Old Habits Complicate New Ones (a Drarry fanfic) [Discont. Again]

How to Keep a Secret

In the morning, the boys woke up side by side. Harry rose first, yawning and stretching. His hair looked the same as it did before: a total mess. He looked to the boy who still sat on the ground, and while he slept he smiled. Harry thought it was cute but had to wake the other boy up anyways.

Squatting down, he said, "Draco... Wake up." The brunette gently nudged him. Though the act was small, the Slytherin's reaction was not.

"Who in th-!" Harry jumped in surprise, causing him to lose balance and fall onto Draco, but also covered the boy's mouth, hushing him. A blush began to cover both of their faces as they realized the situation. Harry let out a small laugh and sat back on his heels, holding out his hand for the blonde to take it.

As Draco took it and began sitting up, he lost balance and fell forward onto his friend. This position was even worse then the other.

The Slytherin was on top of the Gryfindor, his hand accidentally pinned above him as he laid on the ground. Draco's face was an inch from his friend's, and his legs straddled the boy to the ground. Harry looked up at the blonde, a dark blush covering his cheeks. He turned his face to the side - as if he could hide-, which, to Draco, was irresistable in a way he couldn't quite explain.

Harry's eyes widened suddenly at a touch on his thigh. Since Draco's hands were above the brunette's head, the boy slowly asked, "Th-that's your...?"

"W-wand! Uhm, my wand," Draco said hurriedly while standing up. He covered himself with his robes. "We must go. Classes may have already started..." he said. Harry stood up and followed Draco out of the broom closet. The boys gave each other one last look before they headed to their dorms.

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"Mornin'," called Ron when he sat on the couch opposite of Harry. Thankfully for him, he had gotten to the dorm just before the first Gryfindors woke up. "How late were you out?" the red head asked, yawning.

"To tell you the truth, I just came up here about half an hour ago," he replied, smiling as he recalled the events of the last 8 hours.

"And you didn't get caught?" Ron asked with curiosity.

"Not at all, obviously. I may have slept in a broom closet," he said as his cheeks turned a gentle pink. Ron gave him a questioning look until Hermione came down.

"Good Morning," she said with a smile on her face. She ruffled Harry's hair and then stopped. "I don't mean to sound weird, but you smell different. You smell like mint and oranges... And it's almost like I recognize that smell," she said, thanking. "Hmm... Can't place it." She plopped down beside Ron who kissed her cheek and wrapped his arm around her. Harry thought about what it'd be like if he could do that with someone.

Giving away to his thoughts, he sighed, smiled, and sunk into the couch.

"Oi, bread head," Ron called. "Who charmed you last night?"

"No one," Harry said. "I'm heading to breakfast now. I'll see you later." And with that he got his books and went to the Great Hall.

"He's not acting..." Hermione mummbled to her self for a moment. "Merlin's Beard, Ron, I know it!" She said, jumping up with excitement. He gave her an odd look and thought to himself, 'Lovely, now she's lost it too.' "Mint and orange... It's Draco Fucking Malfoy!"

Ron nearly fell off the couch, muttering about how his friend had gone mad once again.