snakes and lions

Chapter 6

The bedroom was split - half with Gryffindor red and gold and the other with Slytherin green and silver. Harry and Draco each had a double bed to themselves and to Harry's surprise, their trunks had already been delivered. It was evening by the time that Harry decided to explore what little room they had. He had been reading a book about Quidditch he found by the fire all afternoon and he had only just realised how quick time had flown.

Draco was in the bathroom when Harry entered the room. He changed into his night clothes when he saw something that caught his eye. The door to their ensuite bathroom was ajar, and open enough that Harry could see Draco change his shirt. The Slytherin's smooth, pale, icy skin stretched over his fully revealed back muscles. Who knew that a boy who looked so thin and scrawny under his school uniform could be so muscular in real life?

Draco turned around and Harry saw a glimpse of his muscular front. "What are you looking at, Potter?" spat Draco, before Harry had time to look away. And without a moments hesitation, Draco emerged from the bathroom wearing nothing but a bath towel. Harry blushed slightly at his comment. "Nothing," he replied. Draco leant in close to Harry, close enough that Harry could smell his minty breath.
"Thought so," replied Draco. They started at eachother for a small moment longer.
'Was Malfoy trying to- to flirt with me?' Harry thought. But Draco turned around and the moment had gone.

He opened his trunk to get changed into his night clothes as well, and soon the two boys were both in bed. The Slytherin was reading some book that Harry could not see the title of, and the black haired Gryffindor was using his wand to levitate items around the room playfully.
"Stop that," snapped Draco
"Stop what?"
"That,"
"What? This?"
Harry levitated the glass of water by his bed to hover just above Draco's head, but he was too quick for the Gryffindor. He snatched the glass out of the air, spilling no water, and placed it back on the table.
"Nice try, Potter," he sneered.

Harry put his wand down and pulled the covers over his chest. Just before he drifted into a sleep, he thought he heard Draco whispering something from the other side of the room. "Goodnight Potter."