❝I THOUGHT YOU SAID NOT to be late?❞ Harry Potter says, a smug but somehow playful look across his face as he watches the blonde before him take her books out of her bag and set them almost angrily on to the table. They were meant to both be at the library at seven, Davina had shown up at a quarter past. 

The girl looks at him wearily, a mixture of emotions still raging through her from the days events. "I recall telling you not to be late, Harris." She says, sitting down in the chair across from him. In her defense, she was only a few minuets late, and it was only because she had to get the puffiness of her eyes to go down so that he wouldn't ask her why she had been crying she had had to skip dinner because of it (something she was reminded of as her stomach let out a noisy growl of hunger) simply because for some reason, in a world where there were spells for everything, there didn't seem to be one for puffiness of ones face that wasn't caused by a medical condition. "And besides, I'd rather be fashionably late than overly early." Something told her that he had been there for quite a while before seven. 

Harry rolls his eyes, again, not bothering to remind her that his name was in fact not, Harris or any of the others that she had been calling him. He could tell by the way she seemed to be tense that she had had just as long a day as he had, hearing Mrs. Weasley yell at her only daughter over starting petty drama was not something he ever thought he would have to hear, nor did he think it would go on for as long as it did. In fact, he was almost certain that the plump, red headed woman was still at it. 

Davina settled in, opening the book for the subject in which she had an essay due soon. "Let's start where you left off, Harris." She says, glancing up at him as she unrolled the scroll of parchment she had begun her essay on the day previous. 

And so the pair sat like that for a while, each doing their own work, occasionally the green eyed boy would ask a quiet question, and Davina would answer just as quietly, until Harry had finished a couple of assignments that he thought needed her approval. 

Putting down his quill, he looks at her and clears his throat. "Um, could you maybe look these over for me? Slughorn expects alot out of me and i want to be sure that it's passing worthy at the least..and transfiguration seems harder than i remember." 

Davina looks at him, almost tempted to tell him no, that she wasn't a homework revisionist, merely a tutor, but then she figured that word would get back to McGonagall and she knew she would tell her to do whatever necessary in her tutoring details. "I suppose.." She says, setting her nearly finished paper to the side as she reached across the table for his papers. 

It was silent for only a moment though as Harry decided to do something he wasn't sure she would be okay with, he got personal. "So, you and Malfoy?" He asks, he almost couldn't believe it when Ginny had told him that they used to date, but he was curious now. 

Davina glances up at him, before rolling her eyes and going back to the transfiguration paper. "What about us?" She asks, taking her quill and marking things that needed changed. 

"Well, i just, how did you guys even happen? I mean..he's so cold and you seem so, nice.." Harry says, not really thinking, he looked at her, taking her in. She was beautiful, he thought, absolutely godly. Not to the point of being a veela, but she was so beautiful he felt as if he were in a trance everytime he looked at her for more than a few moments. 

She shakes her head, he may have seemed cold, but Draco was probably the softest, warmest person she'd ever met, he just didn't like to show it to the world. Harry didn't need to know that though. "Not that it's particularly any of your business," She begins, glancing at him once more as she moves on to the next paper. "but we were arranged to be married by our parents." 

Harry's eyes went wide. He had heard of that happening in the pureblood families, but he never once had imagined that it still happened in their day in age, nor could he imagine someone every being happy about marrying a Malfoy. He stayed quiet for a while, well after he was given back his papers with the correction markings on them (he would ask hermione to explain them more to him, he didn't want to seem too dumb in front of Davina as missing school for a year had severely set him behind) and well into the late evening. 

As the last few straggling students began to pack their things away, Davina included, he spoke once more, and it was perhaps a stupid question to ask, but it blurted out before he could stop himself. "Did you love him?" He asks, looking at her with his head cocked to the side, curious to know how someone could love someone as cold as Draco Malfoy. 

Davina hesitated in her movements, nobody had ever come out and directly asked her that question before..nobody but Draco himself. She blinks her surprise away, shoving her ink bottles on top of the books she had just put in there. She was in a hurry now, wanting to get away from him and his questions that brought back memories and feelings she tried so desperately to forget, despite the events of only a few hours previous. "Don't meddle where you ought not to." She says, in no way answering his question, although mentally all she could do was scream yes repeatedly. She loved him then, she loved him still, and even though they were no longer together, Davina was most certain that she would love him forever. "Same time tomorrow, Hardy." She adds, leaving with a flip of her hair and a swish of her school skirt, bag over her shoulder. 

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howdy ho folks ! sorry this is so short, think of it as sort of a filler to what comes next, which is def more davina and harry action, i swear!! also, you'll notice that i've updated the faceclaims for davinas parents in the cast list ! 

love, 

kara