Whoops?

When Draco wakes up he realizes he is extremely warm, which is just lovely other than the fact in bed beside him is Potter Potter who to be fair is likely the entire reason for his warmth seeing as he is throwing heat like a furnace. He makes his move to get out but Madam Pomfrey approaches him and forces him to lay back down.

“Mr. Malfoy, are you aware of what has just happened?”

“No?” He says feeling awkward being pressed into Potter with whatever charm Madam Pomfrey is using.

“I’ll tell you when Potter wakes, until then just lay there,” She nods before adding, “Do not leave his side,”

Draco lays there while the curse is lifted and thinks about all that he just saw in Potters memories. Nobody else knows about his lycanthropy, maybe the rest of the golden trio but that was private. It wasn’t in the Daily Prophet or anything else.

Potter’s brows furrow beside him, making him freeze completely. Is Potter watching his memories? He forces himself to ignore the naked feeling of Potter seeing anything similar to what he saw and distract himself with thee odd sensation in his chest. Its warm and chaotic,

The best way to describe it would be like studying by a fire the day before your owls. . It doesn’t hurt but its warm and complete chaos. Potter starts to stir beside him.

When he open his eyes and turns towards Draco there's pure horror in his eyes but he doesn’t say anything. Instead, he pulls Draco into his arms.

Draco ignores the exposed feeling again to focus on the warmth in his chest. It became more noticeable.

“I saw stuff from you,” Draco whispers.

Now Potter darts back before wincing and getting closer again.

“How much?” Potter asks shakily.

Draco lets his eye drift down to his thigh where he was bitten, and horror flits across Potters face. Suddenly and silently Potter accios his wand across the room and holds him at wand point, despite the awkward angle of still being pressed close to eachother.

“Don’t you dare mention a single thing about it.” It surprised Draco to see such a violent emotion on Potters face but when he continued it felt much more in character, “If anyone learns about this that little girl will face terrible things.”

“Does the rest of the Golden Trio know?”

“No” Harry whispers, dropping his wand.

“What are you doing when-”

Madam Pomfrey enters the room interrupting their conversation.

“Oh good you’re awake,” Madam Pomfrey says, doing a quick diagnostic over the both of them.

Potter and Draco exchange a glance.

“When your potion exploded a bond of sorts was created, you both should feel a little bit of an odd sensation in your chest but don’t worry it’s not dangerous,” Potter and Draco both sigh in relief, “Unless you guys are apart,”

“Excuse me?” Draco asks.

“Thats what made you guys pass out in the first place, the pain will become completely unbearable with in moments of separating we don’t have a lot of documentation on it but its possible the contact bond will lessen with time, eventually you may only need a single point of contact but for the time being I’ve spoken with Headmistress Mcgonagal and she is currently preparing your new dorm. Can we test how far apart you two can be right now to figure out the best way to get you over there?”

“This is as far as we can get,” Potter says.

Madam Pomfrey sighs, “I suppose we can levicorpus you,”

Draco made a face.

“I could carry him if he was really that against it,” Potter said, mostly kidding.

Draco decided to call his bluff, “That be better,”

It wasn’t that Draco doubted he could do it, Potter has a firm layer of muscle from quidditch and probably his furry little problem, its that he doubted he would do it. He should’ve known better.

Potter dove under the covers and hoisted Draco by his thighs onto his back. The pain was still present but it was dull so Potter had the bright idea to ditch his shirt. Draco hurriedly averted his eyes but it did lessen the pain on the bond. Draco reluctantly followed his lead and removed his shirt as well. He could feel his face being bright red but he had to stand his ground at this point.

***

Harry knew Malfoy knew he didn’t think he would do it, which is exactly why he did it, but now he’s regretting it. As he walks up the stairs shirtless with a similarly clothed Mallfoy clinging to his back he gets a few funny looks. A couple of girls eyed him appreciatively which made him a little uncomfortable. Ginny wolf whistled from under Luna, making Luna laugh her airy laugh. He trudged upstairs knowing hes bright red.

