A Change of Feeling

Dit des Trois Morts et des Vifs

"Your appearance is a bit much. So dark, frowning and frustrated, but oh, that irritability! I can almost taste the righteousness and the quest for answers! Hmm, do you want to have a rousing discussion about the truth?"

Harry rubbed his face in annoyance and sighed.

Draco gave a crooked smile. "No? What a pity," he said, almost sulking. "Maybe about honor? Family pride?"

Harry looked straight at the boy with platinum blond hair, without blinking. Draco looked at him imperiously, not avoiding Harry's gaze.

Harry narrowed his gaze and stared across the huge stack of books at Draco, who was now running his hands over the top title.

Draco, however, kept staring back.

Harry felt his mouth quiver, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly against his will.

Draco rolled his eyes and slapped the dark-haired wizard on the shoulder, leaning over the huge pile of books, causing several rolls of parchment to fall to the floor.

"Hey! Watch it, will you! I had a system in this chaos," Harry said, bending quickly to pick up his notes.

Draco sniffed disdainfully. "Existence is chaos. But even existence makes sense, but that..." He gestured at the disorder around Harry. "No order can be made out of this mess. Sprinkle some Lemon Drops over it and you have Dumbledore's office. It's a monstrosity."

Harry threw his head back and laughed loudly. This earned a reproachful look from Madam Pince, who shuffled past the two Slytherins. Harry looked conspiratorially at his friend and slapped him on the shoulder with a roll of parchment.

"Draco, behave yourself!" said Harry, hitting the blond boy again.

"Ow! Harry!" said Draco exaggeratedly, rubbing his right shoulder violently. "Wait, Potter! My father will hear of this!"

A mocking grin, full of white teeth followed. "Your father? I am trembling with fear!"

Draco flopped down on the chair opposite of Harry and waved away his remark. "My father- your fathers- nowadays it's almost the same. I received a letter from mother, where she shared a story that made my hair stand on end."

Graceful hands closed on Harry's hands, whose nails had been bitten off in stress. "Harry, my mother walked into my father's study the day before yesterday. This, in itself, is not a strange occurrence. No, it was what she found in the study that was very... disturbing."

Harry sighed and rolled his eyes. "Tell me, Draco, oh great storyteller! What happened on that fateful day when your mother dared to enter your father's man cave?" said Harry mockingly.

"Man cave?" Draco asked with furrowed brows. "Argh! It does not matter! Listen, Harry! She found Sirius sitting on father's desk with my father between his legs."

Harry started to sputter, after which Draco hit him hard with a roll of parchment, which by now had been badly dented from the many blows from the boys.

"Harry, get your head out of the gutter! As if my father would ever have that kind of relationship with that fleabag!" Draco laughed softly and shook his head as if the thought alone was too preposterous to contemplate.

Harry folded his arms. "You still haven't told what your mother found in your father's study. For an epic storyteller you are a bit long-winded, let me guess; all your romantic stories are slow burns? For a hot scene, you first have to plow through an encyclopedia, leaving you with a boner at 4 AM that you're too tired to deal with."

Draco gave Harry a grim grin. "Believe me, a Malfoy's boner is always delicious, at any time."

Harry snorted. "I'll take it from you, forgive me if I'm not eager to experience it myself."