Whoops?

Harry shrugs, making himself a cup of coffee, and then pouring Malfoy a cup of tea. They eat breakfast in bed and Harry is struck by the lack of a feeling of wrongness in the situation.

He is all but cuddling with Draco Malfoy as they eat breakfast and it just kind of feels…

Normal?

Even as Malfoy glares at him for dropping toast crumbs everywhere, it's still comfortable.

Once they finish their breakfast, Harry laughs as Malfoy scrunches his nose up at the mess, and Scourgifys the bed.

“Aren’t you a wizard Malfoy?” Harry asks, raising an eyebrow.

Malfoy scoffs, “Yes but my wand is on the bedside table and not everyone can do wandless magic on a whim,”

Harry starts to laugh but a knock at the door interrupts him.

“Ms. Granger has told me you can still attend classes,” The headmistress doesn't wait for their invitation before barging in.

She looks curiously around the room she entered which before had the bed, but seeing as Harry had levitated it into the kitchen, was currently completely empty apart from the fireplace, a rug and an armchair.

“Potter, Malfoy,” She calls into the- Dorm?

It felt more like a flat than a dorm and it had too many rooms to just be a “room”. So the flat Harry muses to himself.

“In here,” Malfoy calls, still sipping on his tea, whilst Harry was on his third cup of coffee. When he had poured it Malfoy stared at him in disgust.

Mcgonagal entered the kitchen confidently and saw them curled up, making her raise a curious eyebrow.

“Ms. Granger has told me that you two only need a small amount of contact,”

Harry looks down at their positions and coughs awkwardly but Malfoy professional as always nodded, “It still causes discomfort its just bearable.”

“I see” She nods and hands them each a sheet of paper, “These are your new schedules until further notice, I should hope they’re all to your liking,”

Harry skims the paper quickly, some things had stayed the same, the classes that he and Malfoy had shared, like potions and DADA, but transfiguration had to be changed, and Harry noticed a course he had previously opted out of.

Advanced arithmancy.

Fuck.

At least he got to keep care of magical creatures.

And music? He didn’t even know Hogwarts offered music.

***

Draco wasn’t excited for the classes, he would have to keep being potions partners with Potter for the rest of however long this is gonna last, as if thats not what got them into this predicament in the first place. Great.

Even if Potter wasn’t as horrific as he had originally thought as a person, he is exactly as bad at potions as he expected.

Plus now he had to go through the embarrassment of having Potter share music with him.

He’d been taking piano lessons since he was six, but that didn’t mean he was any good. At least his dad had never seemed happy with it, but he doesn’t suppose that matters any more, Lucias was in Azkaban, and couldn’t hear him play much less criticize it.

He sighed and looked over at Potter. He has a look of confusion written across his face.

“Hogwarts has a music class?” He asks.

Draco nods, finishing reading the list and seeing care of magical creatures. He had always avoided the class since the Hippogriff incident, he has to get over it someday.

Mcgonagal claps, “Right then get to class.”

She then leaves them to finish getting ready.

Potter helps Malfoy up and levitates the bed back into the room it was in previously and accioed Malfoys wand for him.

They than had to figure out how to get dressed again. The whole ordeal seemed easier last night strangely enough as they now both struggled to figure out how to get their shirts over their heads without letting go. Eventually they figure out what they did last night.

Draco wrapped his legs around Potters waist, while he removed his pants and Draco took off his shirt. Draco regrets not having followed in Potters footsteps and sleeping shirtless last night, but its uncouth, and Potter kept staring at his scars.

After their conversation, Draco thought while figuring out the way to get their clothes off, he thought Potter had gotten over it, but in the shower, Potter started looking again, he kept averting his gaze but it would slowly drift back again.

Once they were finally dressed, they walked out of their rooms holding hands. It was terribly awkward. The bustling halls seemed almost quiet apart from everyone's loud whispers when they passed.

They walk into Potions hand and hand, apparently not everyone got the news of what happened because most of the people in their class are staring at them like they’re out of their minds. Potter gave them all a wave and dragged Draco to sit down.

Draco scoffs when Potter trips over a desk, but the scoff quickly turns to panic when he’s pulled down with him. Weasley helps Potter up, and by association Draco.

It takes a little bit of finessing, but eventually they get the book angled in a way they can both see it. Since it's a notes day Draco briefly wonders how they’re going to manage to write. He’s watched Potter write with his left hands countless times, which is why he’s surprised when Potter doesn’t hesitate for a second before writing with his right hand.

The messy scrawl doesn’t look any different than usual and if he hadn’t seen it himself he would’ve assumed he had written it with his dominant hand.

Potter must’ve noticed Draco gaping because he raised an eyebrow.

“I’m ambidextrous Malfoy.” Potter says briefly looping their ankles together and swapping hands to pick up where he was writing with his right hand with his left hand.

“But I’ve never seen you write with your right hand.” Draco points out.

“Because the Dursleys despised me writing with my left hand.” Potter says as if that explains anything, he must’ve looked confused because Potter adds, “Like a final fuck you,”

Draco nods, understanding that. It's the small victories.

Potter wraps his hand back around Draco and they fall into silence. They both work hard to scrawl the notes that they had missed talking about Potters lack of dominant hand. Eventually Potter finishes first.

Dracos was bewildered by how quickly Potter had finished the notes, but when he looked over at his notes, he noticed there was significantly less information then is on the board. No wonder he struggles with potions, he barely takes notes.

Potters spends the rest of the allowed time doodling dutifully in the margins before Malfoy interrupts him.

“Can we go to the library, I wanna see if we can get this stupid bond off.”

Potter nods and tries his best to collect his stuff while Draco gets Slughorn's attention to ask if they can leave, Slughorn asks a bunch of questions while he writes the pass. So it takes a long time but when he’s done, Potter had packed up his stuff too and was ready to go.