When they finally made our way to the new dorm Harry set Malfoy down as close to him as possible with their legs and arms touching as much as possible. The bond was extremely tense making it feel as if someone was sitting on Harry's chest but the other option was putting Malfoy on his lap and he was sure that malfoy would appreciate that marginally less. Harry immediately noticed Malfoys sectumsempra scars.

“I’m sorry,” Harry says staring at them with sadness in his eyes.

They were almost pretty in a weird way, and Harry hated himself for thinking that, but the thin white scars laced his chest.

Malfoy looks confused for a moment before looking down at his chest and remembering he’s shirtless.

“It’s okay I got over it a while ago,” Malfoy said running one of his own fingers across a scar with a small frown.

“I didn’t know what it would do,” Harry said speaking quickly, “It just said for enemies and at the moment you were an enemy, but-”

“Potter,” Draco interrupts, “I was about to cruico you,”

“And I almost killed you.”

Harry looked into his eyes.

“Well you didn’t.”

Headmistress Mcgongal walks out of the bathroom making them both flush thinking she had heard the conversation. However she seemed entirely unconcerned, making them sigh in relief.

“Alright, I just convinced the castle to run plumbing to your room, and its getting late so I’ll leave you two to get ready for bed, you’ll have Beeny here to get you food so you don’t need to go down to the great hall.”

At her name Beeny appeared, Harry smiled and Malfoy nodded.

Harry couldn’t help but think about how much Hermionie will hate that.

“What about our stuff,” Harry said, he really did not want to have to sleep in his jeans and he doubted Malfoys slacks were any more comfortable.

“It's been placed in the wardrobe.” Mcgonagal said, flicking wardrop open with her wand showing both of their stuff organized neatly in the closet, “Good night boys, you are excused from lessons until further notice.”

Harry gave a little wave and Malfoy nodded respectfully.

Harry took a moment to look around the room. The room had dark wooden walls with slytherin green accents but it had big windows and a warm comfortable ambience that was very Gryffindor. As he looks around he notices Malfoys face go from neutral to sudden annoyance.

“How are we going to shower?” Malfoy asks, looking at Harry.

“With much difficulty.” Harry says feigning nonchalance, he had showered with other guys plenty of times in quidditch but he hadn’t since he was bitten and for some reason it feels different with Malfoy.

Harry discards his pants without warning, feeling only a little self conscious of his scar from the bite.

“Potter, what on earth are you doing,” Malfoy squeaks.

“It’s better to just get it over with, is it not,” Harry said.

Malfoy looks torn for a few minutes before sighing and removing his as well. The bond seemed much happier with all that skin to skin contact and Harry links arm with Malfoy to keep as much contact as possible as they walk to the bathroom.

When they finally get to the bathroom there's a large bath and shower with 2 storage blocks in the wall. One of them was obviously Harrys. His was just 2-in-1 shampoo and conditioner and bodywash, however on the other storage section there was what must have been twenty products.

“What do you even do with all of that?” Harry says in wonder.

“Use them.” Draco ditches his boxers and Harry follows his lead.

The quickly and silently find the best way to do this whole thing is for Harry to go first quickly washing his hair and then body and then sitting on the edge of the tub with his legs wrapped around Malfoys while he does all of his hair products.

Harry, whose shower had taken six minutes, sat on the cold edge of the tub for 30 minutes. With all that time on his hands his eyes admittedly started to wander. But Malfoy didn’t seem to notice, still he tried his best to stare at the ground.

When Malfoy finally finished they both dry off and do their best to use the restroom, before changing into their pyjamas.

Harry threw on his long plaid dad pants and Malfoy, unironically, put on a slytherin green set of silk pyjamas. They both get into bed and stare silently at the ceiling.

“This is weird isn’t it?” Harry asks trying to lighten the mood.

“Go to sleep Potter,” Malfoy says, not unkindly.