Two hours later, though very out of breath, Harry caught the boy who had been running through the manner like a child before a sprinkler. As Draco kept fidgeting with his hair, as he tried to organize it, Harry continually ruined it.
"MOTHER! MOOOTHER!" Draco cried in an attempt to get a 'get out of Harry's arms' free card. Draco kept shouting for a few minutes before Narcissa poked her head around the door with newly woken eyes.
"WELL?!?"
"Draco, you can take care of yourself."
"BUT MY HAIR!" The protest was weak but still evident.
"Draco, you can take care of yourself." Narcissa repeated before stumbling back to her room. Draco and Harry lay bewildered on the floor for a moment. Draco because his mother ignored his pleas, and Harry because Narcissa always seemed like an extremely nitpicky and organized person when it came to her appearance.
"HA!" Harry said before ruffling Draco's hair and running out of the room in the hope of another good chase.
"HARRY POTTER I WILL GET YOU!" Draco cried as he ran forth, brandishing his hairbrush again and following the gentle thumping of Harry's feet.
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Parsletongue Boners
FanfictionHarry and Draco are 8th year dorm buddies. Draco has a thing for parsletongue, Harry happens to speak it fluently and discovers Draco's little kink. Can they have a relationship with their pasts and a future with their differences?
