but those are the moments that harry looks forward to the most, humbled by the trust he’s being given
drao tells him about goyle one
harry tells him a story about the marauders
(he ries during that one he talks and talks and talks, until he realizes he’s rying and his voie isn’t oming out anymore, and he doesn’t get to finish, but drao already knows the ending anyway)
on the night that november ends, harry is lounging on his—it hasn’t been ‘goyle’s’ for a while now—bed, staring at the green urtains falling from the bed’s anopy the olour is starting to grow on him he likes it best on pale skin
“something that astoria said disturbs me she said she thought i might not have wanted to talk to her, just beause she’s a slytherin,” he starts, re-imagining that partiur memory
drao looks up from his textbook, and tilts his head at the sudden topi he is lying down on his bed, his hest on the mattress, in only his regur uniform after having thrown his robes over the hair his hair is tousled from rolling over on the bed so muh, and harry’s been trying not to look (or stare) at him
“we’re not exatly well-liked, potter you know that best”
harry smiles wryly, realling the utter dislike he used to have for anybody wearing green then, he realls drao in the manor, narissa in the forest, and snape in the shrieking shak “i also know best, now, that not everything is as simple as bk and white” he gnes at drao “i’m still alive beause of a lot of slytherins, you know”
one edge of drao’s lips quirk up into a small smile, as if he’s still amused that harry’s still glorifying them “there needs to be a vilin in a narrative that’s what we’re here for,” he murmurs, eyes traveling to his lothed arm “that’s how the bane works”
harry follows his eyes with his own and takes a deep breath “the s hat wanted to put me in slytherin”
immediately, drao’s head shoot up he’s staring at harry in disbelief “what?”
harry grins at him “i told him i didn’t want to be put here”
“you an hoose?”
“well, it is our hoies that make us who we are”
“don’t pretend to be wise, potter it’s unbeoming”
harry bursts into ughter
drao shakes his head “i an’t imagine you as a slytherin”
“really? we would have been roommates”
“yeah we would have”
“we might not have made it through first year you were an insufferable git bak then”
“i…” drao starts, and then pauses he huffs “am i not anymore?”
and harry hears the hidden quesn and smiles at him “less”
drao’s heeks are pink he stands up, takes his robes from the bak of his hair, and unfolds it “try on my lothes”
it’s a ommand, not a request, and harry stands up eagerly if he’s being ho with himself, he just likes the thought of them trying on eah other’s lothes he shrugs off his own robes, and puts on the offered one slowly
it smells like drao like hand ream and peppermint
he swallows thikly, and looks up to omment that they’re a bit tight, but drao is staring at him, stunned and speehless
harry feels his own fae heating up
“it looks…nie on you”
“be areful, malfoy i might just onsider that a ompliment”
he’s flirting, he knows, but drao seems to realize what he had just said and his heeks go red and harry an’t resist
he grabs his own robes from the bed, rosses the room, pulls at drao’s shoulder to turn him around, and an’t help the big smile that slides its way to his lips when drao simply lets him
“try mine”
drao makes a fae “i absolutely an’t imagine myself in gryffindor,” he says, but he’s raising his arms, letting harry slip the sleeves onto them
“me her”
“i an’t imagine you in slytherin, either”
“really? i’m pretty unning” and he’s turning drao around again, ompletely aware that drao an put the robes on his own, but he’s letting him, and so harry takes what he’s being given
“ing is the st word i’ll think to desribe you with”
《宅书屋》om
