Draco yawned, stretching out from his bed while Harry's friends squabbled
amist themselves- or maybe it was at him?
Draco couldn't tell, nor did he care; it was too early in the morning. He picked up his potions notes and began to read over them, studying as he stumbled toward the bathroom.
Absent-mindedly, he began to hum softly, a song popping into his head as he started the water to the shower.
He stepped in and started to sing, softly at first, "Young girl, don't cry, I'll be right when you world starts to fall...Young girl, it's alright, your tears will dry, you'll soon be free to fly..." he got a little louder,
"When you're safe inside you room, you tend to dream of place where nothing's harder than it seems...no one ever wants two fathers to explain...er..." he didn't know the next line, but got a little bit louder,
"When there's nooooo one else, look insiiiiiide yourself and like your oldest friiiiiend just trust the voice within, then you'll find the strength that will guiiiiide you way and you'll learn to begin to trust the voice within...." he got louder,
"YOUNG GIRL, DON'T HIDE, YOU'LL NEVER CHANGE IF YOU JUST RUN AWAY, YOUNG GIRL JUST HOLD TIGHT-"
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Ron grinned, "He is singing...in the shower...."
Hermione giggled, "Sounds better than Percy."
Harry grinned and nodded in agreement, "He's not that bad, actually."
"but, Harry, MALFOY is singing in the shower," Ron gave him an incrediculous look.
"No, Malfoy-ETTA is singing in the shower," Harry laughed.
Hermione smiled, "C'mon Ron, let's go back to Gryffindor before we get in trouble."
"But-"
"Let's go," she frowned.
"Can I have a quick shag?"
Hermione blushed, waving goodbye to Harry and disappeared down the portrait hall as the song ended.
Draco appeared, a towel wrapped around his long blond hair, "What?" he smirked, grabbed one of Harry's new sports bras, "I've got practice later."
"Doesn't mean you can steal mine!"
"Yes, it does," Draco smirked, "We're room mates, I take your stuff, you touch mine you die."
"Well, aren't you the sweetest thing?" Harry muttered, glaring over his shoulder.
"Touchy, touchy," Draco grinned, "Not like you'd need any of my things..."
Harry stormed over to Draco's trunk, opening it and rummaging through it.
"What in the bloody hell do you think you're doing?" Draco asked indignantly.
"I'm counting how long it takes for me to die, oh wait-" Harry held up a fist, "better start counting- one," his first finger went up, "-two-" his second, "-Three, four, fi-"
Draco tackled him, scratching and biting.
Harry easily kicked him off, "What the bloody hell was that?"
"I told you to stay out!" Draco looked near tears, "I don't like people going through my stuff," he whined.
"Why not? Hiding something?" Harry reached in and pulled out a porn magazine, "Holy-"
"HEY!" Draco pouted, snatching it from his hand.
"No if only you reacted that quickly when you saw the snitch," Harry laughed.
"Shut it," Draco turned crimson, tossing all the stuff Harry'd thrown out and locking it, "and don't even try 'alohomora'- you'll get shocked."
Harry walked unhappily into the Great Hall, his hair a little static-y from his...'attempt' at 'breaking-and-entering'.
"What hap-"
Harry cut Ron off, "Nothing..."
"Told you," Draco mouthed.
"Sod off," Harry shouted back.
"Ten points from Gryffindor," Snape smirked.
"Bloody hell," he sighed.
"Ten more, language Potter," the potions master smirked a bit wider.
Harry opened his mouth, but Hermione and Ron clamped their hands over his mouth quickly.
Snape nodded curtly and turned to leave.
"Bloody git," Harry mumbled once Snape'd left and Hermione and Ron had released their death-grip on Harry.
"How can he take points away from our house? He's not even in-" Ron stopped seeing the very pissed look upon Harry's face, "Oh, sorry, mate."
"It's alright," Harry sighed, "I'm really not a Gryffindor, eh? I bet I kick you ass at wizard's chess tonight."
"HA!" Ron laughed, "Meet me in the commons room!"
"It's on," Harry grinned.
