Resorted

chapter Sixty-Seven

Sighing, Harry flopped down on the sofa in their dorm room. Ever since Sirius and Remuw agreed to look after Laitan for the boys' education, Dumbledore had forgotten to remove the extension charm on their dorm and now they were left with their own little, cosy common room.

"Everything ok, love?" Asked Draco, his voice not laced with any concern because, he was too busy drawing something using the posh art set Harry had brought him at Christmas.

"No, Draco. A Unicorn ate my big toe." He sarcastically said, seeing if Draco was paying attention (spoiler: he was not). His loving, caring, devoted boyfriend hummed in agreement. "Then I saw Slughorn and Snape get it on with the giant squid."

"That's nice to- wait what?" Draco's head quickly swiveled to Harry sitting on the settee, looking worn-out and not in the mood for Draco's lackadaisical conversation skills.

Deciding to be a good boyfriend, Draco softly put down his art kit to sit beside Harry and throw an arm over his shoulder. Automatically, Harry leant into it. "I don't know how to get the memory from Slughorn." Mumbled Harry into his chest.

"Tie him up, use legilimency after reminding him of the incident, then obliviate him." Draco shrugged, making a serious suggestion. Harry snorted thinking it was a joke.

"You could just, yano, tell him." Blaise hopped in, mysteriously appearing from nowhere.

"Hm?" Harry asked, eyes closed and fully relaxed now.

He ran a frustrated hand through his hair, "Slughorn has a collection, right? And he want to 'be the brains' behind the making of famous people. Well, you could suggest that by giving you that memory, then he will be secured a place as like, a contributing Saviour to the wizarding world."

Harry looked dumbstruck but Draco rolled his eyes. "Yes, but he gave Voldemort that information in the first place. It wouldn't do him any good to have to explain how he contributed."

"Back to square one." Harry huffed. Defeated, he stood up and stomped his way back into the bedroom pike an angry toddler. Both Blaise and Draco trying very hard to hold in snorts of laughter.

He sighed. Grabbing a fluffy, winter coat (something Pansy had made for him using that 'Consuo Vestiesque' spell on an unflattering hat she brought for a few sickles) Harry snuggled into it warmly. And he threw on a pair of gloves because of Draco's request for him to do so. Harry made his way briskly to the owlery. He felt as if he hadn't spoken to Hedwig in ages- God he felt so guilty for doing so.

When the door closed behind Harry, Blaise turned to Draco who was leaning over the table from sitting on the settee finishing whatever he was carefully sketching. Blaise didn't know why Draco decided to draw in here and not their room or the common room.

Wait, no, he did. Even though Draco and Harry were the 'it' couple in school, Draco still despised showing his softer side. Sadly, Blaise knew the reason why: kindness is weakness. He was only too glad Harry had come along to teach him different.

"So, you and Longbottom huh?" Draco ran a hand through his hair and smirked to Blaise. Knowing his friend had an obvious crush was something he was determined to pester him about. "It's hard to imagine you two in bed together: who would top and who would bottom?"

"You're struggling to imagine it, because it isn't real." Sulked Blaise.

Eyes scanning his best friend, Draco saw the slouched posture and the sides of Blaise's lips turned ever so slightly down. Not even mentioning the way he is crossing his legs and messing with his hands. "And who's fault is that?"

"I'm going to say me. Then you are going to ask what is holding me back. Penultimatly, I'm going to eventually tell you. And finally, you will tell me what to do and I will say I'll do it. End of conversation."