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Fighting Over You (1)

Third year in Hogwarts University of Witchcraft and Wizardry (characters involved are 18+).

The dining hall had been renovated after last year's chaos. It looked more modern now, but still had its archaic touches. The walls were the same colour but the cold stone had been swapped for well-insulated brickwork. The hundreds of floating candles had been exchanged for chandeliers; polished brass with electric lights. The windows were stained glass with a house crest in each one. The doors were smaller, now, with automatic locking systems.
The tables and benches were new, too. But not much different from the old ones. The wood smelled fresh and was polished.

There was a red carpet in the centre of the hall that ran from the doors to the lectern. Dumbledore was standing behind its golden owl with Professor McGonagall as they welcomed the first years and sorted them into their houses.

I wasn't listening. Harry was sitting across from me, trying to get my attention. "What?" I asked.

"Nothing," he'd say, and then smile to himself and avert his gaze.

"He's been like that all summer," Hermione said to me.

"To you, too?"

"Goodness, no! He mentions you and then stops talking, just grinning to himself. It's weird."

A fool could see what was happening. But I wanted to prioritise my studies to pass my NEWTs. Fooling around would have to wait until the weekends.

~

I sat on the red sofa in the Gryffindor Common Room. Harry was strewn across it, his head in my lap, blushing as I tangled my fingers in his dark hair. "How did you know that--" He stopped talking, too shy to finish his sentence.

"Harry, it's obvious."

He covered his face with his hands. "Ever since you saved my life, I... it's been different."

I smiled. "Yeah I get it. Why do you think I saved you, anyway?"

"Because it was the right thing to do?" Hermione asked from the armchair as she turned over a page in her book.

"True, but there are other reasons." I drew a line down Harry's chest with my finger.

"She saved Malfoy too," Ron said. Lightly, Hermione smacked his arm.

"Yeah, why did you save Malfoy?" Harry asked.

I shrugged. I'd had a crush on him for a while. We were friends with our classmates from other houses, but needless to say, things easily became competitive between Malfoy and Potter, as the prefects of their houses.
If word got out that I had my eye on both the Boy Who Lived and the Silver Slytherin, it would be a form of endless gossip and entertainment for everyone. It wasn't what I needed when I was trying to revise or listen to a professor in a lesson.

Unfortunately, things did not stay a secret for long in Hogwarts Uni.

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I walked down the corridor to my first lesson of the second week of term, early. I looked up at the new CCTV cameras and the smoke detectors and the rounded black speakers. It had become a lot more... Muggle. But at least we were prioritising safety!

I looked down to notice Draco, whose bag hung over his shoulder. He leaned against the wall (trying to look cool). "Hello, ___."

That look in his eyes. That purr in his voice. He knows.

I cocked my hip. "Hello, Malfoy."

He hadn't expected me to reply with such confidence. I sauntered forward. "What's wrong, I thought you were happy to see me?" I placed my hands against his chest.