"Boys..."
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Harry grin wore off as he entered his room with Draco lazily draped across the over-stuffed couch.
"Where did this come from?" Harry eyed it.
"My mum's account," Draco shrugged.
"Wicked," Harry touched the plush, velvet couch with this index finger.
"No touching," Draco chastised, smacking Harry's hand.
Harry glared before pulling the hair tye out of Draco's hair, yanking a few strands out with it.
"Bloody hell!" the blond leapt to his feet, "I work hard to keep my hair slit-end free and you-"
"Shut it," Harry interupted, tying his hair up.
"My boobs are still bigger," Draco pouted.
"That is so old," Harry shook his head, "I'm going to the Gryffindor commons."
"You can't."
"Says who?" Harry said defiantly.
"McGonagal."
"And who's going to tell?" Harry asked, raising an eyebrow.
"I will!" Draco snapped.
"Just because you don't have friends, doesn't mean I don't."
"I have friends!"
"Goyle and Crabbe? Gimme a break!" Harry rolled his eyes, "They're more like sidekicks."
Draco snorted, "If that. Besides, I'm sure you play Weasel because you can't accept defeat."
"Defeat? At whose hands?"
"Mine!" Draco retrieved his wizard's chess set.
After an hour, both Harry and Draco were left with only a king each.
"I think this is a stale mate," Harry scratched his head.
"Never! A Malfoy never quits!"
"Well, I'm getting tired- draw?"
"That's a stalemate."
"Fine, I win."
"Why?"
"Because I'm pretty."
Harry nodded, "You are an insufferable pretty boy, but that doesn't mean you win."
Draco blinked, then flicked Harry's king off the board, "I win."
"Bloody cheater."
Draco stuck his tongue out, "So?"
"Whatever," Harry huffed as Draco disappeared into the bathroom smiling.
He closed the door and realised he /was/ smiling. Potter had made him smile!
He frowned, pinching himself then jumping at the jolt of pain.
Bloody hell...was this the begining of a new light of Saint Potter?
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Isis: Yayo!
Ra: That's why it's under romance...
Draco couldn't tell, nor did he care; it was too early in the morning. He picked up his potions notes and began to read over them, studying as he stumbled toward the bathroom.
Absent-mindedly, he began to hum softly, a song popping into his head as he started the water to the shower.
He stepped in and started to sing, softly at first, "Young girl, don't cry, I'll be right when you world starts to fall...Young girl, it's alright, your tears will dry, you'll soon be free to fly..." he got a little louder,
"When you're safe inside you room, you tend to dream of place where nothing's harder than it seems...no one ever wants two fathers to explain...er..." he didn't know the next line, but got a little bit louder,
"When there's nooooo one else, look insiiiiiide yourself and like your oldest friiiiiend just trust the voice within, then you'll find the strength that will guiiiiide you way and you'll learn to begin to trust the voice within...." he got louder,
"YOUNG GIRL, DON'T HIDE, YOU'LL NEVER CHANGE IF YOU JUST RUN AWAY, YOUNG GIRL JUST HOLD TIGHT-"
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Ron grinned, "He is singing...in the shower...."
Hermione giggled, "Sounds better than Percy."
Harry grinned and nodded in agreement, "He's not that bad, actually."
"but, Harry, MALFOY is singing in the shower," Ron gave him an incrediculous look.
"No, Malfoy-ETTA is singing in the shower," Harry laughed.
Hermione smiled, "C'mon Ron, let's go back to Gryffindor before we get in trouble."
"But-"
"Let's go," she frowned.
"Can I have a quick shag?"
Hermione blushed, waving goodbye to Harry and disappeared down the portrait hall as the song ended.
Draco appeared, a towel wrapped around his long blond hair, "What?" he smirked, grabbed one of Harry's new sports bras, "I've got practice later."
"Doesn't mean you can steal mine!"
"Yes, it does," Draco smirked, "We're room mates, I take your stuff, you touch mine you die."
"Well, aren't you the sweetest thing?" Harry muttered, glaring over his shoulder.
