it's not about Potter, did Granger punch you in the face again?"

"No!"

"Did your father-"

"DONT YOU DARE MENTION MY FATHER CALVIN!" Draco roared, pulling his wand out and hexing the boy as hard as he could, before shoving it angrily back into his pocket and motioning for them to continue as he continued his pacing.

"Did you get a T on your Divinitation homework?"
"No!"

"Did you lose a rabbit?"
"I don't own a rabbit Calvin!"

"Did you eat three bags of shredded carrots?"
"Why on Earth would any sane person eat three bags of shredded carrots!" (A/N: FictionFangirl08 )

"Did someone turn you into a ferret?"
"CALVIN I SWEAR TO MERLIN I WILL SNAP YOUR NECK!"

"Did Hagrid try to make you do work while you were hanging out with the Threstrals?"
"No, I haven't had time to go see them lately!"

"Did Weasel tease you? Is precious Drakie-Poo sad?"

"Pansy I swear to god I will throttle you and hex you as hard as I can!" Draco said in a warning tone, whipping out his wand from his back pocket.

She snorted, standing up and pulling his wand from his grasp. "Please, last time you tried to hex me you ended up buying me a new necklace because you felt so bad!" Draco glared at her once more before snatching his wand back and sitting heavily on the couch. He let out a loud sigh placing his elbows on his knees, and placing his head into his hands, massaging his temples.

"John rescheduled tutoring so I made plans, then he comes up today and says he doesn't actually have plans and will be coming! I hate when people do that to me!" Hermione stood up from where she was sitting on the Gryffindor couch.

"Draco? I can take John today if you want. He's the Hufflepuff right?" Draco looked up, smiling tiredly in her direction. "It's alright, I can do it, I'm just mad he did this to me."

Hermione nodded slowly, before picking up her books and heading to her dorm with Ron at her heels, to 'study'.

Pansy looked shocked. "You TUTOR!? HUFFLEPUFFS?!?" she shrieked.

"Well, yeah..." Draco mumbled.

"AND YOU DIDN'T TELL US?!?" Pansy was still yelling.

"I didn't not tell you. You just never asked if I was tutoring Hufflepuffs so I never went, 'hey guess what? I tutor Hufflepuffs!' I mean really Pansy it wasn't a lie."

"That's... that's....SINCE WHEN?" Pansy looked faint, she fell heavily onto the couch next to him, quickly ending up in his lap.

"Since third year. I always also tutored the people years above us." He looked nervous, absentmindedly running a hand through her hair.

"Just....Draco Malfoy, known pureblood..... is tutoring bloody Hufflepuffs!" Draco sighed, leaning back against the couch and noticing the rest of the common room.

A Gryffindor spoke up, "Malfoy, what the hell was that? I thought you had followers not friends!"

Pansy sat up quickly, picking up her wand from the coffee table, raising it the hex the boy, but Draco stopped her, placing his hand on top of hers. Blaise stood up, his face growing dark, but with a glare from Draco he sat down, keeping his wand in his robes. Draco's voice turned malicious, and a smirk grew on his face. "Surprised to see I'm not a monster? That I actually interact with humans too? That I have friends, and people I would kill for? No, he must be the same, a Slytherin pureblood, there's no way he could have been forced into his entire life. Everything must be handed to him on a silver platter!"

He glared around the room once, wanting them to feel the pain he felt, but he knew they didn't. He chuckled darkly, standing up and grabbing his bag before storming up to the dorm he shared with Harry, Pansy and Blaise tagging behind. He grabbed his wand as they reached the door and muttered at quick locking spell after ushering them in.

Pansy stared into the distance with a troubled look on her face, sitting down on the edge of Draco's made bed. "Dray I'm sorry! I know you hate having to share a common room and deal with it!" Draco rushed over to her from his position by the door. "Pans, it isn't your fault, really I'm a big boy I can take it." He sat beside her rubbing a comforting hand on her back. Blaise walked over, sitting beside Pansy. "Yeah. Draco can take it, you don't need to feel responsible for him getting hurt."

