Piece of Your Heart ✔️

Chapter 11

As Harry towel dried his hair, he was amazed at what Draco's hair products had done for him. His hair felt so much better. With regular usage, maybe he could actually tame it.

He checked the counter for clothes and rolled his eyes at their absence. Draco must've left them on his bed. Harry firmly tied the towel around his waist and headed back to his room.

His room was empty when he got there, but true to his word Draco had left him clothes. Although they didn't appear to be his. Harry wasn't complaining though. He picked up the shirt and inhaled it's scent. He didn't know why everything about Draco made him feel so euphoric.

Harry brushed it off as being excited that someone related so much to him. Draco didn't expect anything of Harry. He had never really cared about who Harry was destined to be. They just teased each other for the most part, as children do. Harry could always depend on Draco for that.

Even now, he absolutely loved continuing their banter. Harry loved Draco's unpredictability. As far as he could tell, there was nothing he didn't like about the other man.

After getting changed, Harry stared at himself in the mirror, turning this way and that. He smiled at how the shirt covered his frame, and he absolutely loved the green color. There was something familiar about the shade, but Harry couldn't put his finger on it.

He walked across the hall to Draco's room, and smiled at the sight of him happily reorganizing his wardrobe.

"Did I choose alright?"

"Salazar Harry who needs a bell now?!"

"Still you."

Harry pushed off the door frame and entered the room. The atmosphere of the room already felt nicer.

"What are you smiling for?"

"The atmosphere is nicer in here already. I like it."

Draco looked over his shoulder at Harry and grinned.

"Thank you."

"Why am I wearing pajama pants again?"

"You wanted a lazy day. So we're gonna have a lazy day."

Harry pushed his damp hair off his forehead and smiled.

"Okay."

"Did you try brushing that? And why did you grab this outfit out of everything in my closet?"

"You wore it a lot. You pull it off quite well. And no I didn't try brushing it. I told you I broke my brush."

"Did you try summoning it?"

"It's in pieces who knows where it'll be coming from."

"Sit on the middle of the bed."

Harry did as told and watched as Draco rifled in a drawer, until he pulled out a comb.

"I take no responsibility if that breaks."

"Merlin Harry we're wizards. It's enchanted, and if it does break you can fix it with magic."

"You think that would've sunk in by now."

Draco sat on his bed, with his back against his headboard.

"Scoot back into me."

Harry did as told, and lightly hummed as Draco combed through his hair.

"See look your hair already feels so much better."

"Where have you been all of my life?"

"Waiting for you to decide you wanted to be my friend."

"I thought about it you know."