It Started With A Closet. . . A Drarry Fic (No Smut!!!)

Day Three

Harry's POV

The next morning at breakfast, Harry, instead of sitting across from Draco, plopped down right next to him.

"Morning, Draco!" he said happily.

"Harry," he greeted in return. "What's got you so joyful this morning?"

"Just wondering what I might get today is all. It's so nice that someone's doing all this just to show they care. I still can't believe I have an admirer."

"You're Harry fucking Potter," Draco said dryly. "How could you not have a secret admirer.

"I feel like, however I respond, you're going to call BS on it anyway," Harry told him.

"When did you start knowing me so well, Potter?" he asked.

He shrugged, heard hotting coming from above, and saw owls just coming into the great hall.

"Mail!" he said.

"I'm not blind or deaf; I know the mail is here."

Two things were dropped in front of Harry––the usual package and Ron and Hermione's letter back to him.

He opened the letter first.

Dear Harry,

It's wonderful that you two are getting along. He doesn't know anyone else, either, does he? It would be awful if you were both still enemies, and then only knew each other for two weeks. That wouldn't be a fun way to spend the holidays at all. Anyway, enjoy the cologne, and don't forget to write tomorrow morning.

Your friends,

Ron and Hermione

(But mostly Hermione)

Harry smiled all throughout the letter, and shook his head good-naturedly at the signage.

He looked over at Draco, who was trying not to look like he was eyeing the package, and waiting impatiently for him to open it up. Which he totally was.

"Wanna read it?" Harry handed him the letter without waiting for a response. "You know, Hermione said the other day that she was willing to be your friend. Ron too, but you can tell he's still a bit grudgey about it."

Draco, having finished read it, handed the letter back to Harry, and the latter curiously opened up his third gift, which respectively had a large number three printed on it.

A white mug, with little black lightning bolts all over it.

"Wow," Harry said with a laugh. "Lightning bolts. Original."

"What about the note?" Draco asked.

Harry rummaged around for it, eventually finding it in the mug. He read it to Draco.

"Dear Harry, I charmed this mug to never-ending drinks. All you have to do is tap your wand on the rim and say what drink you'd like, and the mug will continuously refill every time you drink from it. Tap the wand on the rim to empty it while saying, "Empty." Enjoy the hot holiday drinks. ~Anonymous. Brilliant! Oh, look, there's something else at the bottom: P.S. I accidentally mixed up hot chocolate and butterbeer, so when you say one, the other will appear."

"Try it out, then," Draco said.

Harry fished out his wand and tapped the mug's rim with it. "Butterbeer."

The mug filled with a chocolatey liquid and mini-marshmallows.

"Hm," Draco hummed as his friend took a sip and practically burned his tongue off.