The boys belong to JKR, even though I’m often nicer to them than she is.Author’s Notes:
This one has fluff! Well, sort of. Near enough. *embraces fluff passionately and is nearly suffocated* Oh, fluff, I’ll never leave you again!
Oh, and this was written for hd100
's challenge, the great outdoors
Once again, Malfoy swept from the Great Hall with a haughty expression and tight jaw. Harry frowned.
Draco headed for the sanctuary of the great outdoors. When he reached the lake, he collapsed onto the verge and relaxed. The snickering and whispers were replaced by the sound of water.
...And footsteps. He turned to see Potter approaching him warily.
“Malfoy? You OK?”
“Fine,” he sniffed, turning back to the lake.
Potter sat next to him.
Draco turned with fire in his eyes, to be met with a blush and fingers edging towards his.
He didn’t move his hand.
~*~Three Months Later
Draco came into the Great Hall for lunch, grinning as he always did after one of his forest excursions. She’d asked questions, but been put off, with innocent eyes and a charmingly crooked grin. “What’s with the love of the great outdoors?”
“What about it?”
“Why does Potter always come in right after you do?”
“He’s coming with me. Following me again.”
“What happened to your hair?”
Pansy watched as he sat down. She did a double-take, then started to grin.
“Why exactly are there grass stains on the back of your robes?”