Put It All On Me (Drarry)

Chapter 3 - 1996

Pansy was doing Harry's nails.

He had got to be the only fly-half in all Hogwarts School's rugby history that wasn't popular.

Jocks were supposed to be popular in Hogwarts, especially rugby jocks, even more so if you played an influential role. To be fair, playing a ruthless sport didn't necessarily make Harry a jock. Popularity didn't bother Harry that much anyway.

But if he were to analyze this (thanks to Hermione), he reckoned it was 20% because of his dorky glasses he just couldn't bring himself to get rid of. The other 80% was that he didn't like anything exactly... 'masculine.' Aside from, well, rugby.

"Sure you still don't want any color?" Pansy asked with a little pout.

"Naw, not yet... But I promise I'll let you start with very light beige tones the second we graduate."

Pansy wrinkled her nose. "Graduate? We're not even done with year eleven," she whined.

Harry gave him an apologetic smile as Pansy finished off his right hand's topcoat. He loved well-manicured nails, but as a high school male student who was a wealthy trust-fund brat's target, he was only so adventurous as much as the thin transparent coat to give off nice and clean vibes.

Pansy was... one of a kind. She was not his best friend per se, but she was his bestie. To Harry, there was something slightly different between the two terms. For instance, Hermione was his best friend. Ron was his best mate. His bestie was Pansy, who got his toes done, tamed his unruly hair, commented on Quibbler Men with him, and binge-watched F‧R‧I‧E‧N‧D‧S together.

As for Draco, Harry had struggled for years to put a label on their friendship. He simply decided on nothing- just plain best.

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Saturday night and Harry couldn't sleep. He kept tossing and turning in his tiny bed. Just the thought of Draco sleeping on the floor next to him right that moment sent jitters in his stomach.

Hogwarts was a boarding school, but students could go home on weekends if they wanted. Since Harry and Remus' little cottage was frankly, directly beside Hogwarts, Harry came home with him every weekend.

Remus worked at Hogwarts. He was one of the Biology teachers- one of the best, Harry reckoned. Remus was the only teacher that didn't need to board with the rest of the staff when Harry was little. The Headmaster, Dumbledore, made sure that he was excused from after-school programs and was there to swap with Harry's babysitter at exactly four o'clock. That meant slightly crazier hours to work during the day though, hence the constant tiredness.

Harry had been glad when he started secondary school. Remus' face backtracked a couple of years in age since Harry approached year seven. Both of them boarded at Hogwarts during the school week, and Remus started some very informative and entertaining advanced after-school Biology programmes, each and every one of them which Harry signed up for.

Draco normally went home during weekends, too. A shiny limo usually waited at the entrance to chauffeur him off to the Malfoy Manor. This particular week, however, Draco had gotten into a written war with his father through letters, his dad claiming that he wasn't 'trying hard enough' to maintain his friendship with Zabini.

So he camped in Harry's room. With Remus' knowledge, of course.

It was absolutely crammed with two people all right, Harry almost had to literally throw his desk out the window for a person to fit on the floor, but Draco insisted that the thin sliver of clearing was more than enough. Draco didn't mind a bit. He had fallen silent since he curled up in the thin, ragged sheets and blankets that Remus offered him, his head fitted snugly in the battered spare pillow.