(The song doesn't really have any correlation. I just love it)

Welcome! I always knew I wanted some big drama to happen at some point, but I needed to figure out when and how everything would happen, and I've officially got it. I'm still kind of winging it, but I hope the intensity brings out a little more personality in this story. which is something it didn't have much of when I started it.

I'm hoping this next little while will bring character depth! POV changes! drama! (ok chill chris mclean)

Anyway, I'm excited to write this. Which is something I haven't felt while writing in a long time. I hope you enjoy it :)

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It was hard to think of anything negative when I had Harry in my arms. The only thoughts passing through my mind were about how pretty his eyes are, and how his glasses made him look dorky, yet adorable. His smile gave me nervous butterflies, and everywhere his hands touched left a tingling sensation on my skin.

When his chapped lips brushed mine, it was like an explosion. What an absolute cliché. My body always feels out of my control when we're kissing. My fingers would absentmindedly wander around his torso, while Harry always ran his hands through my hair.

It felt like I was in one of my mother's cheesy romance novels, but with much less awful sex scenes. Although, if offered, I wouldn't deny something a little more intimate.

So far, makeouts, and more recently, horny teenage-esque grinding, have been quite common at random times during the day.

For the past week, I've let myself ease a little bit off my guard. When I felt a grab at my wrist, I no longer yelped and tried to run, because I always knew it was Harry that was yanking me into another dramatic alcove in the halls. As his hands snaked around me and very inappropriately grabbed my arse, I thought; I could get used to this whole 'not being scared all the time' thing.

Once, after Harry had whispered into my ear "meet me in the third-floor bathroom in five minutes", it had lead to me being pushed against a stall wall with my robes off, and Harry's shirt unbuttoned. I nervously ran my hands along his chest while he attacked my neck with opened mouth kisses. I wasn't reciprocating much, and the green-eyed boy definitely noticed.

"What's wrong?" he asked breathily into my neck.

"I just," I began, playing with the buttons on Harry's shirt. "I keep getting the feeling that someone's going to catch us, and everything's gonna go wrong."

He pulled off of my collarbones to look me in the eyes. Fuck, they're so GREEN.

"Hey, nothing is going to happen. And if we do get caught, I'll make sure that nobody touches you, alright?" Harry smiled his wonderful smile back at me. It was bright enough to make me believe every word that came out of his mouth.

I took a deep breath and smirked. "You're gonna protect me, oh saviour?"

Harry let out a low chuckle that absolutely did not make me shiver, and dove back in. "Yeah... I'll protect you good."

And once again, in Harry's presence, I felt safe. I let myself push the worries to the back of my head and enjoy the feeling of his wet tongue dragging along the tendons of my neck up to my jaw.

But no matter how far I pushed it, there was always this thought the size of a mosquito in the back of my head. I could almost hear it's high-pitched buzzing. It was dread. It's almost like it's warning me that something awful is about to happen, and my week of pure happiness will be over in a flash.

I let Harry suck my fears away in the form of a purple mark on my throat, letting out girly moans that I will deny making for the rest of my life.

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I burst in through the doors of charms, with my hair probably sticking up in all different directions, and my robes half-way off my shoulders. I stood at the entrance of the classroom for a moment, taking in my classmates' judgemental gazes.

Professor Flitwick raised an eyebrow while staring at me, before rolling his eyes and turning back to his desk. "Nice of you to join us, Draco," the old man said, drawling in an irritated way that would have gotten him sacked if I was 3 years younger.

I shot an intense glare at the still-staring students, before shrugging my robes back onto my shoulders properly and moving to sit down next to Pansy at the shared long desk.

She gawked at me, and then looked me up and down. Her eyes were heavily focused on my loose tie and unbuttoned collar, before trailing her gaze up to my hair, which made me look way too thoroughly fucked-out for someone who was only being lovingly groped.

She finally looked me in the eyes with a withering look, making me feel slightly ashamed of myself. Slightly.

She moved her charms notebook slightly closer to me, and I knew what she was doing immediately, after months of unfortunate practice with the Carrows in charge. She grabbed her quill without taking her eyes off the Professor and made quick glances down at the parchment while writing in the corner of it.

'You're fucking insane' she wrote.

I smiled after inconspicuously flitting my eyes over it.

'Insane with love' I wrote back, making Pansy visibly cringe in my peripheral vision.

'You're disgusting.'

'You love me.'

She sucked in a breath next to me, trying not to laugh.

'Not as much as he does, clearly. Tighten your collar.'

