*Third person p.o.v*

Another chapter from Draco's pov, he's just so cute.

Blaise had an arm around Potter, hugging him tightly to his side.

"You're mad! No way. The holyhead harpies are way better than the Chudley cannons." Said Potter, chuckling warmly.

"They may have defeated them in the summer, but it was pure luck." Said Blaise, nudging Potter closer to him in a teasing manner.

Draco was fuming.

"Trying to steal Draco's boyfriend, are you, Blaise?" Came Pansy's amused voice, looking up at Draco with a cocky expression, as Draco was close to killing Blaise with his harsh stare.

Blaise turned his head, looking back at Draco, and gave him a smirk at the look he was receiving. "I'm merely making conversation." He looked down at Potter and gave him a smug smile. "Besides, Potter prefers me."

Draco knew Blaise was only doing this to get on his nerves. He'd been walking really close, too close, to Potter since they'd argued at breakfast. And was acting overly kind.

Plus, the way Pansy was looking at Draco, as if she only wanted him to get upset as well, only made Draco further angry.

"That's not what he said last night," Said Draco then through gritted teeth, and despite trying to control himself, walked up to Blaise and Potter, grabbing Blaise's arm harshly, so hard Blaise made a small surprised noise, and pushed it off Potter's shoulders.

"Oooooh. Heard that, Potter?" Pansy chanted, whilst Blaise luckily, for his own good, decided that it was for the better that he slowed down and walked with Pansy.

Draco looked down at Potter, finding him already looking at him with a flushed face and a confused look on his face.

"Blaise is just being a git," Said Draco, not managing to keep the annoyed tone out of his voice. He heard Blaise scoff from behind him.

Potter still looked confused, "We were just having fun—"

"Potter." Draco warned.

Potter tilted his head, furrowing his eyebrows. But then, a few seconds later, his eyes suddenly widened and a big smile spread on his face. "You're jealous."

Draco rolled his eyes at him, "Oh, please."

"You are so jealous!" Potter repeated loudly, and Draco cursed lowly when he heard Pansy and Blaise snickering behind them.

Pansy walked up to them, "Even your boyfriend knows—"

"He's not my boyfriend." Said Draco quickly, and Potter laughed with Pansy and Blaise, making Draco walk faster.

He was tired of this constant teasing, especially with Pansy and Blaise trying to hint to Potter what Draco really thought of him, every two minutes.

And there was just no way he was going to let Potter make fun of him.

Draco pushed a boy a year or two younger than him out of the way as he went down the corridor, trying to get away from Pansy, Blaise and Potter, but he didn't get far, because then Potter grabbed his hand and spoke; "Wait, Malfoy, stop."

Draco ignored the way his hand felt all electric, and tried to get Potter to let go by pulling his hand back to himself.

But Potter apparently had a strong grip, because Draco only dragged him up to walk beside him again. "You get upset very easily, you know that right?"

Draco scoffed, "Shove off."

Potter intertwined his fingers with Draco's, smiling politely. "No."

Draco immediately looked around, "What are you doing?! Someone could see, you know? This is a corridor filled with people." He hissed down at Potter, hovering over him.

Potter merely smiled up at him, "Parkinson and Zabini have been talking about us being boyfriends for the past two minutes, and no one has turned their heads at us for even a second, it's way too noisy. I don't think anyone's gonna notice if we're holding hands, it's too crowded." He shrugged.

Draco watched as Potter looked away from him again, and Draco struggled not to let his heart beat faster as he just let Potter hold his hand. "..Why are you even holding my hand in the first place?" Asked Draco then, his voice low. He wanted Potter to hold his hand, of course, but why was Potter doing it?

Potter shrugged again, "Because it calms you down."

Potter had noticed that?

Draco huffed, despite the fact that his face suddenly felt hot. He hoped Potter wouldn't look up at him and see. "Whatever."

Nonetheless, Draco found himself caressing the back of Potter's warm hand the rest of the way to class.

* * * * * *

"Hey," Potter stopped up by the entrance, spotting Granger and Weasley sitting in the front row.

Potter had dropped Draco's hand at the sight of them, and then Draco had tried his hardest not to frown at the loss of touch. He was too soft for his own liking when it came to Potter.

He walked past Potter, Potter standing in front of his two best friends, with his hands resting on the table. Both Granger and Weasley had leaned forward as they talked to him.

Pansy and Blaise sat right in front of Draco, who first sat down once he reached the back row as always.

