The Binding Potion- A Drarry Fanfiction

The Binding Potion- Chapter Four

Harry's P.O.V (Monday)

I can't believe it. Malfoy apologized to Hermione! Ron looks about as shocked as me. Maybe the git really is changing for the better. After the binding potion fiasco, I thought I was foolish for believing Malfoy would change to be a better person, but maybe I was mistaken.

The rest of the meal had gone surprisingly smoothly. Malfoy's apology really soothed the tensions between him and the rest of the 8th years. He doesn't say much but his silence is comfortable, not awkward like it was when we first sat down. Slowly, people began to filter out of the Great Hall to go to their dorms, the library, or wherever. Once Hermoine finishes her meal, she too stands up to leave. Ron does the same.

"Well, Harry, I think we'll be off. I really need to get to the library and finish my Transfiguration homework," Hermoine states.

"Transfiguration? But that's not due till next Monday! Blimey Hermoine do you ever rest?" Ron quizzes.

"I rest when there is nothing else on my plate. Not everyone procrastinates like you dear." Hermoine jokes playfully.

Ron rolls his eyes with a fake sarcastic annoyed look and Hermoine giggles. I can't help but smile. Ron and Hermione are getting along really well. I wish I could say the same about Ginny and I. We have been distancing ourselves from each other since the summer and I had hoped going back to Hogwarts would fix it, but so far not so good. We barely even speak. This thought saddens me and it must reflect on my face as I can see Hermoine throwing a confused glance my way. I give her a, probably unconvincing, smile to let her know I am fine. Her concerned gaze lingers a little longer but she says nothing about her possible suspicions.

"Well, I'll see you later Harry and, I guess, you to Malfoy," Hermoine states with a hint of amusement in her voice.

Malfoy simply nods to her as she leaves before turning to me and asking,

"Well, I have homework I need to do back in our room and, assuming teachers actually give you homework, you do too, so let's go."

There we go, he's back to his usual gittish self again. Merlin, I can't read this guy.

We make our way back to our room, grab our quills and ink, parchment, books, and plop down on the floor by the glass table with our backs to the fire. As expected, trying to write with your hands locked to someone else's is quite an issue and it isn't long before bickering breaks out between Malfoy and I once again.

"Stop elbowing me you prat!" Malfoy hisses.

"It's not my fault you got lucky with having you good hand to write while I don't! Stop complaining." I hiss right back.

Eventually, we begin to work out a system that allows us to at least tolerate each other and work silently into the night. By the time around 10:00PM hits, I finish more homework then I would have ever been able too alone. Malfoy yawns and stretches, while accidentally lifting my hand up along with him, and says:

"I think I'm done for today. Quite frankly I'm exhausted and since we are attached, you just have to come along to bed with me."

Once again a pink tinge colored Malfoy's pale skin because of what, I can only imagine, to be a result of the fact he was embarrassed by this predicament. He began to make his way over to the bed before I stop him and ask:

"Aren't we going to change into pajamas?"

"Oh.. yeah, right." Malfoy mutters.

We make our way over to the wardrobe that kept our clothes and pull out our night-wear. I can't help but notice how expensive Malfoys pajamas look, being made of what looked like a purple satin, which made my striped pajamas look like I had gotten them out of the rubbish.

"Geez, those pajamas look as though they would cost half the gold in my Gringotts vault," I joke, trying to lighten the mood a bit.

He says nothing, but I see a small grin appear on his lips.

We start to change and I notice Malfoy is acting very strange. He seems to be hellbent on keeping his eyes on the opposite side of the room and seems to be hiding his right arm in front of him. That is when I remember he still must have the Dark Mark. I feel sympathy rise in my chest and I want to say something but I know it would only end in an argument that I, frankly, didn't feel like having right now. Instead, I decide to express my appreciation for his apology to Hermoine today as it was really cool and did mean alot to me.

"Hey, uhh... Malfoy"

"Yeah"

"I... I just wanted to say how cool it was of you to apologize to Hermione like that. I'm sure she really appreciated it."

Malfoy is silent for a little bit before replying:

"I owed it to her. I had come to the realization that the whole pureblood hierarchy thing is bullshit over the summer and it really made me realize what a git I was in my earlier years."

"Yeah, you were a git," I joke as I playfully punch him in the arm.

He rolls his eyes dramatically and sarcastically at my words and I chuckle in response. I cann't help but grin at the amusing situation playing out before my eyes. The very fact that Malfoy and I are able to joke with each other was something I never would have expected. The light-hearted feeling of the room soon turns awkward though as we make our way to the bed, realizing we had to figure out a sleeping situation.

"Well, do you sleep on your side, back, or stomach?" I ask awkwardly.

"Uhh.. side," Malfoy responds in an uncomfortable tone.

"Me too... I guess we'll just have to sleep on our sides facing each other since the only other comfortable option would involve one persons arm to be under the other which would result in spooning, in which, I believe neither of us want"

Malfoy's face turns beat red at the mention of spooning. I can't blame him since I am embarrassed as well. We climb into the king-sized canopy bed and slip under the sheets. I have to bite my lip to stop myself from laughing when I see Malfoy cocoon himself in the giant, grey comforter. I had always imagined he would sleep spread out over the whole bed taking up enough space to fill his oversized ego. Well, it's not like I often imagine how Mafloy slept... that would be strange. I spread the comforter over me and tried to find a comfortable way to lay.

"Oi, Potter, stop squirming," Malfoy hisses quietly, sounding annoyed.

"Well I'm sorry, It's not like I'm used to sleeping with my hand connected to someone else," I whispered grumpily back.

Silence follows my last comment and I finally find a comfortable position to lie in. With the sound of Malfoys soft breathing in the background, I quickly drift off to sleep.