"Draco!" Harry called out, slowly approaching his boyfriend. He greeted him with a kiss. "You ready?" Draco examined the Gryffin entrance to the headmaster's office. "I'm still not quite sure what's happening but sure." Harry laced his fingers with Draco's. "Exploding BonBons".
The couple headed up the stairs, letting go of hands when the reached the top. Harry and Draco exchanged a look before Harry reached out and knocked on the door. "Come in boys. And there's no need for you not to hold hands in front of me, you know." Draco blushed and Harry chuckled.
"Follow me." Dumbledore smiled, leading them out of his office, back down the stairs and all the way to a part of the castle they had never seen before. "This is the eighth floor of the west tower. Harry, your map should be of help when remembering how to get here. You may see a brick wall, but when you say the password, it will slide open. The password is Drarry. It's a combination of your names. I made it up myself, I do hope you like it." The wall slid open. "Now, if you follow me in here, you'll see there are three doors. That one is you private bathroom, the other two are your seperate rooms. Now I figured that you'd like it to appear to others that you don't sleep in the same bed, though Merlin knows that won't be ths case. Therfore, cast the spell 'Simucubicamare' and the room wilm turn into one shared bedroom that I've personalized for you. When you'd like them to appear seperate cast 'Separcubicstultorum'. Now, these are very advanced spells that I personally made, but seeing as Harry is very good at non-verbal, wandless spells, that shouldn't be a problem. This is your makeshift common room and if you need food, call for Dobby. I'll leave you two alone now. Oh, and remember love is a feeling, you cannot hold it you cannot see it, but it is there. You have to nurture the invisble and sometimes disregard the visible." Dumbledore said with a wink, before exiting the room."
"What the f-"
"I don't know either." Harry laughed. Draco smiled and pulled Harry into a hug. "This is kind of like my dreams coming true." Harry smiled up at him. "Yeah? Me too."
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Drarry Texting Story
Fanfiction8th year- Students in Harry's year were given an extra year because of the war and why not? In progress
