Harry slept like a log, it was a dreamless sleep unlike many of his dreams. He rolled out of bed and fumbled for his glasses. He went about his normal daily routine and was ready for a new year of learning and most likely some dangerous quest that would bring that bit closer to death. He noted that Ron and his other fellow third years weren't up.
Dean looked like he had curled up with Seamus during the night. Maybe he had a bad dream, Harry could relate to that. The only other boy up was Mason who was styling his hair. He had his hair carelessly slicked back giving a weird rugged style. It was almost like a better looking version of Malfoy's hair. His mind wandered a bit, thinking about what Draco would look like with a hot rugged style.
His face heated, Malfoy was not hot. "Don't go questioning your sexuality again Harry!" He scolded himself. "Good morning Harry" someone said startling him. He looked up and saw mason. "Ah morning Mason" he replied. "Do you want me to show you around today?"
"Yay that would be awesome!" Mason answered. He grinned grabbing his bag. They left the dorm and headed down to the common room and out the portrait hole. They walked down to breakfast and as they did Harry became a tour guide and pointed out places and taking about them. The great hall was pretty empty for the most part.
They sat down at the table filling their plates with the delicious food. Harry had piled cinnamon rolls and bacon onto his plate. Then Harry heard some noise coming from the hall looking over to find Malfoy, Parkinson, and one of the new first years. Harry observed for a bit, it was reactionary and he didn't quite have control of his curiosity.
He watched Malfoy and Parkinson squabble and then Malfoy did the first years hair. A weird skill for him to have he thought. After a bit he remembered what he was there for and looked back to his food which he had almost completely finished. He almost jumped out of his seat when he saw a word on his right wrist in swirly writing. "What is it?" Mason asked concerned. "My soulmate tattoo, I have a new one!" Mason peered over his shoulder. "It says Motherly"
Mason noted. "How odd" Harry thought "how very odd..."
I hope you enjoyed the chapter although I am discontinuing due to lack of interest. Hope you all have a great rest of your day!
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