Harry sent an Instagram friend request to Draco Malfoy the night before they had to return for Hogwarts Eighth Year, they start talking and VideoChatting as friends. Will it ever be more than that?
-> FOR SOME REASON THEY ALL HAVE PHONES AND SOCIAL...
Grinning slightly, Draco closed the Charms textbook he was supposed to be writing an essay on and opened SnapChat.
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Dork, he thought fondly. The blonde glanced a glimpse of himself in the mirror opposite his bed. He had been lounging around in his and Blaise's dorm. Alone, since Blaise was doing god knows what with someone, probably Pansy.
Deeming himself acceptable, even though Harry couldn't give a rats arse about how he looked, he agreed.
DracoMalfoyy: Sure! Xxx
He burst out laughing when Harry accepted the VideoChat with the goofiest facial expression.
"If this was a booty call, I don't know if that's turning me on enough." He joked, leaning his chin in a pale hand.
"You wound me, darling." Harry replied in a heavily posh accent, throwing a hand over his heart. "Is my dashing personality not cutting it for you?!"
"Okay sure, and where's this 'dashing personality' been hiding?" Draco hummed, using the hand he wasn't using to hold his phone in to make quotation symbols in the air.
"In my pants." The dark haired boy smirked without missing a beat, "Wanna come find it?"
Draco rolled his eyes, "Seriously, whats up?"
"Can I not just want to see how my boyfriends doing without needing a reason?" Harry said cheekily.
"I'm doing Charms homework." The blonde answered in a dull tone, "Wanna help me out?"
Harry blinked, "I think we're gonna have to break up." Then, just to be clear he was joking, blew a kiss into the camera.
Draco cracked up laughing and stuck his tongue out at the camera.
"I can hear you laughing without the phone." Harry deadpanned.
"That's not my fault!" He defended, "Your room is literally one wall away from me!"
"Oh my god, if I knew you were going to have this much sexual tension I would've just told you about the party myself!" A voice said that wasn't in the view of the camera.
Harry angled the phone to a bed next to his where a fed up Ron Weasley lay on it, surrounded by papers yet on his phone, probably texting Hermione.
"Shut up, Ron." Harry said.
"I'm stuck with the homework too, Draco." The ginger boy said, "Hermione's saying she won't help me."
"I'll ask Pansy to look at her notes and send them on later." Draco grinned, speaking louder than he was since Ron was no longer in the shot.
"You're a saint!" Ron's muffled voice came through.
"What party?" The blonde asked, now that the topic of homework was out of the way.
