The Snitch and the Seeker

Chapter 8

Christmas break was around the corner. And Harry was going back to the Dursleys. He wasn't ready. He was having an amazing year. He had a mate, new friends, and someone that was a father-figure to him. Harry was packing his trunk and stole a hoodie from Draco as a reminder that Draco would always be there for him.

"Harry, what are you doing with me hoodie?"

Harry blushed. He clearly forgot Draco was in the same room.

"Um...For comfort when I go back to the Dursleys."

"There's no way you're going back to that horrid place. You can stay over at the Manor."

"R-really?"

"Yes, love."

Harry dropped his stuff on his bed and hugged Draco.

"Will the others be able to visit?"

"They can come over whenever they want." Draco assured Harry.

Harry buried his face in Draco's chest. Draco chuckled and told Harry to pack.

Harry didn't have that many stuff. Just his robes, wand, Marauder's Map, Invisibility Cloak and a memory book. He closed his trunks and laid down on his bed. Draco was packing still.

"I'm going to meet the others."

"Okay Harry. Please don't do anything stupid."

"No promises."

Draco groaned and continued to pack. Harry walked down to the Hall without getting hate. He saw Blaise sitting by himself and went to sit with him.

"Hi Harry."

"Hello."

Blaise was staring at the Gryffindor table.

"Who do you like??" Harry smirked.

Blaise snapped out and buried his face in his hands.

"Blaise, tell me!"

"I'm not going to tell you." Blaise muffled.

"I mean..I'm a Gryffindor, so like...there's a chance." Harry said.

"But I'm a bloody Slytherin!"

"So? Draco and I got together. Just think about it, we hated each other and we fancied each other, even if we hated each other."

"Fine.."

"Andddd??"

"Longbottom."

Harry being Harry fell off his chair. He then got up and ran to the Gryffindor table and sat next to Neville. Blaise learned a lesson, never tell a Potter who you fancy.

But with Harry.

"Watcha doing?"

Neville jumped back a bit.

"Reading a Herbology book." Neville blushed.

Whether Neville is brave, he was still shy around everyone.

"Wanna go sit at the Slytherin Table?" Harry wiggled his eyebrows.

"W-why?"

"I mean Hermione will be there, nothing will happen."

"Well, everyone is too busy kissing each other, so I guess."

Harry looked to Neville's right and saw at least two-thirds of the table making out. Harry grabbed Neville's hand and made him sit next to Blaise.

"Z-Zabini." Neville stuttered.

Blaise melted at Neville stuttering.

"Longbottom, minus well go with first names."