Draco tried to ignore the annoying voices of Pansy and Blaise as they bickered who's answers were correct to the series of questions they were gonna be asked by Severus, and was then cut off when Severus walked in the door.

"Find your seat, Potter." Said Severus almost automatically.

Draco could tell Potter got angry just at the sight of their professor, and then Potter made his way to sit next to Draco quickly.

"Very well," Severus drawled. "The Scintillation Solution. How long does it take to brew.. Zabini?"

Blaise shifted in his seat, throwing a cocky look at Pansy before answering. "Two hours."

Pansy raised her hand quickly. "And fifty minutes."

Severus gazed at the both of them, wearing an unreadable facial expression. "That's correct, Ms. Parkinson."

Pansy quickly celebrated by nudging Blaise hard in the side, grinning, as Blaise just sneered at her.

As Severus continued checking if people had done their homework, Draco caught Potter, in the corner of his eye, placing his arm on the table, and then resting his head on it. 

Potter's face was buried in his arm; and Draco found himself thinking if Potter was trying to fall sleep.

"Tired?"

Potter turned his head, his right cheek squished in what was most certainly in a way too adorable manner against his arm and his glasses almost slipping off his face. "I woke up at 5am. Of course i'm bloody tired," Potter whispered back.

Draco watched as Potter let his eyes fall closed again, and heard Severus ask Daphne Greengrass a question.

Draco just couldn't take his eyes of Potter. Not that he wanted to, but Potter was just so so precious. Draco wondered if he'd ever met anyone who was so effortlessly cute.

Despite it being very un-Malfoylike, and, well, very un-Dracolike, Draco couldn't help but want to grab Potter and kiss him all over the face every time he saw him. And hold his hand. And hug him.

Draco pulled his hand off the parchment laying in front of him, and used his index-finger to softly trace the outlines of Potter's face.

Potter didn't move at the sudden touch, only smiled slightly and let Draco do as he liked.

If Potter was his, Draco would protect him from anything. He'd never let anyone hurt him.

It probably sounded strange, and probably just was too, especially when considering that Potter would never like him back and most certainly didn't even care about Draco.

Even so, there was nothing Draco cared more about than Potter.

And, even if Potter did like him, which Draco didn't even dare to hope, he would probably get fed up with Draco within a few days.

Draco hadn't ever been a fan of relationships, or showing innocent affection. He didn't even know if he'd make a good boyfriend, he'd never really thought about it before Potter. And surely Potter didn't want a boyfriend who didn't know how to show affection and wasn't even nice to people.

Draco's other hand slid across the table, and he rested his chin on the back of his hand, his finger still tracing Potter's soft features. Was Potter even aware just how gorgeous he was?

Draco cupped his cheek, caressing it with his thumb, and Potter's eyes fluttered open.

He smiled sleepily at Draco, "What are you doing?" He whispered, and Draco felt him lean further into his touch.

Draco's eyes flickered down to Potter's lips, "What does it seem like i'm doing?"

Potter's smile widened, "Trying to make me fall sleep," He said, and Draco tried not to smile, he really did, but he couldn't suppress it. Did Potter really find his touch relaxing?

Draco's hand came up to remove Potter's glasses, trying to advert Potter's attention away from his all too giddy expression.

Potter squinted his eyes, watching Draco fiddle with his glasses with a questioning look on his face.

Potter's pretty green eyes were even more vibrant without his glasses, but Draco quickly decided that he liked Potter better with them.

His round glasses were ugly, but somehow Potter made them cute, attractive and the glasses were just.. So Potter.

"You look odd without your glasses," Said Draco then, smirking at him.

"..Thank you?" Said Potter questioningly, and Draco tried to refrain himself from smiling again.

Draco placed his glasses back onto his face gently, and afterwards went back to caressing Potter's cheek.

Potter simply allowed it, and let his eyes fall closed again, leaning into Draco's touch.

Honestly, Draco had half-heartedly expected Potter to move away when he touched him, but the way Potter seemed so.. Okay, with Draco touching him, almost made Draco hope that Potter.. At least didn't despise him anymore.

Draco let his thumb brush across Potter's eyebrow, and then across his temple.

He looked like he was about to fall asleep, which Draco really hoped he didn't.

Surely the soft snores would make the other students and Severus turn their attention towards them, and Potter would probably be in detention for years.

"You can't fall asleep," Whispered Draco then, when Potter's breathing had turned particularly slow.

Potter suddenly sighed exhaustively, "Why not?" Came his sleepy reply, not opening his eyes.