'Maybe having hickies will get me in everyone's good books again'

We met each other's eyes briefly, smirking. Pansy jerked her head down, gesturing for me to glance at her wand in her hand by the chair, before whispering something and flicking her wrist. I felt the weird cold-wash of magic on my neck, and then Pansy reached up to fix my tie.

She stared at Professor Flitwick while buttoning my collar, who had his back turned to the rest of the class.

I glanced behind us at a Slytherin who was glaring at the point right below my ear. I briefly wondered what I did to offend him so, before Pansy jerked my head to the side with a hand on my chin, and I felt magic brush up my jaw again.

She raised her eyebrow in annoyance when I sent her an award-winning (more like shit-eating, she would say) grin.

I looked at the parchment once more, just to write 'Love you', and Pansy nudged my shoulder, smiling.

Sitting through the rest of the class was a boring nightmare, with the professor droning on about theory. Pansy was taking organised notes beside me, but I just wrote down random sentences in no order whatsoever. It's my usual note-taking method, which includes way too many bullet-points and spelling my ink different colours for certain parts. It's fun and all, but compared to what I was indulging myself with prior to class, taking avid notes on charms theory sounds rather dull. And anyway, if I can't read my lazy handwriting, I'll just steal Pansy's. Or Theo's, though his are somehow messier than what's currently on the yellowed piece of parchment I had in front of me.

Blaise doesn't even take notes. He just remembers. Like an asshole. Next time he decides to stick himself in a weird queer mentor situation, he needs someone that'll humble him. I probably would have been perfectly humbling if I wasn't a terrified fourteen-year-old learning that I really didn't want to 'carry on the pureblood Malfoy bloodline' with some rich girl. Some rich girl with breasts.

I shivered at the thought, and then almost laughed at my immaturity. Pansy gave me a side-eye, and I quickly went back to taking shitty notes.

My father wanted me to marry one of the Greengrass girls. Unfortunately, Daphne was as bitchy as Pansy was before she decided to mature, which you would think would make them friends, but they managed to hate each other. Astoria, well... I have no qualms with Astoria. I assume with Daphne as her sister, she wanted to be a bit nicer. Or nicer in comparison. The way she carries herself around the school, almost elegantly floating, had everybody mesmerized.

If I liked women, I'd definitely be courting her. Though, for obvious reasons, I am not.

I wrote a few more vague sentences down, and then class was over before I knew it. Pansy and I packed up our bags and slung them over our shoulders like we were imperiused, doing the exact same robotic movements that make everybody stare at us awkwardly. Blaise likes to call us twins, which makes us both grimace with the thought that we'd tear each other apart if we lived in the same house.

We hung back, waiting until we could traipse out of class behind everybody else. Pansy linked her bony arm around my equally bony one, making it uncomfortable for both of us, but giving us the security of nobody bothering to come near us.

We walked out the door, only to be met with Blaise waiting, leant against the cold marble walls. I raised an eyebrow at his smirk.

"Mind if I join you?"

He doesn't wait for either of us to answer before throwing a heavy arm around my shoulders. I was awkwardly jostled side-to-side as we walked, being pulled in by both their arms wrapped around me; as we moved on our way to the great hall for lunch.

Just before we walked through the massive doorway, something appeared right in front of my nose. Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be a crane. A paper crane. I took a moment to hold my hands to my eyes, recalling another moment where there was a paper crane in front of my face. This time though, I wasn't the one that blew it away in a kiss.

I had a hunch that it was Harry.

After a moment of quiet shame, I wrenched my arm out of Pansy's grip and reached out to grab it. It dodged my outstretched fingers.

What?

I raised my eyebrow and tried again, only for it to fly past my ear, almost clipping Blaise's, and stop again behind my head. I whipped around and fought the smirk growing on my face.

After Blaise's arm was successfully shrugged off, I started after the crane again, reaching forward as it dodged backwards again. I heard Pansy's exasperated groan behind me as I chased after it.

"Nope. I'm too hungry for this- this- disgusting display of romance," she sneered. I glanced back for a moment, took one look at her pinched face and took off again. Blaise mumbled something like go ahead, I'll leave when he's with Potter and then ran at my heels.

The little white crane flapped it's delicate wings as it flew faster and faster away from me. The bubbly feeling in my chest made it almost impossible to not let out a disastrous whoop into the ancient walls as I ran. I ended up settling for badly-suppressed giggles, making Blaise audibly snicker behind me.

Pure elation was something I haven't felt in... I'm not sure how long. Every time I even thought about getting tired, I was hit with another wave of adrenaline.

