"Shut it Potter" The hiss of the words made Harry raise an eyebrow at the blonde. He leant back on his elbows, not intimidated by the other at all.
Draco turned his head in shame. He still couldn't act civil towards Potter could he? Draco bit his lip, glancing at Harry to see those bright eyes fixed on him. "Didn't you come in here for something Potter?" Reminded Malfoy, shifting uncomfortable under his gaze.
The raven tilted his head confused for a moment before snapping up in realisation. "Oh yeah" he muttered, slightly annoyed he couldn't watch his blonde-- No. Malfoy isn't his. Yet anyways.
Harry stepped away from the table and walked further into the kitchen, confidence in his steps and a smirk on his lips when he felt grey eyes following him.
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In the Kitchens
फैनफिक्शनA peckish feeling nipped at Harry Potter's insides. A trip to the kitchen for a snack was highly required. The house elves wouldn't mind. They never did. Normally overjoyed with his presence. But today was different. It wasn't just the house elves...
