Chapter 13
“Potter. Pst, Potter! Do you think it would be possible to have a T-Rex as a patronus?” Harry swallowed as Draco’s whisper caused every head in the Hufflepuff common room to turn in their direction.
Mary, the rather jolly President of the Hufflepuff Film Club, had installed the pair of them in a bright purple armchair at the back the room. It was a snug fit, with Draco’s legs sort of flopped over Harry and his hair tickling Harry’s nose.
Not only was it a snug fit, it was also painfully obvious that most of the room was more interested in watching Harry and Draco than in watching Jeff Goldblum take his shirt off.
“You alright over there, Draco?” Mary asked as she picked her way through the Hufflepuffs sitting on the floor.
“Ah, just, ah, just fine, thank you Mary,” said Draco, blushing as he noticed that someone had gone as far as to pause the film. Although that might have been something to do with the fact that the screen was now completely filled by Jeff’s chest hair.
“You sure? Do you and Harry want any snacks? Maybe a bowl of figgy pudding?”
“We’re fine, thanks Mary,” Harry hurried to answer.
“What is figgy pudding?” asked Draco. “Is it Muggle? Harry is teaching me about Muggles,” he informed Mary, who beamed back and summoned a steaming bowl.
“It is! The proper way to eat it is by feeding it to each other!” She gave Harry a wink that was probably visible from space, handed Draco a bowl of pudding and turned back to the screen as Dear Jeff’s chest began undulating again.
“Well, Potter?” Draco was holding out a spoon of figgy pudding, a hopeful look in his eyes. Swallowing again, Harry opened his mouth.