Harry ambled down the steps wearing nothing but a faded pair of flannel trousers and threw himself on onto one of the couches in the eighth year common room.
“Harry that’s-” Hermione started. However, before she could finish, Harry rested his head on Draco’s lap. Now, Harry would be the first to admit that if his hair was bad, it’s MUCH worse after quidditch practice. It stuck up like porcupine quills, and reeked of what could be compared with rancid eggs.
The common room held its breath, but Draco made no move to push Harry off, opting instead to read his book. “Er- Harry,” Ron started, “Mate, you do know you’re sitting on Malfoy, right?”
“He knows.” Draco said, not taking his eyes of the book, “He also apparently prides himself in having the messiest hair in Hogwarts. Tell me, Potter, when was the last time you washed it? I’m going to have to throw out these trousers.”
Everyone had assumed Harry to be sleeping, however, the boy wasted no time in responding by saying, “Anything to get you out of them, Malfoy.”
Theodore Nott’s eyes widened to the size of dinner plates, waiting to see how Draco would respond. “Look who’s the poof now,” The blonde snapped. The rest of the common room exchanged confused glances.
“Harry, when exactly did you and Draco-” Harry, once again, interrupted Hermione before she could finish.
“Says the one who’s hard just from my head being on his lap.”
Draco rolled his eyes, “Arrogant. Going to prance around the castle like a deer after this, are you?”
Harry gave a cheeky grin, “Only if you’ll be my doe.” Ron snorted loudly, knocking Hermione’s book out of her hands.
“That was terrible!” He chortled.
Hermione shot Ron a withering glare, but simply picked up her book. Draco, seeming to have recovered from the shock, shoved Harry off the couch. The boy landed with a ‘Uufmp’ and groaned. “Get your nasty quidditch hair off me,” Draco snarked.
Harry rolled to his feet, “Fine, but you owe me.”
Harry grinned, and leaned close to his ear, “Maybe for last night? I do remember you being quite grateful.” He breathed.
Draco flushed a bright scarlet, “Harry James Potter!” Harry laughed and raced up the steps to his dorm room. “Stupid Potter, with his stupid quidditch hair.” The slytherin mumbled, though he voice held a tone of fondness the rest were sure they’d never quite heard from Draco Malfoy before.
