Awwww, what a lovely and offentimes hilarious read! It was a fitting idea for the 8th years to share the dorm and to get along except for some minor incidents. Loved Harry and Draco having a relationship already, but I felt sad for poor Draco not getting a declaration of love in return and instantly thinking the worst of it. Luckily his petty idea to steal Harry's glasses didn't cause any real trouble. Thank goodness Harry set him right in the end, and made clear the feeling was mutual. And lol clever!Hermione.
So what if he wanted to have something with Harry’s smell all over it next to him? Draco could still be sentimental and cross with Harry at the same time.
Draco reckoned his father would be proud. Actually, he wouldn't, Draco corrected himself. He’d be bloody disgusted. And then proud. Maybe.
Harry had a Gryffindor scarf, but Draco was pretty sure even Harry would rather not go through his adult life wearing it. Indeed, this was just the first step in Draco’s plan to revamp Harry’s entire wardrobe before Weasley’s mother thought to do the same.
Wearing a hideous new jumper (Weasley's mother had clearly stolen a march on him, Draco thought crossly), Harry walked into the common room with Weasley at his elbow.
“Hey, whose are these?” All eyes swivelled round to the door leading off to the boys' rooms, where Greg stood holding a pair of glasses. Fuck, fuck, fuck! Draco was sure he’d left Harry’s glasses under his bed. How the hell did they manage to find their way into Greg’s hand? "Hey, those are Harry's!" Weasley said from the sofa, standing and nearly stumbling over Granger in his haste. "What are you doing with them?" He yanked the glasses from Greg's hands and inspected them carefully. Satisfied, he handed them down to Harry. Shut up, shut up, shut up, Draco thought as hard as he could at Greg. Sadly, Greg wasn't psychic. "I dropped my wand on the floor of my room and it rolled under Draco's bed. That's where I found them." All eyes save Granger's turned towards Draco. "When we're finished with opening presents, who wants to sing some carols?" she asked in an overly loud yes-I'm-changing-the-subject voice. Draco blushed to the roots of his hair.
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Date: 2012-01-24 12:41 pm (UTC)So what if he wanted to have something with Harry’s smell all over it next to him? Draco could still be sentimental and cross with Harry at the same time.
Draco reckoned his father would be proud. Actually, he wouldn't, Draco corrected himself. He’d be bloody disgusted.
And then proud. Maybe.
Harry had a Gryffindor scarf, but Draco was pretty sure even Harry would rather not go through his adult life wearing it. Indeed, this was just the first step in Draco’s plan to revamp Harry’s entire wardrobe before Weasley’s mother thought to do the same.
Wearing a hideous new jumper (Weasley's mother had clearly stolen a march on him, Draco thought crossly), Harry walked into the common room with Weasley at his elbow.
“Hey, whose are these?” All eyes swivelled round to the door leading off to the boys' rooms, where Greg stood holding a pair of glasses.
Fuck, fuck, fuck! Draco was sure he’d left Harry’s glasses under his bed. How the hell did they manage to find their way into Greg’s hand?
"Hey, those are Harry's!" Weasley said from the sofa, standing and nearly stumbling over Granger in his haste. "What are you doing with them?" He yanked the glasses from Greg's hands and inspected them carefully. Satisfied, he handed them down to Harry.
Shut up, shut up, shut up, Draco thought as hard as he could at Greg.
Sadly, Greg wasn't psychic. "I dropped my wand on the floor of my room and it rolled under Draco's bed. That's where I found them."
All eyes save Granger's turned towards Draco. "When we're finished with opening presents, who wants to sing some carols?" she asked in an overly loud yes-I'm-changing-the-subject voice.
Draco blushed to the roots of his hair.
:D