"You'll get detention," Said Draco, and Potter nudged his head gently into Draco's hand. Potter was going to be the death of him.

"Your hands are cold," Mumbled Potter then distractedly, making Draco raise an eyebrow.

"I'm always cold."

Potter opened his eyes, and his hand came up to hold Draco's wrist. Draco admired the size difference of their hands. "I know."

* * * * * *

"You're not very discreet by the way," Said Blaise, Pansy nodding beside him.

"Discreet?" Asked Draco shortly, pushing his lunch around on his plate dully.

"Yes, discreet." Said Blaise, still sounding slightly annoyed. "Be glad Pansy and I are sitting right in front of you, blocking everyone else's view. You know, if we moved slightly to the side, everyone would be able to see you holding Potter's face." Said Blaise, and Pansy smiled at Draco.

"It looked so sweet. I didn't think you had it in you, Draco—"

"I wasn't holding his face." Said Draco distinctly, cutting Pansy off. "I was caressing it. He was tired."

Pansy only smiled wider at that.

"You said that earlier too," Blaise smirked mischievously at Draco, and Draco sighed.

"This time it's not a lie." He said, shortly.

Pansy nodded again, "I would be lying if I said I didn't catch him closing his eyes during the lessons. What's kept him from sleeping?"

Draco shrugged. "Don't know. I woke up this morning and he was dressed and all ready to go at around six thirty. He usually wakes up way after I've gotten ready."

Draco watched as Pansy turned around in her seat to look at Potter, and Draco let his gaze wander over to him as well.

Potter was engaging in a conversation with Granger and Weasley, but looked rather uninterested, in Draco's opinion.

"He looks tired." Said Pansy then, looking back at Draco.

"He is tired." Draco corrected her.

Blaise picked up his knife and cut a piece of chicken, "He can sleep after dinner then,"

* * * * * *

Potter had done as Blaise had suggested.

During dinner, Potter had suddenly stood up, and said something to Granger and Weasley quickly, before leaving the great hall. Draco watched as Granger and Weasley's eyes followed him, and he wondered if Potter had even gotten anything to eat.

Draco figured that Potter had heard the password yesterday, and probably had his invisibility cloak with him or something, so when he left, Draco didn't hurry to follow him.

"So, Draco.." Said Blaise then, and Draco snapped out of his trance, having accidentally been staring at Weasley and Granger.

"Have you heard the latest rumor about Astoria?" Asked Blaise, and Draco send him a bored look.

"No. And I don't care—"

"Oh, but I think you would." Blaise quickly cut him off, and Draco raised his eyebrows at him.

What could possibly be so interesting about Astoria Greengrass? Draco barely ever noticed her.

Scratch that, Draco never noticed her.

When Blaise only continued to smirk at him, Draco said; "Spit it out then."

"Rumor has it," Blaise started, and Draco quickly caught onto the playful tone in his voice. "That Astoria fancies you."

Draco grimaced. "Oh?"

Blaise snorted, and Pansy laughed as well; "And it's just funny seeing as—"

"I'm not interested in the female gender at all?" Draco finished the sentence, but Pansy smiled.

"Seeing as you're completely head over heels for Potter."

Draco face-palmed, "I'm not head over heels for Potter. And why are you telling me this again?" He spoke into his hand.

"Because rumor also has it that she's going to ask you out tomorrow." Said Blaise amusedly.

Draco snapped his head up. "..And who told you this?"

Blaise shrugged, "I heard it from Nott, who heard it from Goyle, who, of course, had heard it from Crabbe, who apparently had overheard Daphne and Astoria talk about it."

"So Crabbe started this? Are we sure it isn't something he's completely misread, since he can't even think properly for himself?" Draco asked, glancing at Crabbe down the table, who was stuffing his mouth impatiently with food.

"I mean, we can't be sure." Said Pansy, looking at Crabbe as well. She grimaced; "We just thought we'd let you know."

Draco looked between Pansy and Blaise, "Alright. I guess I can make time in my day to reject her."

"If she comes up to you—"

"Pansy." Draco snapped. "I don't care." He said, and Pansy glared at him.

"Let her down easy, will you? She lets me copy off her at times when I haven't done the homework. She's not all bad." Pansy leaned forward, "I know how brutally honest you can be." Said Pansy.

"Fine, alright." Draco shook his head, "Whatever."

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Word count: 2567

A/N:
I love writing Draco's povs. He's secretly such a sweetheart, in my opinion.