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When Pigs Fly	By : drkdsire Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 2201 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-When Pigs Fly
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“He’s doing it again, Draco,” Pansy Parkinson whispered as she elbowed the blond-haired Slytherin in the side. Draco Malfoy’s eyes immediately snapped up and locked onto a pair of emerald located across the Great Hall, causing the owner to turn an almost adorable shade of pink, and look away quickly. “I’m telling you, he’s planning something. This is the second week straight he’s been staring at you.”
Draco snorted. “You think I’m afraid of Potter, Pansy?” He spat the name with contempt. “He can try his worse for all I care.”
“But I don’t think he wants to hurt you. The looks he gives you are more of a… Hufflepuff with a crush.”
The fork that had been halfway to Draco’s mouth froze and a bit of steak and kidney pie dribbled onto the table. “I’m sorry, did you just say…” A short, slightly nervous laugh sounded. “Don’t be stupid. The bloody Boy-Who-Lived would rather die than…” Draco cleared his throat. “Why would I want Potter?”
“I never said you did,” Pansy responded, a suspicious edge to her voice.
Setting his fork down, Draco ran a nervous hand through his hair. Instead of laying flat under a jar of gel, it now fell in messy waves above his shoulders. He glanced at Potter again, that same shade of pink still on his features, and sighed. “Look, it doesn’t matter…Potter doesn’t-” He cut off abruptly. “Don’t be stupid.” Draco repeated.
Pansy was quiet for a moment. “Well, it’s not as if Potter was the worst you could do,” she said, watching Draco carefully.
Draco choked into his pumpkin juice. “What! He’s, I mean, Potter’s not, I don’t-”. He stopped. “You think so?”
Pansy gave a sort of apologetic smile. “I’ll always support you, Draco, you know that.” She grinned. “Well, unless you decide that Potter is nowhere near as hot as Blaise. Then, seventeen years worth of friendship, or not, I will have to kill you.”
Laughing, Draco replied, “After seeing the hex you put on that sixth year for wearing the same skirt as you, I know not to mess with your property.” They were still laughing when the bell rang. He reached down and grabbed his bag, following the rest of the Slytherins to Herbology. “Still, Pansy, I can’t help but think that you’re misreading Potter. The day Harry bloody Potter and I get caught shagging in some dark corner is the day pigs fly.”

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“Harry! Harry!” Hermione Granger sighed in exasperation as she called one of her best friends for the fifth time. “Ron, a little help please?”
Ron gave a lopsided grin as he observed his glazed-eyed friend. “Is that Malfoy by the lake?” He asked, looking out the small window.
Harry immediately snapped out of his trance and looked around furiously. “Where?”
Hermione rolled her eyes. “Thanks, Ron. Harry,” she turned her attention to a severely disappointed Boy-Who-Lived, “You need to concentrate.”
After coming out of a particularly vivid fantasy of Draco Malfoy denouncing his father and the Dark Side, declaring his undying devotion for Harry, then proceeding to snog him senseless, Harry shook his head. “Sorry, ‘Mione,” he said sheepishly.

“Honestly, Harry.” Hermione shakes her head. “You ask for my help, then continue to ignore me for the better part of an hour. Did you even hear my detailed explanation of-”
Ron’s stomach growled loudly, cutting off the rest of Hermione’s sentence. “When are we heading down to dinner? I’m starved!”
“Just eat one of the pastries on that little table.” Hermione sighed, pointing to a table one third the size of a small bed. Ron gave a happy gurgle, and promptly stuffed three of the treats into his mouth. “Harry, are you concentrating?” At Harry’s nod, she raised her wand, motioning for him to do the same. “Remember, Harry, it’s a swish and flick. On the count of three. One, two, THREE!”

