A newfound friendship (A Drarry Story) (8th year Drarry)

Chapter 16 - Professor Malfoy doesn't appove of 2-in-1

Harry's POV:

I'm so glad that Draco likes the room, I'm excited to show him the rest. I pull him into the bedroom noticing a few things have changed since I've been here. There's is some more decoration and more of Draco's belongings. Salazar's enclosure sits in the corner near to the bed. Draco walks over to it still holding the snake plopping him into the tank gently. He leaves the glass open so he can leave when he wishes but is still able to bask under the heat lamp.
"This is so amazing Harry, it's so beautiful here. I love that I have things from home it's so comforting.
And I'm so happy that I have somewhere where I can feel comfortable, where we can be together comfortably."
"I'm so glad you are happy Draco, that's all I'll ever want." I tell him kissing his forehead.
"I'll summon some of my stuff if I'm going to stay here tonight, I think I can see my dorm window from here." I open the bedroom window and wave my wand, seeing my pyjamas, toiletries and clothes for tomorrow hurtling towards me.
I catch them all putting it on the end of the bed.
"I feel like I'm dreaming, that soon I'm going to wake up and be back at the manor constantly fighting to keep the wards up as reporters and worse try to force their way in. I feel like I might wake up and not even be back at school yet and you and I aren't friends," Draco sighs sitting on the bed.
"Well it's a good job you aren't dreaming then Dray," I tell him firmly.
"Come on, why don't you get a shower, all your stuff should be here." I take his hand pulling him to his feet taking him into the bathroom.
"Wow, it's so nice, and it's so clean. Ever since I've been back at hogwarts I've only been in very messy bathrooms. I think your house possibly messier than mine," he laughs.
"Yeah sorry about that. I promise it's not me."
"Hmm well we will see about that won't we Mr. Potter," he teases, "Come on now shoo, unless you want a show."
"As tempting as that sounds I will give you your privacy," I laugh kissing his head again and heading back to the bedroom to chat to Salazar.

"I'm glad you like it too Salazar," I hiss at the snake, who nods.
"I do, I like it the most for how it has made Draco feel. You are good for him Harry Potter."
"Thanks, I know I want to be good for him. I wouldn't want him to be hurt any more than he has been already."
"He plays it down you know," the snake hisses and I look at him curiously, "the things he went through over the summer, the things he hears whispered about him in his dorm and in the corridors. The way he can't go out in public alone  as himself, at least not in England, he learnt that the hard way"
"I did suspect it was worse than he was letting on. I didn't want to push him for information though. Not if he doesn't want to share it." I tell him.
"Do not pity him, he is strong, stronger than you think he is."
"I know that Salazar, I know how strong he is, but that doesn't mean he always has to be strong, I will always help him when I can," I tell the snake, who nods thoughtfully.
"Your magic is connected Mr. Potter, you understand each other like no one else has before. You are compatible," the snake says knowingly.
"What does that mean?" I question, "how do you know that? Is it because I used Draco's wand for some time, is that how you know our magic is similar?"
"Perhaps, perhaps that's what helped it come to light," the snake says vaguely, "but there will be other instances where the magic displays it."
"Our Patronuses," I say to myself, my eyes widening.
"Draco has no patronus," the snake hisses, "he sulked about it when he saw it was on this years curriculum."
"I taught him how to do it today, he's a quick learner. His patronus is a doe and mine is a stag," I tell the snake, Salazar pauses for a moment.
"Well I told you that magic would make it known. This is just one way of it showing."
"What does it mean? It must mean something, I was going to ask Snape about it, I thought he might know, do you know too?"
"Not really, I can just feel the magic, many creatures belonging to wizards have the ability. Incase the wizard decides to make the animal a familiar. That is all I know," the snake says before moving into his hide.
Well that was bloody helpful, I think frustratedly. I am definitely going to have to speak to Snape now. I will only tell Draco after I have done that I decide.
The bathroom door opens revealing Draco wearing green silk pyjama bottoms. He is barefoot and shirtless his blonde hair slicked back, slightly damp and curling a bit. He looks so lovely. I can tell he feels more comfortable by the way he looks.
"Showers free love," Draco says slipping into the sheets beside me.
"I'm sure it's boiling," I tease kissing his head as he pulls a potions book onto his lap.
"Baby," he teases, I poke my tongue out at him picking up my things and heading to the bathroom.
I take off my clothes and step into the shower going to adjust the temperature a little and noticing that Draco has already turned it down slightly from the temperature he likes. I smile to myself turning on the shower. I use the body wash that I summoned from my room to quickly wash my face and hair. I rinse off the bubbles, stepping out onto the mat and wrapping my towel around my waist.
I smile at the small dish on the side containing a large amount of rings and bracelets, such a ponce. I wonder where he keeps his watches, he seems to have so many.
I rub my hair dry leaving it sticking up in every direction and brush my teeth before drying the rest of my body and pulling on black boxers and a long grey T-shirt with holes in the neck.
I shrug in the mirror, at least it's comfortable. I hang up my towel, turn out the bathroom lights and head to the bedroom.
"Looks like we need to add pyjamas to that shopping list," Draco muses barely looking up from his book.
"It's comfortable."
"I don't know how boxers are comfortable to sleep in, it's not good for you, you know," he says matter of factly as I slip under the covers next to him.
"If you want me to take them off you only have to ask," I say cheekily, wiggling my eyebrows.
"You wish," he smirks putting down his book and moving closer to me.
"It's nice to not have to hide," he says moving his head onto my chest, "to just lay here with no one able to see us."
"Except from Salazar," I joke and he smiles.
"Yes except for Salazar."
"I always feel like a have to hide, I was hoping that on Saturday I might not need my usual charm to hide my identity because you'll be with me," he shrugs, "I know we can't hold hands or anything but just having you near me will make me feel safer and hopefully people will see that you talk to me and not want to say things around the saviour." He flicks my nose jokingly.
"I hope so too, I want you to feel safe, you should be able to walk down the street without fear. And why is it we can't hold hands, I didn't hear about diagon ally bringing in that rule," I tease him.
"Well you know what reporters are like and what they would assume from it. I don't want them getting photos and then badmouthing you in the papers. Your golden boy reputation is at stake," he jokes sadly. I wrap my arms around him knowing that he feels that he might ruin my reputation or something ridiculous like that.
"I don't give a shit what they say about me. If I want to hold your hand the whole time and not let go then I will. If I want to hug you or kiss you on the cheek then I will do that too. Merlin if I want to snog your face off in front of the whole wizarding world then I will do that too. I'm not risking my happiness or yours because of their stupid little opinions," I say angrily, "they are going to write crap either way so why should we care."
"You really mean that Harry?" He asks propping himself up on his elbow to face me, narrowing his eyes.
"Of course I do," I tell him sincerely reaching up to run a hand through his soft hair feeling myself grin when he lets me even leaning into my touch.
"Although maybe try to refrain from snogging me in public, at least until I've notified mother of our friendship, I don't want her having a stroke when she receives her morning paper," Draco says trying to maintain a straight face.
I can't help but laugh, he soon joins in.