Drarry Story

Chapter 11.

Draco's POV

I woke up to see I was wrapped around Harry. I looked at the clock. It read 7:14 am. I slowly got up trying not to wake Harry. I walked to the door and opened it quietly. I walked down stairs and saw Hermione reading on the couch next to the fire place.

"Good morning Draco," she smiled, "Did you sleep well?"

"I slept fine thank you." I smiled and she smiled back, "Can you wake up Harry in about 10 minutes and tell him to get dressed in the clothes I picked out for him and tell him to meet me in the Great Hall.

"Yeah of course." Hermione said.

"Thank you, have a Merry Christmas. Tell Ron and Ginny I said bye." I said as I kissed Hermione's cheek.

"Will do. Merry Christmas Draco." Hermione waved as I left the Gryffindor common room.

I walked down to my room in the the Slytherin house. I threw some clothes in my suitcase and put in my toothbrush and other essentials. Once I packed everything I needed. I then changed into dress shirt and black skinny jeans. I walked through the Great Hall waiting for Harry.

"Good morning Mr.Malfoy." Dumbledore smiled warmly.

"Good morning Professor Dumbledore." I smiled back.

"Who are you waiting for?" He asked.

"Oh I'm waiting for Harry Potter." I hesitated for a moment.

"Is he going to Malfoy Manor for the break?" He asked not seeming to be fazed by the I was waiting for Harry.

"Yes, how did you know?" I asked suspiciously.

"I have noticed a new relationship blossoming between you two. Your friend groups are merging and you have been interacting positively towards each other." Dumbledore said.

"Well yes a positive relationship has formed between Harry and I." I said trying to be as formal as possible.

"Are you and Harry a couple?" He asked, I was surprised by this question. Usually teachers don't ask for this sort of information.

"Y-yes." I stuttered.

"How lovely. Well I best be going I wish a Merry Christmas to you, Harry, and your family." Dumbledore smiled and walked away.

"Hey Draco, I'm ready. Your as pale as ever. Are you okay." Harry ran up to me.

"I just told Dumbledore we are dating." I looked at Harry.

"And? I don't see why that would make you even paler than you already are." Harry didn't really care if anyone knew about us.

"Our minds work differently. I am afraid people will judge me. They already do but know one can judge you. Your a golden boy." I said.

"Don't call me a golden boy. I haven't been treated like a golden boy until I turned eleven. I've been treated like a slave for eleven years." Harry said a little annoyed.

"Let's just get to the train." I said.

Harry and I walked to the train station. We made it right on time. We stepped into the train and entered a compartment. I sat down and Harry sat next to me. He laid his head on my shoulder.

"You look nice." I said.

"You're only saying that because you picked out my clothes for me." He said.

"That and you are a very handsome young man." I smirked

"Did you just call me a young man." He asked.

"Yup. Now I need to teach you a few things." I said.

"But it's the break." Harry jokingly whined.

"Ha ha. I need to teach you some proper manners. For example having good posture and knowing how to arrange your silverware." I said.

"So how do you arrange your silverware?" Harry asked.

"Forks go on the left of the dinner plate, with the salad fork -- the shorter one -- as the leftmost fork, followed by the dinner fork. A knife sits at the right of the plate, blade facing toward the plate. A teaspoon sits next to the knife, followed by a soup spoon." I said in one breath.

"Okay, do I need to know anything else? Harry asked.

"My dad is going to question a lot. If you don't know the answer to something say "I am uninformed about that subject" or "I don't believe I remember learning about that subject." I said.

Harry snuggled up closer with me. I kissed his forehead and held his hand. His hands were freezing.

"Blimey Harry your as cold as a dead body." I exclaimed.

"Shush, I am trying to sleep." Harry said.

Quickly Harry dozed off and the compartment grew silent. I looked out the window to see snow falling across the fields.