Whoops?

Draco is once again the first to wake up, and he is once again met with a disconcerting amount of warmth despite the fact that sometime in the night Potter had thrown the blanket to the floor and wrapped himself around Draco. The bond had a warm comfortable feeling from the proximity but Draco still wasn’t particularly keen on having to sit there until Potter wakes up so he started moving away. He could probably make it to the bookshelf and back before the bond started acting up.

He didn’t get to test this theory though because Potter wrapped his arms around him tight enough that he actually couldn’t move. This surprisingly was not as offensive as Draco thought it ought to be. Still he needed something to do. So he managed to wiggle an arm out of Potters grasp to grab his wand.

The second he got his hand on the wand he whispered a quick, “Accio” and a book came flying towards him. He struggled to sit up enough to read and decided to try something.

He focused on his bond and pushed the thought that he didn’t want to leave into it. After a while, Potters arms relented and loosened just enough for Draco to sit up. When Draco had finished sitting up, Potter's unconscious body wrapped his arms around his waist tight enough so he couldn’t move once again.

At least he had his book now.

***
Pansy was dragging Blasie to where Headmistress Mcgonagal had told her Draco was staying. She had to know what had happened. She had seen Draco be thrown across the room by Potters potions inadequacy and had to admit she was concerned for her friend.

She takes a turn and runs straight into Weasley and Granger who were looking down at a map. When they realized who they had run into they shoved it in their robes.

“Parkinson, Zabani,” Granger greeted cordially.

“You’re going the wrong way,” Pansy says.

She assumes they’re looking for Potter and Draco too. Well probably not Draco.

Weasley scoffs, “We don’t need help from Slytherins,”

But Granger kicks him and the shins and thanks them politely.

The walk to the room is extremely awkward. Weasley and Granger whisper a lot and Pansy has to pretend like she can’t hear them. They’re talking about inter-house unity or Granger is, Weasley seems more convinced that Slytherins are all evil and is barely even whispering. Blaise raises an eyebrow and looks behind them making Granger glare more at Weasley.
When they arrive at the door it is a much welcome relief from the uncomfortable walk over. Pansy starts to knock but the blundering Gryffindors just open the door without hesitation and then storm in.

Granger seems angry, “How many times have I told you to read the bloody textbook now look what you’ve-”

She pauses and Pansy drifts inside to see a very unimpressed Malfoy staring at her from inside the hoop of Potters arms.

“Yes thank you Granger,” Draco says, delicately placing a bookmark in his book, “Do you happen to know how to remove him,”

Granger raises an eyebrow, “You don’t seem too offended,”

“I’ve given up on escape,” Draco says, wiggling for emphasis and showing Potter arms tighten.

“Draco,” Pansy interrupts.

“Oh thank Merlin.” Draco says, trying to lunge forward to hug her before being pulled back by a sleeping Potter, “Fucking Gryffindor.”

“Why is it always Potter?” Blaise shakes his head appreciatively, “Potter this, Potter that,”

“How should I know,” Draco says saltily, “Now someone remove him at once.”

Weasley shot an Aguamenti at his friend, splashing Draco while he was at it. Draco sighs and casts a drying charm on himself.

Potter sputters water out of his mouth and sits up completely straight wand drawn. When he realizes who was there he casts his own drying charm and scootches away a little bit.

Draco stretches, “I haven’t moved in hours,”

Potter goes concerningly red. The Gryfindors move over to him and start talking to him, leaving him to press his back into Dracos while they speak to their respective friends.

“While trying to get my book this morning I figured out something odd,” Draco says, “Watch,”

Draco pulls a face of intense focus that makes both Slytherins laugh before he shushes him and Potter turns around.

“What are you doing over there,” Potter asks Malfoy.

“Nothing Potter,” Draco says with false innocence.

Suddenly realization flashes across Potter's face and he focuses similarly to Draco. Both the Slytherins and the Gryffindors watch the two exchange- Something?- with confusion.

Granger coughs awkwardly in the silence.

