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“Harry Potter you absolute heathen.”
“What?” Harry looked at Draco innocently over the brim of his tea cup. After weeks of subtly trying to get his attention one of Harry’s methods had finally worked. If there was one thing Draco Malfoy could not handle it was people with no manners.
“Tea and coffee in the same cup? While it’s neither coffee nor tea time? Where you raised by wolves?” Harry opened his mouth. Remus and Sirius might be more guiding than raising him but…
“On second thought don’t answer that.” Draco had seen the error in his ways and was starting to notice the growing number of students staring at the pair of them. After returning to Hogwarts for his eighth year his main goal had been keeping a low profile and he cursed himself for talking to Harry.
He should have walked straight past him, should have continued to ignore the man as he’d done for the past months. But tea and coffee? Mixed? Together?
Draco’s systems could not cope with such barbarian behaviour taking place in his direct vicinity.
“How are you supposed to drink it then?” Oh that fake innocent smile on Harry’s face would be the death of him. He just knew Harry was coaxing, teasing, no bullying him into starting a conversation. And Draco could only bite his bottom lip so long until he had to answer.
He hadn’t bantered with Harry or anyone else in ages. The few words they’d exchanged so far had felt like finally coming up for air after spending too much time underwater. His ears popped open and his lungs were filled with clean and refreshing air. His heart fluttered and his stomach was suddenly populated by a large number of butterflies.
Harry took another sip of his devilish drink. By the looks of it he actually found it to be quite tasty.
“With me on a date at three o'clock in Hogsmeade next saturday. In separate cups you bloody moron.” Draco walked out of the great hall accompanied by the sound of Harry choking of his tea and coffee mixture.
Harry was definitely a heathen.
But he was bloody well going to be Draco’s heathen.