Chapter 11
"Where's Harry?" Ron looks up at the sudden question and frowns when he looks right into Draco's eyes. "He's not with you?" Ron frowns at Hermione while he forces a sausage down his throat. "Why would he be?" And then Ron understood. Hermione had lied to him. She was playing Cupid for those two! "Bloody-." "Could you go wake him up please?" She quickly says, a fake surprised look on her face while the evil glint is clearly visible in her eyes. "As you wish." And so he left. "Hermione!" Ron exclaims in utter disgust. "Why would you- you can't! You shouldn't!" He continues, his distaste for her plan growing with the second. "You wouldn't understand because you don't want to see it. You'll see it soon enough though. My plans always work, don't they?" Ron nods but shakes his head right after. "Yes, but I don't want this one to work!" She rolls her eyes while sipping her drink. "And that, my lover, is very selfish of you. Get over your weird masculine urge to proof that you're better than Malfoy, get over your life long hate because he is not his father, and open your eyes. He's finally able to be himself, don't stand in his way, you trust me so trust me on my judgement about him too. Please." He sighs. "He's still a Malfoy." Hermione shakes her head and looks at her boyfriend. "You're hurting Harry with your dislike towards him. He's your best friend. Please just ease up a little bit. I'm not asking you to become best friends-." "Like you two have? Don't think I haven't noticed. You sneak out twice a week to meet up with him for homework." He wasn't serious now was he? "You're seriously mad about that?" He shrugs and huffs. "That masculinity... it's childish. I'm your girlfriend, Draco has become a really close friend of mine over the weeks and I would like to keep him as one. So please just relax and start seeing who he really is instead of portraying the picture you have of him in your head onto him whenever it fits. You told us you see him as one of your friends too not so long ago." He knew she was right. But actually growing to like-like a Malfoy? He could never! He was putting up with him and could stand him but it wasn't more than that. Lucius had always been an ass to his father so why would Draco be anything else? Hermione was never wrong about anyone though... maybe Draco had changed. Harry for sure was in love with the bloke, and he'd hated him, together with Ron, for years... "I'll try." Hermione smiles and blows him a kiss. "Thank you."
Draco hadn't expected to be able to just walk into Harry's room, but there he was. Standing next to the bed, watching the smaller boy while he was fast asleep. Covers barely covering half of his body, chest exposed, one leg over the covers, the other underneath it. Breathing slowly, scar as red as ever... He had to admit it... Harry looked handsome. His hair was a mess even more so than usual, but it was a sexy mess this time. Bed hair surely was a good look on him. A tiny bush of dark, wavy, hairs crawled up from under the covers, to the boys belly button. Chest hair had grown, but was only faintly visible. It wasn't a lot, but it surely showed that he had matured. A little stubble was starting to show on his jawline. Did he shave? It didn't look bad, but he'd have to get used to it. "Potter?" "Hmh." The boy turns around and wiggles to get comfortable again, resulting in his ass being on display just a little. White boxers? He'd never seen anyone wear white boxers before, it surely would be a cool look next to him in bed. Black and white, two ends of a spectrum. What the hell was he thinking about? He shakes his head and clears his throat. "Potter." It wasn't a question this time, a slight demand but still sweet. He doesn't want to starts the poor boys day with an arrogant tone. "No, wanna sleep. Make sure Draco's up. I'm... sick or something." He says, mind still half asleep and words barely understandable. "Well I can assure you that I'm very much 'up' and now you, I'm afraid, have to be too. So get up." And there it was. The shocked gripping of blankets, scrambling to cover his body and looking for his glasses all in record time. And none of the tasks working out quite like Harry had hoped. His glasses fall from his bedside table, his blanket was grabbed so quickly that it got pulled up at so many sides that he exposed his entire body, and he nearly fell out of bed while trying to sit up. "Good morning." Draco couldn't hide the teasing tone in his voice while he shamelessly raked his eyes over Harry's body. What a body... damn. "Draco." Harry calmly states, but besides his voice nothing else showed that he was calm. "You weren't at breakfast, Hermione so kindly insisted on me checking in on you." He watches as the smaller boy rolls his eyes quickly before scratching his head with rosy cheeks. Draco picks up the glasses and hands them to Harry while keeping his eyes on Harry's body. Not anywhere specifically, if he could he'd have them everywhere at the same time. His body was great. "Come to breakfast with me, will you? I'm starving." Harry starts to grab some clothes and changes while Draco looks around the room. The red is so bright, it almost gives him a headache. Almost. "Ready." He hands Harry his wand and walks out, followed by the black haired boy. "Why don't you set wards? I'd say people would love a kid with the chosen one." Harry chokes while he looks up to see that Draco is not joking at all. "Never thought of it like that..." Draco chuckles. "You thought more about the 'Im the chosen one, I'm sure I'm safe' hypothesis?" Harry awkwardly nods while scratching his back. "Well at least nobody has actually harassed you yet, you're lucky. There's some freaky people out there. If you need help with your wards just ask." Harry nods and smiles cutely. "Thank you." "You're welcome."