Harry bumps his knee into Draco’s thigh as he sits down.
“Who’re you spreading your legs for?” He whispers.
Draco’s cheeks flush lightly as he looks down at his hands. He meets Harry’s eyes, innocently batting his eyelashes. Harry smirks, leaning back against the sofa.
“I have pink, and I have different pink.” Harry announces, producing the two bottles of nail polish he’d borrowed from Lavender. “Your choice.”
With a smile, Draco takes both, reading the labels.
“Briar Rose.” He decides, passing them back. “You could use the other one.”
“Pink’s not really my colour.” Harry shrugs, shaking the paler pink as Lavender instructed. “More of a red man, myself.”
“You look really good in green.” Draco says, setting his hand on Harry’s knee. “I think you’d look dashing in a nice green polish.”
“What about black?” Harry suggests, bending over his lap to see Draco’s hand better. “I liked the black.”
“You looked cool.” Draco says quietly, staring at a corner of the ceiling. “Do you still have that leather jacket?”
“After what a puddle it turned you into? Yeah.” Harry grins, scraping away a smear from Draco’s cuticle.
“I think you should dress like that more often.”
“If you have any intention of ever speaking again, I don’t think I can dress like that very often.” Harry says.
“Can you blame me?” Draco mutters under his breath. Harry bites his lip.
Ron returns from dinner with Dean and Seamus.
“Aw, would you look at this?” Seamus says, grinning as he pushes the portrait closed.
“It smells like poison.” Ron complains, waving a letter to clear the air.
“It’s not that bad.” Harry says, then starts blowing on the polish so it’ll dry faster. “Where’s Hermione?”
“She said something about sending a letter to her parents up in the owlery.” Ron says as he plunks down in a nearby chair. Dean and Seamus continue on to the stairs up to the dorm. “Bet they’re going for a shag.”
“Yep!” Seamus calls over his shoulder.
“Leave the window open!” Ron shouts back.
“Who’s that from?” Harry asks, nodding at the letter.
“Oh! It’s for you.” Ron says, tossing it over. “From Lupin.”
“Remus?”
Harry rips it open quickly. This letter is somewhat longer than the last.
Harry,
Apologies for my last letter, I wanted to get the word to you quickly, but I wasn’t quite feeling myself. I’ve noticed fewer werewolf colonies, so I assume you understood my meaning.
I’m told you and your friend will be spending the summer where the motorbike left you. I’ll meet you there to make sure you get settled in alright. I’m rather surprised at your choice of companion, but perhaps my memory does not serve me well. Either way, you should be safe within the walls.
Let me know if there’s anything you want me to bring.
Moony
“He remembers me?” Draco says from where he’s reading over Harry’s shoulder. “I barely did anything in that class. I was out of class almost as often as I have been this year.”
