The Usual

Every morning at Hogwarts was the same. Harry Potter and his group would sit down, side by side, their backs turned towards the Slytherin table. They'd talk amongst themselves, until the great hall doors would swing open and in would stroll Draco Malfoy. Fashionably late. The male acting as if he owned the place, as if all eyes were on him, which they normally were, simply because he was making a show of it. It was most likely why he made sure to arrive so delayed. He'd make his way down the aisle, brush past the Weasley and "accidentally" hit Potter, his face usually buried in a cup of pumpkin juice which would then cover his lap. Draco would then take his seat at the Slytherin table, his back turned to Potter as he swipes his cloak out from under him, taking his place between Parkinson and Crabbe.

And today was no different. Harry and the others taking their seats, making their plates of Bacon, eggs, sausage and of course toast. Harry giving a smile and a quick good morning to Ginny who would gingerly hand him his pumpkin juice. Harry taking it with a nod of appreciation, and his super star smile which would have Ginny turning away in a fluster. Harry turned, taking a bit of his toast and going to help it down with his juice, just as the great halls doors swung open. Draco Malfoy had arrived. The blonde strolled in, a bit slower pace then usual, his still just as late as ever. This time taking care to miss Weasley and stop in front of Harry as he threw back the rest of his pumpkin juice.

Suddenly the great hall fell silent as everyone turned to watch.

Draco watched Harry intently until finally turning his gaze to glare at the Wealsey who seemed to focused on stuffing his face to notice. That is until Hermione rolled her eyes and slid over, pushing a confused Ginny and Neville further down the bench, causing a chain reaction of confused Gryffindors to scoot down. Harry never seemed to notice him, or if he did paid him no mind, not even as he happily took the empty spot next to Harry and swiped a piece of Bacon from his plate, causing Ron to choke on his food and turn sharply to stare at him with wide eyes.

Draco smirked at him as he crunched into the bacon, the noise seeming to echo through out the still silent great hall until Harry finally passed him a cup of pumpkin juice, never even pausing in his own face stuffing to look at Draco. Draco took the cup with a smile and chugged it, a black figure catching in the corner of his eye...Everyone watched as Snape shot up, his face red and his brows furrowed as his chair made a loud screech as it was shoved backwards. His hands slammed down onto the table before him as he made to spin around, a hand caught his sleeve, looking to find Dumbledore shaking his head in disapproval."Let them be, their not harming anyone." Dumbledore watched Snape over his half-moon glasses.

"But their breaking-" Snape started.

"I do not recall making a rule stating one house cannot sit with another."

Snape growled as he glowered out towards the Gryffindor table but begrudgingly sat back down.

"Hey, H-Harry..." Harry looked up to see Ron staring at him then towards Draco ."W-why is h-he...why is M-Malfoy...""Oh, will you get out with it, Weasley?" Draco scoffed as he rolled his eyes. Ron furrowed his brows and glared as he directed his attention towards Draco. "What are you doin' at our table?"

Draco smirked. "Sitting with my lover of course." He grinned and pulled wrapped an arm around Harry's neck, Harry continuing to ignore him and simply grabbed a piece of toast from Ron's plate, stuffing it into his mouth.

It's just a random fluff piece, I figured I needed to take a break from the dramatic heart wrenching serious stuff and actually indulge in the side of fluffiness. Why is Harry ignore him? Maybe he just doesn't care? Or maybe he's so embarrassed he's stuffing his face and avoiding looking at the other to prevent himself from being flustered? Why does Hermione know? I don't know, let your mind wonder. Let your fantasies decide their own answers.