My Boy

This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoat Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.

Chapter Thirteen:

I wake up to a sound emanating from my wand and I am glad that this morning Harry and I will be able to take our time getting ready for classes, as well as eating breakfast. I let Harry sleep in as I head to his bathroom, preparing myself for my morning routine. I start the shower as I strip off my clothes.

First I use the loo as the sound of the shower makes the urgency behind my full bladder even more urgent. After washing my hands I get into the shower, standing beneath the warm water. I let the water rush over me as I organize all the things I need to do today. The top thing on my to-do list is to humiliate Weasley. I smirk, pouring a handful of vanilla shampoo in my hand, rubbing it through my hair. After washing my hair I wash my body, then let the water rinse the soap scum off. Once that is complete it's time for me to brush my teeth and wash my face, which I do in the shower (it's much easier that way).

The mint toothpaste really wakes me up and I smile as I shut the water off, stepping out of the shower. I wave my wand to dry myself off then begin the process of styling my hair. This takes a good few minutes to complete but once I am done I look like an Adonis. I know I'm right because the mirror told me so. I wave my wand, casting tempus and smile as the time flashes 7:18. I have been up for a little more than 45 minutes.

I put on my underclothes but leave my school robes off as I do not want to wrinkle them with unnecessary movement. When I open the bathroom door I laugh as I notice that Harry is still asleep. I stalk to the bed before lowering my mouth to the boy's ear.

"Harry," my voice is barely higher than a whisper. "Harry, it's time to get up."

"Five more minutes..." Harry mumbles and I smirk as I reach my hand towards the covers, and in one go, yank them away from Harry's body. Instantly the boy's eyes clench tightly and his body curls around itself. Harry moans pitifully as his hands search the bed for the covers.

"Harry, come on. You don't want a repeat of yesterday, do you?"

Harry groans before sitting up in bed, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. His usually wild hair looks like a bird's nest--it's sticking up everywhere. I laugh at Harry and he frowns at me. "What," he says, looking at me with one eye open. "Is there something on my face?"

"I'm just admiring how beautiful you look in the morning." Harry glares at me before bolting from the bed and rushing off to the showing in a mad dash to get to the mirror. I laugh at the mumbling I hear from my boy in the bathroom, though with the door closed I can only hear the sound of Harry's voice, not what he's saying. Though I do have an idea that it's about him not being "sleeping beauty".

While I wait for Harry to finish up in the bathroom I look over my class schedule and frown at the stupidity of the headmaster for how our classes are setup. From the first class being in the school, to the second one on the Quidditch pitch, then back in the school to the basement, then all the way to the third floor. The bloody headmaster is trying to lead us on a wild goose chase. Though I suppose the 15 minute break between each class is ample time for us to make it there without losing our breath.

It is at the end of that thought that Harry comes from the bathroom with only a towel wrapped around himself. My breath hitches as his pale, wet body glistens in the room's light. When Harry sees me looking at him he blushes cherry red and I notice that the blush doesn't stay dormant to his face. It travels down his neck and all the way to his chest. "Uh, I forgot to get my clothes." Harry stutters out before rushing over to his armour, grabbing several items, and then rushing back to the bathroom.It is naught but a few minutes later before Harry returns from the restroom, fully dressed and ready for breakfast. That is until I see the state of his hair.

"Harry," I say, stopping the boy as he fastens his school robe. "Is that how you style your hair?"

"What?" Harry says as he looks up from his robe, glancing at me. "Oh, this?" Asks Harry, reaching up a hand to run through his wild hair.

"Yes, Harry. The only hair that you have."

Harry frowns before scratching the back of his head and giving me a sheepish look. "Well, actually, I did style it like this. I mean I didn't want to style it like this. Ugh," Harry groans, pulling on the ends of his hair in frustration. "Look, Draco. What I'm trying to say is my hair is impossible to style It just does what it wants so I...um, let it?"

"Harry, you are a wizard. There is no head of hair that is stronger than your wand, stronger than spells and magic. Sit on that chair," I say to Harry, pointing to the one before a small vanity. "and watch. I'll have that hair of yours tamed in no time."

Harry gives me a skeptical look as he walks over to the chair. He sits down with a huff, muttering out a "Draco, this is useless." I ignore him before firing of a set of spells that I use when dealing with my hair. As I mutter spell after spell I begin to think that maybe Harry is right and that maybe this is useless. But when that thought invades my mind I almost want to curse myself for my utter stupidity. The spells that I use on my hair are exactly that--for my hair. My boy's hair is completely different from mine, it's thicker and much more wavy, and thus I am using the wrong spells on my boy.

When I realize this it doesn't take more than a few minutes before Harry's hair is relatively tamed and I smirk at Harry in the mirror as he stares at himself in awe. "Wow," Harry breaths, touching his hair tentatively. "My hair's never sat down before. Usually it's all over the place but now its...well, tamed." Harry lets out a laugh of joy before turning in the chair to face me. "Just like you said, Draco."