***

Harry at first had no idea why there was a sudden surge of itchiness on the bond, but when he turned around and saw Malfoys expression he knew he was messing with the bond. Of course he still had no idea how but he was sure he could figure it out.

He focused on the now familiar cold weight of the bond in his chest and the feeling of irritation at their situation, Draco, obviously taken aback, doubles down on his focus and manages to send one word through the bond.

“Scarhead,”

Harry couldn’t help but be impressed, but also a little competitive. He knows he probably looks ridiculous, furrowing his brows, but he has to upstage Malfoy.

“Is that all you got Malfoy,” He manages to send through.

“You wish,”

Hermione coughs breaking his focus before he can respond.

“Sorry Mionie’,” Harry says sheepishly.

“What were you guys doing,” Ron asks bluntly.

“I’m not completely sure,” Harry responds, “The bond is kind of a solid thing in my chest its cold and heavy, and I guess we were just messing with it,”

Malfoy blinks, “Mines warm?”

Hermione pulls out a notebook and jots down something, “We can figure out how to break it if we know more about it, Ron and I will go to the library,”

“Blaise and I don’t mind helping out,” Parkinson says while Ron groans in annoyance.

“Fantastic, Harry, Malfoy, have you guys tried being farther apart since you were hit,”

The two shake their head before reluctantly inching away, they seem surprised when they arent met with instant pain.

“Good now try letting go completely,”

They move completely away from each other only to start screaming and crawling back towards each other. Harry wraps his arms around Malfoys torso, who for once embraces the contact panting in pain.

“Try just holding hands,” Hermione says, writing something down.

Harry suppresses a growl.

“Maybe we should give them a couple of minutes to recover,” Ron says, looking a little nervous, which reminds Harry to calm down a little.

Malfoy frowns up at him from his arms. He makes the decision to speak through the bond.

“Cool it Golden boy, I can feel you getting irritated.”

Hermione blinks at them both, “Sorry tell me when you’re ready.”

After a few minutes of recomposing themselves they separate themselves leaving only their fingers intertwined.

“It’s uncomfortable, but its not painful,” Malfoy says, staring at their hands with an odd expression.

Hermione seems delighted, “Wonderful, we’ll tell the Headmistress you can go back to class tomorrow,”

Ron winces sympathetically, while the Slytherins looked on with complete and utter horror other than Malfoy who nodded appreciatively and thanked her. Harry sighs unsurprised.

“We still have class though so we’ll be going,” Hermione says waving and dragging Ron away by the wrist making Harry stare wistfully after them.

“We’re gonna need to go too,” Zabani says looking at the Rolex on his wrist.

“Don’t kill each other,” Parkinson says cheerily.

They both leave, in turn leaving Malfoy and Harry alone. Harry sighs and summons Beany who appears with a poof.

“What does Harry Potter need, sir,” Beany says.

Harry looks at Malfoy who at some point had grabbed his book again and was pointedly ignoring Harry.

Harry starts listing ingredients for a full english breakfast.

“Beany has put the ingredients in the fridge for Mr Harry Potter,” Beany says upon reappearing.

Harry thanks her and questions how to go about getting to the kitchen without irritating Malfoy. He decides the best way to do it is to levitate the bed into the makeshift kitchen and keep a hand on Malfoy while he works.

For a couple of minutes Malfoy doesn’t notice anything until he looks up from his book in shock from something that happened in his book nearly fifteen minutes after Harry had already started cooking. The already shocked Malfoy has to pause to realize that Harry was currently holding his hand with one hand and his wand in the other and was cooking.

Harry doesn’t comment on Malfoys putting his book down to watch him cook and certainly doesn’t comment when he wraps his arms around Harrys waist to give him more mobility.

When Harrys done cooking he spins around and hands Malfoy his plate, briefly forgetting he never asked Malfoy if he even wanted breakfast.

“Sorry I forgot, do you want some,” Malfot blinks in surprise.

“Thanks,”

Harry nods “Coffee or tea?”

He scrunches up his nose, “Tea, you hellion.”