After running after it for a while with my arm outstretched, the crane slowed down. It still dodged my fingers when I tried to grab it, but it wasn't flying as quickly. I slowed down to a walk with Blaise beside me, trying to catch my breath. I still felt the exhilaration coursing through my veins, even as we strolled.

"I hate your stupid boyfriend."

I looked at him with what I assume is a massive grin on my face, which made him raise an amused eyebrow, and then he hip-checked me. I stumbled to the side a bit, and then pushed him back with my hands.

We continued shoving each other down the hall, keeping a timid eye on the paper creature flying in front of us, and then it suddenly stopped. I gave Blaise a side-eye, before reaching out towards it again, expecting it to get moving again.

Except it didn't move. It just let my hand brush it, making me let out a little "oh!"

I grabbed it out of the air, relieved to be able to feel it, and started unfolding. I fumbled with the delicate paper, trying my best not to rip it with my hands trembling with excitement. My grin grew wider and wider as I flattened out the paper and childishly turned it away from Blaise. He just grabbed the bridge of his nose and snorted.

I stared back down at the paper. I was holding a drawing. A drawing that looked similar to the one I sent him all those years ago, with the childish scrawl all over the parchment. It was two stick-figures, one with black hair that looked haphazardly scribbled on, and one with blonde hair that was relatively neater.

The drawing with black hair had glasses and a lightning-bolt scar. The stick-figures comically large hands were touching.

There was also a massive red heart surrounding the hand-holding drawings.

I stared at the parchment in front of me, completely incredulous. I noticed Blaise try to sneak over my shoulder, but I held it to my chest, blushing like mad. Blaise just scoffed and glanced behind me at something.

I followed his gaze and watched Harry peek out from a deep alcove in the wall, looking sheepish. He glanced to Blaise, and gave me a look that probably meant 'please make him go away I want to make out'

I stared pointedly at my friend beside me, making him roll his eyes once again, and let out a dramatic groan.

"Make sure you're back in time to eat something. Pansy and I will be waiting," Blaise drawled, already strolling past us. He whirled back around for a moment, glaring at Harry. "If he doesn't get to the great hall in time, you are being held responsible. And I will not be held responsible for what Pansy decides to do with you."

Harry raised his eyebrows at the threat. "I'll bring him back in time, don't worry," he chucked. I let out an indignant noise and tugged at his arm, wanting to go someplace where nobody would bother us. He smirked down at me while I flipped the bird at Blaise. He threw his arms up defensively and turned back to whatever direction the food was.

I yelped as Harry tugged my sleeve and pulled me into an alcove. I was briefly disappointed, but Harry just mumbled that we'll go somewhere else in a second.

"Did you like your letter?"

I snorted and glanced back down at the piece of parchment held onto my chest. "You're absolutely ridiculous. Blaise almost saw it!"

Harry laughed his wonderful laugh. "That wouldn't be so bad would it?" he said with a cheeky smile. I groaned, picturing any of my friends seeing it was a nightmare.

"You don't know them like I do. They'd never let it go. 'Probably frame it and hang it in our dorm. Or in the great hall. They're awful."

"It's a work of art! I thought you'd appreciate it more," the black-haired boy pouted. I brushed his hair away from his eyes and righted his crooked glasses.

"Ridiculous," I repeated, exasperated.

Harry pressed a soft kiss to my lips, taking away any single negative emotion I could've felt for a moment, and then grabbed my hands.

"Shall we?" the bespectacled boy asked, running a thumb across my knuckles. I forced my smile down, throwing on a fake irritated face just to tease.

"It's not going to be another bathroom, is it? I don't care how thoroughly the elves' clean, I still felt dirty."

Harry let out a pfft noise. "Nope. Somewhere much better. A closet."

I threw a hand on his face and pushed it backwards. "I hate you," I said, feigning annoyance. As the last word, I threw in "Potter."

Harry just tugged on my robes, pulling me out of the alcove. "C'mon Malfoy, wouldn't want to waste any more of our precious time."

"Oh please, you wouldn't know how to be punctual if your life depended on it. We'll probably only have time for Pansy to chew you out."

"There's certainly something I want to chew on."

I barked out a laugh. "You're not going to eat me are you?" I teased.

Harry glanced around me with a glint in his eye, inconspicuously grabbing my hand hidden under my robes. "No promises."

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This chapter was brought to you by tea with way too much honey in it. Bleh.
If you saw any mistakes, correct them! Grammarly doesn't catch everything, unfortunately (unless I payed for it, which, ew).

Also this was my longest chapter, whoop-whoop! (I thought of going until 3k, but it's close enough)