I chuckle at Harry before kissing his cheek. "It's just a few spells Harry. I'll teach you how to perform them later but right now we should be heading for breakfast."

Harry nods before running over and retrieving his book bag while I put on a silver and pale blue robe for breakfast. I'm halfway through fastening the buttons when Harry makes his way back over.

"Wow, Draco. That's a really nice robe, but um, it's not our school robe."

"Of course not, Harry. School robes are only meant for classes. Besides, black is not really my color so I shan't be seen in the school robes for any longer than necessary."

"Does all the students wear different robes besides their school robes during off school hours?"

"Well, I can't speak for all the houses (especially not the Gryffindors), but most of the Slytherin students change their robes frequently throughout the day, depending on their class schedule. I'm pretty sure most of the Ravenclaws do as well."

"Oh," Whispers Harry, fiddling with a corner of his robe.

"Harry, what is it? Do you want to change your robes for breakfast."

"Ah, well...I only purchased my school robes because they were the only ones on our school list."

I frown slightly. "Are you planning to wear your school robes during the weekend as well?"

"What? People wear robes during the weekend? I was just gonna wear my regular clothes, I mean, you know, the clothes under my school robes."

"Surely you weren't planning to wear your underclothes outside of your rooms?"

"Why? You don't want to be seen with me because my regular clothes aren't as nice as yours? Is that it, Draco?"

My eyebrows furrow at the angry words coming from my boy and I'm not exactly sure why he's angry but I definitely don't want to get the boy riled up. "Harry," I say, making sure my voice is reassuring and calm. "That is the furthest thing from the truth. I only asked because it is highly improper for a witch or wizard to walk around without their robes unless they are in a private area, such as a friend's suite."

"Oh," Harry says, the anger drained from his voice. "Well, I guess I'll be wearing my school robes during the weekend 'cause I don't have any other ones with me."

"Oh, Harry," I say, grabbing his hand before I lead him out of his suite and towards the direction of the Great Hall. I really don't want a repeat of the other day. "There's no need for that. You can order some robes through owl order. I'll get my catalog and we can make the order during lunch."

"How long does an owl order take?" Harry asks as we near our way towards the Great Hall.

"Your robes will arrive no later than the morrow.

"Wow, they really make robes that fast?"

"No," I say as the doors of the Great Hall comes into view. "The Malfoy name works that fast."

"Oh."

I glance down at Harry as I open the doors to the Great Hall, slightly confused by the tone of his voice. However, before I can question him, all thought escapes my mind as I take in the sight of the Great Hall out of the corner of my eye. Harry gasps and I'm sure that what I am seeing is not some illusion invading only my mind.

"Draco, what is going on?" Harry asks, hand tightening within mine. I squeeze his hand in reassurance as I tentatively lead us into the Great Hall. I stare around the Great Hall in confusion, not knowing what to do or say. I spot Blaise sitting together with Pansy, Crabbe, and Goyle so I make my way over to them, dragging Harry with me. I sit down in a chair next to Pansy and slightly across from Blaise, bringing Harry down to sit on my right.

"Blaise, Pansy, what is going on?"

"We though that maybe you'd know," Goyle says, taking a break from his food.

"Yeah, with you being a Malfoy and all," inserts Crabbe as refills his mug of pumpkin juice.

I quirk an eyebrow at them, neither affirming or denying that I know what's going on (though truthfully I don't). Pansy sighs before turning her body towards me, her blue eyes meeting my grey. "What Gregory and Vincent are trying to say is Blaise and I went to your suite this morning after seeing the situation in the Great Hall."

"Oh?" I ask, turning to look at Blaise though he steadfastly ignores my gaze and it's clear from the way his eyes are moving back and forth between me and Harry that he probably knows where I was this morning and is desperately trying to stay clear of the potentially volatile situation between me and my fiance.

"Yes, Draco. We knocked and knocked but you never came to answer the door. We even used a few spells. Where were you this morning?"

I shrug. "Did you check the library? Perhaps I was getting in some early morning studying."

Pansy begins to butter her toast though it's clear from my seat that the bread has already been sufficiently buttered. "Draco, Vincent and Gregory went to look for you while Blaise and I came back to the Great Hall just in case we missed you and you were here."

"Ah. Well, perhaps you missed me while yo--"

"Oh, Draco," Harry exclaims, giving me a slight poke with a fork. I turn to glare at him and he laughs at the look on my face before leaning around me to face Pansy. "Draco's just trying to have a little fun with you guys though I don't know why he chose this manner." Again Harry lets out a laugh before putting the fork down. "He was in my suite with me all morning."

