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Harry: You’re a dick, Malfoy!

Draco: Oh yeah? Well, I am what I eat!

Harry:What?

Draco:…What?

Harry:…

Harry: Wanna eat mine?

Pansy: What’s the worst thing your father did?

Draco: When I came out, he made me take extra duelling class. But it backfired, now I can take an opponent down while sucking a d—

Pansy: I get it!

Draco: If Potter is not going to pin me down and kiss me like he means it, what is he even doing?

Pansy: Not having to listen to this, which is a blessing for him

Pansy: Do you think you can tell Harry to stand up? He’s in my spot

Draco: Oh, okay, no biggie

Draco: *sits on Harry’s lap*

Pansy: …now you’re both in my seat

Draco: Yeah, but Harry’s standing up now

Pansy: He’s no—oh

If kid!Draco meets future!Draco:

Harry: How big is your bed?

Draco: Why do you ask?

Harry: Just for research

Draco: It’s quite big

Harry: Yeah? Can I get in with you?

Draco:…

Draco: Get out

Draco: Pansy, so you know how Potter is always avoiding me?

Pansy: Because you’re in love with him, yeah

Draco: I’m not in love with—anyway, I’ve thought of a new way to get his attention

Pansy: Boy, this should be fun. What is it?

Draco: I’m going to climb on a tree!

Pansy: What? Are you crazy? Getting on a tree for him, that’s actually worse than when you folded that paper-bird and sent it to him from across the classroom. If that doesn’t say desperate I don’t know what is!

Draco: So you’re saying I shouldn’t do that?

Pansy: Oh, no, I’m just saying you’re crazy, I definitely want to see how it’s gonna go though

Draco: I’m done with the conversation now

Harry: Sit back down

Draco: I’m sat

Pansy: Why don’t you just tell Potter you like him?

Draco:

Draco: Harry, how many points would you rate me?

Harry:Zero

Draco *gasps*: What? How c-

Harry: I’m just teasing you, you’re a ten to me

Draco:Aw

Draco: I’m actually a 13 but I’ll take 10

Harry:…

Draco: Listen, I don’t get on my knees for any guy, okay?

Pansy: What about Harry?

Draco:…

Draco: I get on my knees for one guy

Draco when Harry rejects his handshake in their First Year:

James: Harry, you got in detention again?

Harry: Sorry, dad, Malfoy and I kept getting into fights. Especially after today’s Quidditch match, I couldn’t help it

James: Oh, it’s okay, Harry, a little rivalry is good for you, really helps with your energy. Sometimes you’ll just find yourself bickering with the so-called enemy, and the next thing you know, you’re making out with your best friend’s younger brother in the Slytherin changing room after Quidditch

Harry: …are you talking about you and dad?

James: What? No

Harry:…

James: A little, yeah, totally

Pansy: Look at Harry training hard for Quidditch

Draco: I think something just shifted in me

Pansy: Yeah, homosexuality

Draco: I have a bone to pick with you, Potter

Harry: Which one?

Ron, shoving popcorn in his mouth: The one in your trousers probably

Harry & Draco:…

Drarry Headcanons - Speeches

- Every year, Hogwarts hosts a Speech Competition which is open to all students wishing to gain extra credit. A speech can be on any topic, as long as it fits the school’s curriculum, and it must be 3-5 minutes long.

- Each time the challenge comes around, Harry tells himself he’s going to enter- he has a whole speech planned out and everything! But he never does. He knows there’s no point because he’d never place.

- Hermione performs, of course, and her speeches are always flawlessly constructed and written with a great sense of intelligence… but there’s someone who constantly beats her.

- Draco Malfoy waltzes onto the stage, presents his speech with perfected ease and claims first prize. Every. Single. Year.

- Harry tries to criticise Draco’s work when Hermione’s dishevelled and upset about being beaten, yet again, but he just can’t. The way Draco speaks draws the audience in immediately, to a point where one can’t physically stop listening. His voice is like a soft symphony and his content’s intriguing beyond compare.

- Unsurprisingly, Draco is disgusting cocky about all this and flaunts his winning certificate in the face of anyone who walks by him. Harry happens to be one of those unlucky people, one day.

- “Hey Potter! Look what I won,” he shoves the golden, gleaming paper directly in Harry’s line of sight, “aren’t you just so jealous? Granger must be… pity she’s just not quite good enough.”

- “Yeah, yeah, great job, Malfoy,” Harry grunts, pushing past him roughly, “if you weren’t such a prat I might consider actually caring.”

- Harry never stops mocking Draco about his strange affinity for public speaking. Some years later, when they’re gathered in a beautiful hall at their wedding reception, Draco whispers a quiet “I love you,” into his husband’s ear.

- “Why don’t you make a speech about it, then?”