Inspired by something _the_drarry_life_  posted about (Not a chapter but a side note, but their chapters are amazing <3)
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Please pardon my French in this chapter, I'm not a fluent speaker, if you have the desire to correct me, please do so kindly! I don't mean to offend, I'm just really uncultured, hah— also please only correct if you're a fluent/educated speaker just so I don't accidentally dig myself a deeper grave, oh geez—Thanks!!
Let's see how this goes—
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Draco rapped his pencil on his desk in complete and udder boredom. Snape could turn anything into the most agonizing lesson in the world. He could probably take the most interesting thing in the world and make it monotonous-
Okay, well, that wasn't true, nothing could make Harry monotonous.

It was the only redeeming quality about their class, that fact that he sat behind Harry and was able to admire the boy subtly. Subtly, of course, to Harry, but not, of course, to Pansy.

"Stop looking at Potter like that," Pansy scolded, "Someone will think you're sick."

"Sick? Why?" Draco glared slightly, directed at Pansy but still he was unable to take his gaze away from Harry, currently memorizing the way his hair curved against his head, "His hair is perfect, you know."

"Because you're smiling and think that Harry Potter's hair is p e r f e c t— I mean, really, Draco have you seen it? It looks like a black mop-"

"I wish I had hair like that." Draco sighed dreamily as Snape finished up his lesson and the class began to pack up.

"Are you even listening to me?" Pansy scoffed, "You would kill a man if you woke up with hair like that!"

"His eyes are extraordinary too." Draco cooed.

"You can't even see his fucking eyes!" Pansy shrieked, stamping he foot down, "accidentally" atop Draco's.

Draco shrieked in pain, "Merde!" He cursed loudly as he grabbed his foot and began bouncing in a circle with whimpers.

He got a few concerned looks.

Draco scowled and flipped Pansy off, "Va te faire foutre!"

Pansy growled and glared at Draco, "I've actually got a girlfriend for that, asshole!"

"Pansy!" Hermione turned bright red at her lover's words.

"Sorry, I forgot you spoke-"

"Every single language there is to be spoken? Yes." Hermione lifted her chin proudly, "But you're not wrong." She glanced up innocently.

Pansy's face turned bright red and Draco rolled his eyes, "Get a room."

"You can understand French?" Ron's eyes widened at the brunette.

Hermione nodded with a grin, "I can speak a bit too- but I can never pronounce things quite right-"

"Hold her to that." Ron looked sternly at Pansy, "It's Karma, I tell you, Mrs. Leviosaaaa." He stuck out his tongue at Hermione who flicked his nose.

"Oh, you have a bit of a mark on your nose, did you know that?" Hermione mocked.

"Ah," Ron waved his hand dismissively with a sniff of amusement.

Hermione grinned to show all was meant in good fun before she took Pansy's hand, "We'd better get going to class, come on."

Pansy nodded in agreement.

"Mate?" Ron turned to Harry who was still looking at a now reddening Malfoy with wide eyes, "Harry?"

"You can speak French?" Harry gaped.

"I- well, yes, it's in my blood after all- Of course, I had to learn it." Draco straightened his green and silver tie.

"What else can you say?" Harry blinked in amazement.

"Quite anything, really." Malfoy frowned, "It's not all that impressive."

"Sure, when you're in France." Ron snorted.

"I'd appreciate it if you three would leave my class." Snape hissed from the front of it.

"Right, of course." Ron chirped before grabbing Harry's arm, "Let's go."

"We can walk and talk." Harry offered.

Malfoy nodded, containing the squealing noises that his mind made at the fact that Harry wanted to talk to him- not that they didn't usually talk, it was just usually in a group setting versus Harry just wanting to talk to him.

Ron let go of Harry once they left the class, waving as he had to go right and the other two had to go left, giving a small wave before continuing on to Potions.

"What did you say earlier, in the classroom?" Harry questioned.

"Well, I-" Malfoy thought for a moment, "The English equivalent to shit and then go fuck yourself." He grinned proudly.

Harry stopped to recall Pansy's response and then turned red before bursting into laughter.