"Oh," Pansy says, knife falling from her hand to clatter down to the table. She turns to face me once more, blue clashing with grey. "You must have left your suite pretty early if you were gone when Blaise and I arrived, knocking on your door." I shrug again and the blue of Pansy eyes seems to increase in intensity. "Yes," she continues. "You must have left early if you were in Harry's rooms so long. One can only imagine what the two of you were doing."

"Pansy, what are you insinuating?" I hiss out, completely aware of the fact that the conversation is happening in the Great Hall in front of hundreds of Hogwarts students (though with all the noise they are making only the six of us can hear it).

The atmosphere around the table is tense as Pansy and I stare at each other. I hold her gaze and after a while her eyes drop. I sigh as Crabbe and Goyle begin speaking about how good breakfast is to break up the tense silence. Blaise fiddles with the food on his plate and Harry looks back and forth between me and Pansy.

"Er, Pansy?" Harry begins. I glare at him trying to tell him to shut up with my eyes but obviously the message escapes him. "It's not what you think. I mean I'm not sure what you think Draco and I were doing. But, um, what I'm trying to say is he wasn't in my room because he wanted to, he was in my room because I asked him. It's just at home my rooms are a lot smaller and I've never stayed somewhere by myself so I was a little...afraid. So I asked Draco if he could stay in my suite for a few days an--"

"Wait, he was in your suite yesterday as well?" Harry nods and I can only thank the gods that he didn't tell her I shared his bed.

"Pansy," I say, taking her hand in mine. Her gaze turns from Harry to look at me. "I am only doing what any good friend would do for another. I wouldn't think anything of it if you did the same, helping Greengrass get accustomed to Hogwarts."

Pansy frowns at me before taking her hand from mine, flipping a lock of strawberry blond behind her ear. "Oh, is that true, Draco? Well I guess you won't have a problem with me getting Blaise accustomed to Hogwarts. After all, his family is from Italy and he is decidedly at a disadvantage to other Hogwarts students who families have attended Hogwarts for multiple generations."

I frown at Pansy and she smirks at me. Harry stares at the both of us in confusion and Blaise is definitely looking uncomfortable. Crabbe and Goyle try to ignore the whole unseemly situation by focusing on their food.

"Miss Parkinson," Blaise begins rapidly, trying to dispel the situation that is quickly getting him in the middle of a pre-martial spat. Indeed, Zabini is afraid that if Pansy goes through with her threat then I will end all ties with Zabini. What Blaise doesn't know is I don't care what Pansy does--as long as it doesn't get back to me. "That is highly unnecisa--"

"Ladies and Gentlemen!" Dumbledore begins, getting all of the students attention in the hall. "Though most of you have already noticed the situation in the Great Hall I would like to give a short speech on the new arrangements so as not to take up too much of your breakfast." Instantly the conversation stops as we all pay attention to Dumbledore. The man gets our full attention, if only because we have no idea what is going on, as well as no one wants the uncomfortable discussion between Pansy and I to continue.

"Yesterday, during lunch I noticed the most extraordinary thing," continues Dumbledore. "It is most fascinating, in fact, because it is something that hasn't been spotted at Hogwarts in many years. At the beginning of Hogwarts, before Salazar's untimely death, the four houses of Hogwarts only separated for sleeping arrangements. During the rest of the days activities, such as classes and times in the Great Hall, the four houses where together.

"Since beginning my career as Headmaster I have always hoped to once again see our four houses together again, and yesterday I saw two boys from two different houses getting along together--being friends. And it wasn't just any two house, it was the two houses with the most notorious feud in all of Hogwarts--Slytherin and Gryffindor.

"It is my hope that these new seating arrangements, (which if any of you Ravenclaws were counting is fifty round tables with the capacity to seat ten), can bring our school together once again as it was in the founders' time. Not only will this be implemented during times of dining, but during our class times as well. I have asked each of your Professors to make sure that at each desk there is a student from each house in order to promote inter house friendships.

"For too long has Hogwarts been divided, and it is from this day forward that these ancient walls will once again see the unity of Hogwarts, the friendship and trust that rest between all houses--Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff, and Slytherin.

"To a new future," Dumbledore finishes his speech with a toast and the staff raise their glasses as well, though I notice that Uncle Sev seems highly reluctant if the scowl on his face is anything to go by. The Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaws eagerly raise their glasses as well, though less than half of the Gryffindors comply, and even less of the Slytherins. Indeed, I only hold up my glass because I am sitting next to my boy who is smiling at me eagerly as he holds up his glass. At the raise of my glass everyone at the table raises theirs as well.

"To friendship," Harry says, clanking his glass against mine. I nod my head in compliance though I will never be caught saying something so corny as the other four Slytherins follow suit, clanking their glasses together. The sound of glasses clinking softly can be heard around the Great Hall and Harry's smile is so contagious that I find myself repeating his toast.

"To friendship."

Tbc...