Indochinebea
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Malfoy moved, entering his field of view. He seemed sceptical. Harry knew why. The book he was looking for was on Harry’s table.
Malfoy turned around and their eyes met.
‘Need my book, Malfoy?’ Harry asked with a small gesture toward the book in question. It was an obscure volume that made Harry doze off in less than three minutes.
Malfoy looked at it for a second before his gaze moved to Harry’s parchment and then back to Harry again.
‘Need my help, Potter?’
He emphasised Harry’s surname with slightly less contempt than he used to. Harry frowned. It sounded like a genuine proposition. Mostly because of Malfoy’s body language. His shoulders clearly didn’t want to stay in Harry’s vicinity, his grey eyes were determined, and his thin lips betrayed his worry. Gosh, that was some aggressive offer Harry was definitely not expecting.
‘Really?’ Harry asked, taken aback.
‘Yes ... well, you don’t look very inspired, but you have the right book. I can take a look.’
‘Er. Yeah, sure. Please.’Or Harry decides to give Ron and Hermione some space, starts befriending Malfoy, and, well, I think you pretty much know how it ends...