"Touchy, touchy," Draco grinned, "Not like you'd need any of my things..."
Harry stormed over to Draco's trunk, opening it and rummaging through it.
"What in the bloody hell do you think you're doing?" Draco asked indignantly.
"I'm counting how long it takes for me to die, oh wait-" Harry held up a fist, "better start counting- one," his first finger went up, "-two-" his second, "-Three, four, fi-"
Draco tackled him, scratching and biting.
Harry easily kicked him off, "What the bloody hell was that?"
"I told you to stay out!" Draco looked near tears, "I don't like people going through my stuff," he whined.
"Why not? Hiding something?" Harry reached in and pulled out a porn magazine, "Holy-"
"HEY!" Draco pouted, snatching it from his hand.
"No if only you reacted that quickly when you saw the snitch," Harry laughed.
"Shut it," Draco turned crimson, tossing all the stuff Harry'd thrown out and locking it, "and don't even try 'alohomora'- you'll get shocked."
Harry walked unhappily into the Great Hall, his hair a little static-y from his...'attempt' at 'breaking-and-entering'.
"What hap-"
Harry cut Ron off, "Nothing..."
"Told you," Draco mouthed.
"Sod off," Harry shouted back.
"Ten points from Gryffindor," Snape smirked.
"Bloody hell," he sighed.
"Ten more, language Potter," the potions master smirked a bit wider.
Harry opened his mouth, but Hermione and Ron clamped their hands over his mouth quickly.
Snape nodded curtly and turned to leave.
"Bloody git," Harry mumbled once Snape'd left and Hermione and Ron had released their death-grip on Harry.
"How can he take points away from our house? He's not even in-" Ron stopped seeing the very pissed look upon Harry's face, "Oh, sorry, mate."
"It's alright," Harry sighed, "I'm really not a Gryffindor, eh? I bet I kick you ass at wizard's chess tonight."
"HA!" Ron laughed, "Meet me in the commons room!"
"It's on," Harry grinned.
"Boys..."
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Harry grin wore off as he entered his room with Draco lazily draped across the over-stuffed couch.
"Where did this come from?" Harry eyed it.
"My mum's account," Draco shrugged.
"Wicked," Harry touched the plush, velvet couch with this index finger.
"No touching," Draco chastised, smacking Harry's hand.
Harry glared before pulling the hair tye out of Draco's hair, yanking a few strands out with it.
"Bloody hell!" the blond leapt to his feet, "I work hard to keep my hair slit-end free and you-"
"Shut it," Harry interupted, tying his hair up.
"My boobs are still bigger," Draco pouted.
"That is so old," Harry shook his head, "I'm going to the Gryffindor commons."
"You can't."
"Says who?" Harry said defiantly.
"McGonagal."
"And who's going to tell?" Harry asked, raising an eyebrow.
"I will!" Draco snapped.
"Just because you don't have friends, doesn't mean I don't."
"I have friends!"
"Goyle and Crabbe? Gimme a break!" Harry rolled his eyes, "They're more like sidekicks."
Draco snorted, "If that. Besides, I'm sure you play Weasel because you can't accept defeat."
"Defeat? At whose hands?"
"Mine!" Draco retrieved his wizard's chess set.
After an hour, both Harry and Draco were left with only a king each.
"I think this is a stale mate," Harry scratched his head.
"Never! A Malfoy never quits!"
"Well, I'm getting tired- draw?"
"That's a stalemate."
"Fine, I win."
"Why?"
"Because I'm pretty."
Harry nodded, "You are an insufferable pretty boy, but that doesn't mean you win."
Draco blinked, then flicked Harry's king off the board, "I win."
"Bloody cheater."
Draco stuck his tongue out, "So?"
"Whatever," Harry huffed as Draco disappeared into the bathroom smiling.
He closed the door and realised he /was/ smiling. Potter had made him smile!
He frowned, pinching himself then jumping at the jolt of pain.
Bloody hell...was this the begining of a new light of Saint Potter?
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Isis: Yayo!
Ra: That's why it's under romance...