Stuck Together; In Love (Drarry)

Chapter 3

Harry POV

I. Cannot. Believe. This. I'm cuddling Malfoy. Of all people, MALFOY! His arm is wrapped around me. Why-?Wait, why am I in a bed with him? Oh. Right. Yesterday's events- I can't believe I'm stuck holding hands with him for two weeks. Actually, it's not that bad, just as long as he cooperates.

I'm starving. When is he going to wake up?  Should I wake him up? I don't know how. I would shake him awake in the most aggressive way I could, but we're supposed to be getting along. Does he always sleep this late? I thought he got up early.

"Malfoy?" I whispered.

"Mh?" Was his muffled reply.

"Malfoy." I repeated

"What?" Finally, an actual answer.

"I'm starving! Can you get up so I can?"

"Potter, it's too early."

"Breakfast is going to start in half an hour."

"Why didn't you wake me sooner?!"

"I woke up five minutes ago."

"Whatever. We need to get up, I need to do my hair."

"Your hair is the least of our worrys. How are we going to change?"

"I didn't think about that."

"I'm going to assume McGonagall didn't either. How will this work?"

"Well, seeing as we are both right handed, but you can't use yours, I have to help you."

"That's just awkward."

"That makes the two of us. Let's hurry up and get this over with."

I can't believe he had to see me naked. I hate that I'll have to get used to this. Wait a minute- damn it. We could have used a spell, couldn't we? I'd rather not tell Draco that. But just a thought. He practically dragged me to the Great Hall after that whole situation. He stopped just before walking in.

"Who's friends are we sitting with?" He asked.

"Er, I don't know. What if we rotated?"

"What do you mean by that?"

"I mean like, this morning, we go to one group of friends, and then at lunch, we go to the others. Dinner, we'll go back to the one group. Then tomorrow would be the opposite."

"That sort of makes sense. But, seeing as those words are coming out of YOUR mouth, I'm surprised."

"Malfoy, I know that teasing me is a habit for you, but this," -I held up our hands- "Is so we get along. Although I don't think it was necessary. Now, who's friends are we sitting with?"

"Yours. As much as I hate Gryffindors, I know they are more accepting than Slytherins. Let's go."

He dragged me inside. As soon as the doors were open, we got many stares and whispers. I know Malfoy was stressing a lot about this yesterday, but now, he doesn't seem to mind. I, on the other hand, am very uncomfortable.

He immediately starts walking to the Gryffindor group. Most people knew about it, and since my friends were all in the same year, they were at the game last night. I tried to get some food, but I was using my left hand. Malfoy must have known disaster would strike, because he surprisingly helped me.

"What do you want on your plate?" He asked.

"Hm, pancakes sound good."

"Alright. Bacon?"

"Sure."

"Anything else?"

"No, that's alright."

"What would you like to drink?"