Accidents Happen

Chapter 9

"No." Draco muttered, looking through the laundry a few nights later. "No. No. Ugh! You've got to be bloody kinding me!"

"What's wrong, Draco?" Harry asked, looking over at him from the bed.

"The bloody house elves misplaced my laundry again." Draco sighed, sitting on the bed; feeling defeated.

"Here." Harry said, getting up and walking to his wardrobe. "Wear this." He walked back over to the bed and handed Draco a black T-shirt.

Draco held it up and saw that it had the name of a band he didn't recognize.

"What is this?" Draco asked, eyeing the lettering on the shirt. "Some sort of muggle band?"

"Well, yeah." Harry smiled. "And they have quite a few good songs."

"Ok....And why did you give me this?" Draco questioned.

"Well, you said the elves misplaced your laundry." Harry explained. "So, until they find it again, you can wear some of my old T-shirts to bed."

"Oh." Draco said. "Well, alright then. Thanks, Harry." He smiled and magiked the T-shirt onto himself. It was a little big on him, but Draco didn't mind. He found it comfortable.

Harry smiled at him, thinking Draco looked nice in his shirt.

Draco gave a kind smile in return.

"Um, say, Harry?" Draco asked, recognizing the scent from potions class. "Why does your shirt smell like cinnamon?"

"Well, that's because my aunt Petunia likes cinnamon scented candles." Harry explained. "Why do you ask?"

"Oh, no reason." He said. Bloody hell. Have I really fallen for Potter?

"Alright." Harry said. "Well, good night." He reached over and blew out the candle before crawling into bed.

"Good night, Harry." Draco crawled into bed as well and smiled to himself. He didn't know how or why it happened, but he knew deep down that he had somehow fallen for the one and only Harry James Potter.