harry ehe bedroom as quietly as he ould, and thely at hearing the sh. he shook his head…that was, what…drao’s third shower today? yes, he would never uand how that slytherin’s mind worked.
&houghts of that slytherin were reped by different thoughts. oh bloody hell…potioely fotten to do the essay. damn it. harry groaly imagiiohis. but theopped short i.
sittihe over of his potions book…was an essay. his essay…or at least that was his writi written the essay, of that he was sure. harry looked towards the bathroom door with sh on his fae. no way…but there was iht have dohe essay for him, but then it would be in her handwritio reopy it…a know where his room was to deliver it. ron did know where his room was, but her of them would get past medusa (espeially if harry—assword—had trouble doing so). so the o was… drao. and one would have to use some type of fery spell to write in his .
harry began skimming the lihe essay as the shower tur was really good. a bit better ahan he would normally be but s really see a fw a would key someohinking that harry himself hadhe work.
drao ame out of the bathroom dressed in his favorite pair of pajamas (bk silk) to be immediately hit with the full fore of harry’s best smile. he blily and stopped his mind from going dowh of “he looks really ute when he smiles”. iion, evehe essay in harry’s hands he asked:
“what are y about?”
“thank you, drao,” was all harry said as he begahe books off his bed.
“i don’t know what y about,” drao replied as he limbed in his own bed.
harry shook his head, though he knew drao would ouldhought that passed through his head: ‘typial drao. even whehio be aloof about it.’
whehe day, harry would pohought ahat meant. he would eventually arrive at the onlusion that he hed one drao malfoy. got ae he ed him. he’d beome used to being around drao…what a sary thought.
chapter 17: lighting the fuse
i followed, as te november beame early deember, harry fouhing drao more losely. he was…intrigued by drao, that was it. he wasn’t developiher than i…or so he told himself. he wao figure out just how the blonde’s mind worked. oe drao would be as horrible as he normally was, aurn around and atually be ivil reeable. aher of those two things (ivil reeable) harry was fored to admit to himself that he ehe blonde’s ompany immensely.
&ook up drao-wathing. it therefore beame…almost u he ohree sses otiial creatures, and transfiguration. although it did give him a wide base of subjets really: one of his better, one of drao’s wial creatures; one of drao’s best, his worst—potions; and a ss that een—transfiguration. as suh, he’d been mildly aly surprised artiurly nasty assig fruration ss, he’d begun ranting about it, n that drao was in the room, drao had joined him. about fifteeer he realized that those were probably the most eeen minutes he’d shared with drao for the e of time that he’d known him.
of ourse, his two best friera, even though oried his best to ig.
“hermioelling you, nothing is goiween harry and malfoy,” ron muttered from his hair iherwise empty gryffindor on room. “you’re just imagining things.”
“ron, y to see the fats. harry wo eating uhed malfoy sit dowher side of the great hall; that’s not normal harry-hates-malfoy behaviht them kissing one, you shouldhis blind.”
“why not?” it did, after all, sit perfetly well with rohis blind.
“ron, just think for a moment. harry is our best friend. what if he’s fallih malfoy (ron wined) and malfoy does? harry ould be seriously emotionally sarred if somethi happen.”
“hermione, are you sure you’re ing?” ron asked, rememberied about the house elves ahe same trend in her behavior now.
“you see how harry ats too; you tell me if i’m .”
“y.”
hermione sighed. “fihen. you just find out the password to harry and malfoy’s room and i’ll do the rest.”
“what?”
“i’m serious.”
“you’re razy.”
“ron—”
“fine, fine. i’ll get harry to tell me so we ahere to study or something.”
“good.”
ron shook his head as he wathed hermione the stairs to the girl’s dormitory. “i tried to make her stay out of it…” he said weakly. “no one an say i didn’t try.”
drao was his moment in time. pleased at all. and every fibre of his being was direted at making this knowanding in his rooms away from him.
“and just what do you think y in my rooms?” drao hissed.
hermioher impressed. no routed yet. “is harry here?”
“.”
“good theed as if she hadhe ot