The King and His Queen ~ Finished

Friends Will Be Friends

You know the warnings. Don't like? Don't read. The title was inspired by the song Friends Will Be Friends made by Queen.

Letters/diary
Parsletongue

Harry set the paints down and found a blank canvas. He got out a brush and made a ward around his room, not wanting anyone to disturb him. The wizard knew exactly what to paint, the image already in his mind. The only sound was his quiet breathing and the rasp of the brush on the canvas. He did this for a few hours, until his door was knocked on. This startled him, but luckily, he didn't mess anything up. Harry stood up and opened the door, it was Remus.

"You're alive, good. You missed diner." The boy frowned, he flicked his wrist and the painting changed. It would be a shame for Moony to see his art.

"Sorry, I didn't realize." The werewolf rolled his eyes,

"Well Draco is bringing you food. I wanted to make sure you are ok." The blonde appeared behind him,

"Hey, Potter. You can thank me later for making sure you don't starve." He barged in and set the tray of food down, there was enough for two. Draco plopped down on his bed,

"I'll just leave you two to talk." Remus muttered and closed the door, Harry sighed and removed the spell.

"Ohhh, hiding the painting from him. Is it naughty or something?"

"No, not really. He would have freaked out though. A mad Remus is a bad Remus." Draco grinned,

"Who's it for?"

"Tom. He asked me to paint him something, so I am."

"You always listen to him, don't you? You're an equal, not his follower."

"I know. I just want to make him happy, his life hasn't exactly been all sunshine and rainbows." Harry picked up the goblet filled with pumpkin juice. "You didn't drug this, right?"

"Of course not. You can trust me, I swear." The boy nodded and drank from it,

"I need you to do something for me."

"This doesn't sound good. What is it?"

"Well, you're already on my bed so why not-"

"Harry! That's totally inappropriate!" The blonde hissed,

"What are you talking about? I just wanted you to pose so I can get the body right." Draco blushed,

"I thought you were suggesting something else." Harry cocked his head,

"I was considering being with you for a while. Tom actually wanted me to."

"Seriously?"

"Yeah. He told me right before he left, saying I should be with someone my age."

"I wouldn't have minded, I mean it's not like you're ugly-" Harry cut him off with a groan,

"Be quiet. Just relax for me." He walked forward and started to put Draco into position,

"Are you trying to make me feel uncomfortable?" He grumbled,

"No, stay like that." Draco was glaring harshly. He was sitting down, legs almost brought to his chest. The blonde's right leg crossed over the left. His hands were crossed over each other.