Drarry; the last horcrux

Chapter 28

Draco is already getting tired of those not-so-innocent dreams he keeps having about Harry.
It's been three days since their last meet-up, and Draco now finds himself thinking about the raven-haired Gryffindor every time he isn't talking.
He started to put up silencing charms around his bed. Just in case some of his dreams took a little too far.
That's the reason he was flustered, the last time he and Harry had meet up, he couldn't look at Harry without thinking about his dream. Draco didn't even know he had such a dirty mind, he always thought that was Pansy.

Harry and Draco had agreed to meet up today, to combine their plans and set a date to break into the ministry. It must be a weekend, Draco thought. People would get suspicious if they would miss class together.

Draco walks to the Great tower, they decided to meet up in the secret Malfoy room again, instead of in the library. It was safer to discuss the more important matters there, in case there were some curious ears listening to there conversation.

It was Saturday today, so they didn't have to wait till after classes.
Draco opened the cupboard and walked inside, stepping over the broken, dusty brooms to the portrait of his two-times-great-grandmother.
Axabras he muttered.
He didn't like it that the password was the name of a man he despised so much, but he didn't know how to change it, so he mostly quickly muttered it. Although that didn't help against the hateful thoughts the name summoned.

When he walked in, Harry was already comfortably sitting on the cough. Frowning slightly over some parchment, one leg folded under his bum and one leg laying casually on the small table next to the cough. He was nibbling on the end of his quill and let out a sigh.

Draco realized he had been staring and flushed, hoping that Harry wouldn't look up now.
When he thought his cheeks had a normal color again, he sat down next to him, on the same cough, just to see Harry's reaction.

Harry jumped slightly at the sudden movement of the cough, and looked up.
'Hey.' Harry says and sighs again, spreading the parchment out over the larger table in front of the cough.
He must've moved the cough, because Draco is sure it had stood in the middle of the room, the last time he was here.

'Hey.' Draco replies.

'Where did this room come from?' Harry asks. Draco hadn't been expecting that question, he thought Harry would go straight to the point, but he didn't mind it, maybe they would stay friends after all this, if they made a little chat sometimes.

'The Malfoys are a very old family.
Slytherins second student was a Malfoy, she claimed this room, when she found it by accident. She charmed it and put a painting as entrance.'
Draco explains, recalling his fathers words.
'Not the painting that hangs there now, that one is far too young, my grandfather replaced the original one.'
Draco felt strange, telling Harry all those things.
It wasn't even anything personal, but Draco wasn't usually talking much about himself, not even to his parents, or Blaise, or Pansy.

'Impressive, are there other family's with an own room?' Harry asks interested.

'Possibly, but most of them showed their room to too many people and the headmaster took their room.'
Draco said, thinking about a hufflepuff in mothers year, who had showed his room to all his housemates.