Draco smirked slightly at this before laughing himself. God, this boy's smile was contagious.

"What else can you say?" Harry chuckled as his laughter died down.

"What do you want me to say?" Draco leaned against the nearest stone wall.

"Anything." Harry leaned beside him.

Draco hummed, "Vous avez un magnifique sourire, Harry."

"I heard my name!" Harry exclaimed like an excited child, "What did you say?"

Draco's face heated up, "Oh, just something about your smile."

"You said magnifique— is that something like magnificent?" Harry felt blush collect at his cheeks.

"Um- yes- something of the sort." Draco mumbled.

"Well, your smile is magnifique too." Harry grinned.

Draco chuckled, "Merci."

"I know that means thank you from how many times my Uncle's Telli would play that chocolates commercial."

Draco rolled his eyes, "Brilliant, so the most French you know is from a Muggle device."

Harry shrugged, "What can I tell you?"

Draco felt his heart pound in his chest, "Dites-moi que vous m'aimez.."

"Pardon?" Harry frowned.

"Nothing, we need to get to class."

Harry murmured something that sounded like a collection of hissed and whispers and Draco froze.

"Did you just say something in Parseltongue

Harry grinned, "I suppose I did."

"What did you say?"

"You tell me first." Harry winked stubbornly.

"Not happening." Draco turned back towards the direction of their class.

Harry grabbed Draco's wrist gently, not forcing him to stay put but notifying him to slow down. He then murmured something else in parseltongue which caused Draco to spin on his heel, "What did you just say?"

"You'll never know." Harry grinned, "That is, unless you tell me what you said in French."

"Why don't you learn it?"

"Why don't you learn Parseltongue?"

"Harry that's innate. It can't be taught." Draco glared back at Harry.

"I don't know," Harry took Draco's hand, "I think it could work."

Draco stiffened but didn't take his hand away from Harry's, "You're such a prat."

"You know...I have an idea of what you might have said." Harry grinned cheekily.

Draco looked at him in confusion.

"You're..awfully loud in Snape's, you know."

Draco froze and immediately felt his hands shake, "What have you heard?"

"Nothing, Nothing." Harry held his hands up defensively but Draco glared, "Okay, well, maybe somethings...a lot of things."

"Harry!" Draco's voice pitched.

"It's not bad, Draco!" Harry waved his hands.

"Yes it is-!" Draco squeaked. Squeaked. He covered his face and sank down against the stone wall behind him.

"I was just trying to be- funny- I guess-" Harry murmured, "I didn't mean to embarrass-"

"Mortify."

"Mortify, you." Harry looked away sheepishly, "I just wanted to know wha you had said."

"I'd prefer if you leave right now. You can understand English well enough so I know you heard- Potter spare me my dignity and please leave."

"I suppose things were fine before we started speaking English again, eh?" Harry tried, but Draco wasn't in the mood.

The raven-haired boy began to shuffle away before pausing, "Er, just for the record, I think you have pretty eyes too- and um hair-" Harry grew flustered, "Sorry, I-"

"Dits-moi que tu m'aimes." Draco whispered.

Harry turned back towards him slightly.

"Tell me you love me." Draco's voice got even quieter, "Because you...you know, you said What can I say...it's stupid."

Harry quickly shook his head, "I- no, Draco, I don't think it's-" He paused, "Ssska Esssska..hassk.." His voice came out quiet and unsure.

"Did you just?" Draco's mouth grew dry.

"Don't know, it's an innate thing." Harry smiled shakily.

"How about we say it in the one language we both know." Draco sighed, standing up, looking at Harry, "That is, of course, if you-"

"I love you." Harry looked Draco in the eye.

Despite Draco having seen it coming, it still seemed to shock him to hear those words coming out of the other boy's mouth, "I..love you too." He broke into a gentle smile that grew a bit with confidence, "I love you too."

Harry returned the smile and they stood there for a few moment like this until Draco looked away bashfully, though he wouldn't admit this is why he broke the gaze.

"We're...definitely late to class."

"Definitely."