Chapter 9
The next day Harry awoke to the sound of water running and someone singing. Someone singing? As he reached for his signature glasses he recognised that the singing was coming from the bathroom.
Only two people had access to that bathroom and he knew he wasn't in there humming to what sounded like Purple Rain. Before he could collect himself and process what was happening the bathroom door opened and out stepped Draco Malfoy. His hair was still dripping wet, and he was wearing a huge woolly jumper, not unlike the ones Mrs. Weasley had knitted Harry. The most surprising wardrobe choice though was the muggle running leggings he was wearing.
The type that girls wore to the gym.
They met each others eyes, he bet that Draco looked as shocked as he did.
"You're awake." He nodded.
"You were singing."
"Oh, I'm so sorry if I woke you." He answered, face flushing pink. It was quite cute actually. What the fuck, where did that thought come from?
"No, well yes but it's fine I would have been late otherwise." Harry smiled.
Malfoy's eyes drifted down from Harry's to the small ball of fur by his side.
"Oh...yeah I think she just came over last night."
"Oh right."
"Sorry."
Malfoy chuckled.
"Why are you apologising Potter it's fine, it's just I've never seen her be nice to anyone else before, she almost scratched Pansy's eyes out on the train. Stop looking so guilty, she's my cat not my girlfriend."
Harry couldn't help but grin slightly too.
Malfoy turned and bent down to collect the books he needed for his essay. As he did Harry couldn't help but glance down to see his ass clad in the tight fabric. He told himself it was only because Malfoy basically had girls legs that went on forever and the last snog he'd had was Ginny last year, so he couldn't help it.
Harry needed to say something now, to break the increasingly awkward silence.
"How is your girlfriend?" He blurted out.
"My what Potter?"
"Your girlfriend, Pansy?"
Then Harry, for the first time heard Draco Malfoy truly laugh. No sniggers or nasty chuckles. A true laugh from the heart, like a giggle.
"Even with the glasses you really are blind Potter." He replied, without any malice.
"Wha-"
"Aren't you going to be late?"
Shit, he was.
"Oh yeah! Oops!" He grabbed his clothes and headed to the bathroom to shower.
He felt good this morning.