The Beauty In Us - Drarry.

~chapter 8.

CHAPTER:
"DIMWIT."

soundtrack: honeypie - jawny
"Don't you stop till you get enough, oh honey, honey pie."

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Draco looked in awe,

His eyes glistened with delight as his eyes explored the spacious room.

Even at the beds and how comfortable they looked,
he'd expected quite low standards, because obviously it's a muggle hotel.

Harry was just opening the bathroom, when He made a gasping noise.

Draco looked at him in utter confusion.

"What?" he asked irriated, for no reason at all.

"I have a bathtub!" Harry bragged excitedly.

"What?!" Draco replied as if stunned.

"No fair, I've got this thing with some kind of bottle head." draco whined.

"That's called a shower, you dimwit." Harry laughed rudely.

Draco jumped across the bed and over to look at the bathroom Harry had gotten on his bed side.

He looked at the bathtub and shoved Harry out the way,

"Well Potter, too bad because I'm using this." Draco cooed. attempting to get in but failing miserably.

"What? you can't do that, go use the shower!" Harry yelled arrogantly, pulling Draco out of the way.

"Yes I can!" draco yelled, and slowly this argument turned into a wrestling session.

Both of them for fighting under the door frame, shoving eachother and not allowing either of them to get in.

"Well can't we share?" Harry began.

"Like I can go in first?-" Harry acknowledged.

"That's never going to happen!" Draco scoffed, still trying to get into the bathroom.

Harry got in the bathroom before Draco and shoved the door shut,

Draco heard a giggle of playful laughter, which made Draco go silent, a pink tinge appeared on his cheeks.

What was wrong with him? It was absurd.

Anyways, Draco absolutely loathed Harry.

Wait what were there fighting over again?

Er- yeah, about the bathroom.

Draco finally snapped back to his senses.

"Potter, you bloody arse, get the Hell out right now." Draco hissed angrily.

"No can do." Harry sneered with a laugh.

Draco sighed, as his eyes felt weary.

thus looking at the door in defeat.

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Harry got out of the bathroom ten minutes later, placing a towel to dry on the chair, and unlocked the door room.

"Where are you going?" Draco asked genuinely.

"None of your business, why do you care anyway?" harry asked rudely and slammed the door.

Draco then realized that harry had gone off to the carnival.

Draco was puzzled on how to figure out to turn out the light.

He decided to leave it be.

He stumbled and almost tripped on his way out the door.

He reached the hotel lobby where dumbledore was standing with McGonagall and the others.