Harry swung his legs as he seated himself on the blonde's bed. Draco had once again managed to leave him in complete awe. Draco's bedroom was nothing fancy, except for the half paintjob. Draco's bedroom walls were originally green and silver, the colours of Slytherin. But because he was in Ravenclaw (And because he kind of despised Slytherin, no hate, just didn't like them), half of his walls were a pure white colour.
Draco shuffled into the room, shutting the door with his foot.
"Haha! Nico's snacks are the best!" Draco cheered triumphantly, holding some bags with snacks.
"You stole your own brother's snacks?" Harry cocked an eyebrow, watching as the blonde glided across the scattered boxes that littered the ground.
Draco plopped next to Harry, flipping his blonde hair back as grey eyes shot Harry a look.
"I am his younger brother, it's practically in the siblings rulebook to steal each other's snacks." Draco pouted, sticking out his cute little red tongue at the taller male.
With a pop and a crinkle, Draco unlocked the first snack.
"Besides, this is revenge for eating my strawberries." He smirked and began to munch on the first chip he grabbed.
Harry raised another eyebrow, "You like strawberries?"
Draco rolled his eyes and twirled a chip in Harry's face, "'Course I do. They're sweet and healthy."
The taller chuckled and bit the chip out of Draco's hand, watching as the blonde gap at him in fake disbelief.
"Hey, that was mine! Get your own!" Draco whined.
Harry licked his lips to wipe off the access, "Nah, I'd rather eat your stuff. You make them taste better."
His voice suddenly dropped to a low rumble which made the blonde turn red. Draco shoved a pillow in Harry's face as he squeaked.
"Idiot! You ruined chips for me!!" Draco complained and scooched to the far corner of the bed and burrowed himself in the blankets as he poutily crunched on the chips.
Harry rolled his eyes, smirking to himself as he sat down next to Draco and stole a chip from the bag. This time, he didn't get a complaint from the other.
They stayed like that and a few times, Draco had playfully fed the other like they were a newly wed couple.
"I'm bored." Draco grumbled.
They had finished all the snacks they had and hid the evidence in Delia's room.
"Well, what do you wanna do?" Harry asked, flitting through a book that he found in an opened box.
Draco eventually got up and fluffed his hair a little before he proceeded to wear a white jacket with white overalls that were specked with paint.
Harry gave him a questioning look before Draco rolled his eyes, tossing Harry as paint roll.
"You don't mind your clothes getting dirty, right?"
~---- 15 minutes later ----~
"Harry, how the fuck did you get your foot stuck inside the fucking paint can?!" Draco's screech could be heard across the whole tower.
Harry indeed had gotten his foot stuck in the paint can. At some point, during some playful banter, Harry had managed to stumble into the paint can and ultimately sunk his left foot deep into a can of white paint.
Now, the black haired male was clumsily hopping around the room, spilling paint all over the plastic covered floor as he jerked his foot back and forth in an attempt to wring the can off.
"Stop jerking your foot, you're getting my floor's dirty, dickwad!" Draco yelled and dropped the paint roll before running to Harry.
"What do you expect me to do?!" Harry said in a snarky reply, but couldn't get the can off his foot.
"Hold still!" Draco ordered and got a grip on the can.
He immediately pulled very harshly and both of them went flying opposite ways, the can flying towards the half-painted wall. Both of them went down in a tumble and the can crashed into the wall, the paint making a huge white mark on the wall which covered up the entire green-silver wall.
Draco and Harry groaned as they sat up. Suddenly Draco caught sight of Harry's white foot and suppressed a snicker.
Harry looked down to see his foot up until halfway through his lower thigh to see that it was completely drenched in white paint.
Harry groaned.
"You shitting me?!" He hollered and hovered onto his two feet.
"Well, at least the can finished the job for us." Draco shrugged and nodded towards the completely white wall.
Harry rolled his eyes before spotting a palette with paint and got an idea. He went over to the paint palette and spread red paint on his palms. Suddenly intrigued, Draco stood up and walked to the taller, peering behind him.
"Whatcha doing??" He hummed.
"Come on, paint your hand any color you want. I wanna try something." Harry grinned.
Draco shot Harry a look before shrugging and painted his hand with silver and golden paint.
Then Harry grabbed Draco with the non-painted hand.
"Choose a random spot." He told the male.
Draco, obviously confused but very intrigued and interested, pointed to the door.
Harry tugged him towards the door and planted his red-painted hand onto the door.
"Now, your turn, darling." Harry purred happily.
Draco flushed at the obvious pet name, but stepped forward and reached on to his tip-toes to plant his hand next to the imprint on the door. Then he stepped back down.
"There! A permanent sign that you're mine." Harry cocked his head, smiling.
Draco snorted and hit Harry's chest with the back of his hand.
"Dork." He mumbled and walked out the bedroom to wash his hands.
"Hey, Dray? Where's the kitchen?" Harry's voice sounded from the hallway as Draco walked down the staircase.
"First floor! The kitchen is next to Nico's room!" Draco replied and went inside the bathroom, turning on the tap and washing his hands.
At that very moment, he heard the front door click open.
"And this is our beautiful quarters!" He heard Delia brag.
"Yo D, ya there?" Her voice said as she poked into the bathroom to see Draco washing his hands.
"No, I died and now I'm a ghost who'll haunt you for the rest of my life." Draco rolled his eyes, sticking out his tongue at Delia.
Delia pouted, "Meanie."
He flicked his wet hands at Delia as she squealed and wiped the droplets off her face. Draco walked into the hallway and met with Hermione and Ron. He gave them a wave and made a beeline towards the kitchen to see Harry gulping down a glass of water.
"Did you wash your hands?" Draco scrunched up his nose.
Harry stuck his tongue out, "Nah."
Draco snorted and playfully shoved the male, "Dick. Also, your friends are here."
Harry nodded and slid the glass onto the counter. Then he walked into the hallway and saw Hermione and Ron.
"So, how was the hangout?"
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