Harry's P.O.V
"You are sitting alone on a warm beach, looking out to the sea. Breathe in the fresh sea air. You become aware of your senses. You hear children laughing an-"
I open one eye. "I thought I was alone?"
"What?" Draco looks up at me. We are in the ROR. I unfold my legs and bring them to my chest.
"You said I'm alone on the beach so why are there children laughing?" I ask. Draco rolls his eyes.
"Look, do you want the meditation to work or not?" he questions.
"I mean I never really asked to do it." I answer.
"But you said you were stressed!" Draco argues.
"Draco," I start "When I say I'm stressed I mean I want you to pull me onto your lap, call me your poor baby, give me a massage and make a fuss about me."
Draco grinned. "Well now I look dumb for making you meditate."
"How about we do yoga instead?" I ask playfully. "I mean you can do a mean downward dog."
He gives an exasperated sigh. "Harry, no! We need protection, first of all and second we are fifteen!"
I pout. "Ok... sorry, Daddy."
He play-smacks me. "Come on, Potter. We'll be late for Potions."
We walk out of the ROR hand-in-hand.
