Joined (A Drarry Fic Not Written By Me)

Part 1: Chapter 4

*Welp, I'm bored again so... Update. By the way, every time someone comments something nice about my stories I read it and say "Eeee, they like my stories!" And then I feel all warm and fuzzy inside, so thank you so much for liking this stuff! Especially because it doesn't really have a plot... *shrugs* it's pretty much just a bunch of cute scenes that develop their relationship, but there's no overall plot in mind... 😕*

Draco hated to admit it, but he and Harry didn't fight as much. It was closer to playful arguing. Were they becoming friends? Harry hoped so, because it would be much easier for them to live together. But Draco refused to admit he was becoming friends with his enemy. He tried to tell himself he was just getting used to them being together all the time, and had accepted it, but Draco found himself becoming fond of Harry, and he hated himself for it. The way he had stuck up for him... and continued to do so, if Blaise came back(which he did a few times). Draco started wondering why he hated Harry so much anyway. He wasn't a bad person. Was Draco just sore because Harry hadn't accepted his friendship in first year? Draco now realized that you can't make friends by bashing their other friends. Or maybe it was just built into his system. Harry's mother was muggleborn, which made Harry half blood, and the Malfoys never mixed with anyone other than purebloods. But the Weasley's are purebloods, and you hate them even more, a voice whispered in his ear. "But the Weasleys associate with muggleborns and such," he said aloud.
"What?" Harry said.
"Hm? Nothing." Draco continued to think about why he was the way he was. So much in fact, that he did not notice Harry calling his name to watch out for the knight statue in front of him.
"Ouch!" Draco said.
"You okay?" Harry said, who couldn't help chuckling a bit.
"Yeah..."
"What were you thinking so hard about?"
"Thinking? I wasn't thinking," Draco said quickly.
"It's kind of hard not to think," Harry said. "For instance, I can't help thinking 'this is stupid' in Divination."
Draco forced a laugh and continued walking, which earned him a suspicious look from Harry.
Draco was grateful that his thoughts were private. If they were not, his dignity would have been ruined long ago. But a sudden burst of confidence overwhelmed him for a split second, and he thought, screw it. "Potter," he said suddenly.
"Yeah?"
"Can I call you Harry?"
Harry was so taken aback that he stopped dead, making Draco stumble. "Er... yeah, I--- I suppose," he stammered. "Why?"
"Well, I was thinking about why I hate you so much, and I couldn't really find a good answer, so I've decided we can be friends if we want, and never mind what my father says."
"Oh--- well, that's great!" Harry said, starting to walk again. "Is that why you are... how you are? Because of your father?"
"Sometimes," Draco sighed. "And other times it's just how I've been raised."
"To be a snarky git?"
Draco elbowed him. "No, just to think I'm better than other people because I'm pureblood. And it was also because I was kind of jealous of you."
"Really?" Harry said in surprise. "Why?"
Draco shrugged. "I guess all the attention you get, and always being the hero..."
"To be honest, I hate all the attention," Harry said. "And if I'm ever the hero, it's just me trying to do the right thing. For the sake of doing the right thing, not for glory."
Draco nodded. "Well, you've definitely saved a fair few in the past few years here."
"Yeah..."
"How you feel about... you know, having to defeat You-Know-Who in the end?" Draco asked cautiously.
"I dunno... I try not to think about it much. Alhough it's kind of everywhere nowadays."
"Yeah... aren't you ever scared?"
"Of course I'm scared," Harry said. "But I don't always have a choice."
They had reached their room. After they had gotten ready, they climbed into bed, their hands bound.
"Goodnight," Harry said.
"...Night," Draco said back.
Harry closed his eyes and smiled. He had said goodnight to Draco every night since they had to start sleeping together, but tonight was the first time Draco had ever answered him.

"Potter."
Harry distinctly heard his name, but decided to pretend he hadn't heard anything.
"Potter!"
The voice was slightly muffled. Harry remembered Draco, and knew he wasn't going to leave him alone. "What?"
"Your armpit is right over my face."
"Oh, is that all? Goodnight."
"Potteeer!" Draco said, who couldn't help laughing. Harry laughed too and moved his arm away.
"Finally, I can breathe. You need to start wearing deodorant."
"Who wears deodorant at night? And I thought you were going to start calling me Harry," Harry remarked.
"Well, Potter worked better in this particular case."
Harry rolled his eyes, although still smiling.
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Draco woke early the next day and tried to get up, only to be dragged down again by the still-asleep Harry's weight. He scowled. It was a pain having to take Harry with him everywhere sometimes. As he was getting back in bed, a large owl soared through an open window that had just appeared. It landed next to Draco on his bedside table. Draco took the letter that was clamped in its beak and opened it. "Oh no," he muttered. "Oh nooo..."
The owl hooted irritably, bringing him back into reality. "Oh--- sorry, thanks for the letter," Draco said quickly.
The owl hooted again with dignity and flew off. Draco read over the letter again. He didn't know what he was going to do.
Harry began to stir. "Draco, what's that?" He said sleepily, seeing the letter and Draco's horrified face. "It's from my father," Draco said weakly. "He's... he's coming here. Today."
"He is? Why?"
"He just said he wanted to make sure things were acceptable for me at the school."
"Well that's nice of him."
Draco shifted to look at him incredulously. "Harry, don't you realize? He's going to see us!"
Harrys face crumpled in confusion until Draco gave him a look and held up their bound hands.
"Oh," he said.
"God, you're so slow, Potter," Draco said, looking at the ceiling. "He's going to kill me."
"Well... can we hide all day?"
"We can try, but I bet he'll ask to see me or something. Isn't there any way we can make this less noticeable?"
Harry shook his head. "Why can't you just tell him the truth? I mean... if it means that much to you, we can separate for a few seconds again."
Draco was touched by his willingness, but shook his head. "No. You know what he's like. He won't believe it."
"He'll think you're lying?"
"I don't know... he'll be mad."
"But it's not your fault!"
"No, but I just don't think it'll go down well with him, whether it's my fault or not."
Harry shook his head. "That's insane," he said.
Draco sighed. "It's... Just how he is."