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“What’s up with Draco?” Blaise Zabini asked as they, along with Pansy, sat by the lake the following Saturday. They observed a couple of first years squealing in delight as they threw toast into the lake and watched as giant tentacles disturbed the smooth black surface to draw the food under.
“Vacant look…dreamy smile…I think he’s got Potteritis,” Pansy giggled. “And the only cure is to-”
“Say it and lose a tongue,” Draco threatened, ruining the effect by smiling.
Blaise blinked as a slow smile graced his handsome features “‘Potteritis’? You mean-”
“Yep!” Pansy was near hysterics by now. “Draco’s in looooove with the Golden Boy!”
“Pansy!”
“Draco loves Harry, Draco loves Harry!”
“That’s it!” Draco yelled as he pounced. They rolled in the grass, each of them giggling too much to do more than use the other for leverage.
“D-Draco?” A voice cut into the laughter.
“That’s my-” Draco’s words caught in his throat as he turned to look at none other than Harry bloody Potter.
“Could I talk to you,” Potter glanced at Pansy (her face red from trying not to giggle) and Blaise (his face lit up in a smile), then continued, “um, in private?”
Draco could only nod as he slowly got to his feet and brushed away stray pieces of grass. He took one last glance at his fellow Slytherins, then followed Potter away from the lake and the squealing first years.
After five minutes of silence, Draco finally found his voice and asked “Where are you taking me, Potter?” He winced when his voice came out with more malice than intended. Potter, on the other hand didn’t even notice. He smiled, and Draco felt his heart skip a beat.
“It’s a surprise. We’re almost there, anyway.” They descended the cobblestone stairs leading to a little hut that Draco recognized as belonging to the half-breed that taught Care of Magical Creatures.
“You’re showing me this hut?” Draco asked in disbelief.
Harry laughed, and Draco had to remember to breathe. “No, it’s…this.”
Draco had to blink a few times before he realized what it was he was seeing exactly. A fat, pink pig sat munching contently on a pile of discarded apples. What was abnormal about it, though, were the two flimsy brown wings, crooked, and one a great deal larger than the other, that protruded from its back.
“Wingardium Leviosa!” The pig slowly and obliquely rose into the air, its startled squeals and frantic kicking twisting its body; as a result, the wings begin to flap up and down, giving the appearance that it was, well, flying.
Draco turned wide eyes to Harry, whose face was tinged with pink, but determined. “I know that it’s not actually flying, but I couldn’t do that spell…the wings are cut out from a spare bit of parchment and…well, I figured this was the next best thing.”
“How-how did you hear what I said?” Draco’s voice sounded strange in his ears.
“Well, I, um, overheard you in the Great Hall. When you were leaving lunch. You-you told Pansy that, well,” here the pink deepened to a light red, “you would…if pigs flew.” Harry wiped his palms on the front of his jeans. “Well?” He finished with an half embarrassed, half expectant sort of grin.
Draco watched as the pig, now safely on the ground, but looking highly affronted, cautiously approached the pile of apples and continued to munch happily. “You did all of this for me?”
“I-I like you, Draco. I don’t know why I do, but every time I see you, my stomach drops to my knees, and I want to see you smile and I want to make you laugh and I want to be the one rolling around on the grass with you making you laugh and…” Harry took a deep breath and ran his hand through his hair. “I’m making a right mess of things, aren’t I? I guess what I’m trying to say is…Would you go to Hogsmeade with me next weekend?”
“You’re asking me out on a date?” Draco’s mind was furiously trying to keep up with the conversation.
“Yeah,” When Draco didn’t say anything, Harry rushed on, “I mean, I can ask Ron and Hermione to come, and you can bring Pansy and Blaise, if you want-”
“Yes.”
“-and we can all go to the Three Broomsticks for a few butterbeers-”
“Harry.” Hearing his given name stopped Harry mid-word. “Yes, I will go with you. Just you.”
“Okay, then,” Harry responded, a huge grin on his face. They stared at each other happily for a few moments before Draco realized something.
“Harry, do you remember exactly what I said in the Great Hall?” Draco asked with a wicked grin.
“Yep,” Harry was still reeling from Draco’s answer. “You said ‘The day Harry bloody Potter and I get caught’ -oh.” The redness of his face didn’t deter the answering wicked grin from crossing his face. He met Draco’s eyes, then grabbed his hand and, laughing, they both took off for the castle.
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