Harry sat up from where he was laying on his back on his bed, hearing the knocking on the door and assuming Hermione heard the blowup. "Dray, Mione is asking to come in, should I let her?" He watched Draco very carefully, making sure not to upset him. Draco nodded, standing up and striding over to the door with his head held high. He opened the door with much force, and was knocked to the floor by Hermione, Ron standing behind her. "Draco I'm so sorry!" Draco chuckled, but stifled it when she glared at him through tear filled eyes.

He stood up and walked over to the Harry's bed, laying his head on Harry's shoulder as he watched Ron and Hermione figure out where to sit. "Draco, you got this right? Cuz I have stuff to do and I can't stay and play nursemaid so can Pansy do it?" Blaise asked, already standing up and moving out that door. "I don't need a nursemaid!" Draco shouted indignantly, fuming at the muffled laughter coming from the other side of the door.

Pansy looked up from her conversation with Ron and Hermione, smiling to herself. "Dray, you kinda do need a nursemaid, hell you can't even decide on an outfit every morning without input from others," She stood up and began to mimic him, "You act like a drama queen, 'Goblin silk or wizarding silk? Pansy it's the principle of it, I just got my nails done I'm not helping!'" Draco stood up and glared at her. "It's not my fault you insist on doing my nails anytime there's manual labor so we can both get out of it!"

Pansy smiled, and shook her head before glancing up at the clock. "Damn I have to go! Don't miss me too much! Ta ta Dray love you!" "Yeah I love me too I'm amazing!" Pansy glared at the smirking blonde before deciding to let it pass, and moving out the door quickly.

Ron looked at the two of them before standing up. "Well I have to go, so bye." Hermione snorted. "Such eloquence to your words Ron!" "I know right!"

Finally Draco was alone with Harry, and he had many plans for the day and Harry was quick to question him about his "plans".

"Well... I was thinking that we could do something? Together? Not necessarily a date but a date! Like... um... we could just stay here?" he rammbled.

Harry stopped him before he could go any further. "I'd like that Dray. Really." When his boyfriend's eyes lit up, he knew that it was going to be a good day.

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Harry and Draco were laying across Draco's bed, cuddling. Draco was reading a book out loud to Harry whilst they were together. Draco closed the book, as they had been reading for quite some time.

"Harry? I don't know anymore." Draco buried his head in the boy next to him's chest.

"What, Dray? What is it?" He was concerned.

Draco had to surface from the pile of blankets to respond. "I just hate it! The stereotypes of Slytherins, especially pure-blood Slytherins! See, the Weasel's family's blood is about as pure as it gets, but because they are all Gryffindors, they are kind and brave!" He gasped for air. "Now, I'm a pure-blood too! But, no, because I'm a Slytherin, I'm evil and selfish and don't have a care in me! I'm done! I'm just done!"

Harry looked at his boyfriend in shock, but didn't say a word. He knew that Draco wasn't done.

"And, becuase of who I am again! 'Draco Malfoy!? Tutoring?! HUFFLEPUFFS?! Just because I'm the queen of sass, doesn't mean that I don't have compassion!!! Ugh!" He flopped down, as he had slowly risen while delivering his speech.

"It's okay Dray. I know, I know." Harry tried to provide comfort, to much dismay.

"NO NO NO! IT'S NOT OKAY! AND YOU DON'T KNOW HARRY YOU DON'T!!" he yelled. The unbreakable had broken, and was in tears.

Harry knew that he had to take charge. He sat up and spoke firmly, "Draco, get over here right now." He encased the blond boy in a hug and pulled him down onto the bed, cradling him like a child scared of the dark. "Now, you are going stay right here until you stop crying. Do you hear me?"

Draco nodded and wrapped his arms around the raven-haired boy who cared so much about him. He snuggled up against Harry's chest, curling up into a ball against him, safe in his embrace. And he knew without a doubt, that he was safe and loved, and that mattered more than some stupid Gryffindorks opinion.