'What is that?'
An offended squeak made the other boy grin. Not that he wasn't grining before. The two of them were the only ones in this room. Only ones in the mansion if you doesn't count houselves. The taller boy winced. He knew this place inside out. Hell, he knew his parents really good seeing as he lived with them all his childhood life.
Or so he thought.
' I think it's lovely.' Said the boy next to him, the smile as wide as his face.
' I think that mother lost her mind.'
' Hey. I really think it's lovely.' If it posible his smile widened even more. ' So cute.'
'That because you have no brain.'
'I don't know who should be more offended; me or you.'
He thought about it and corrected himself.
'Your definition of lovely is stupid.'
'Nothing is stupid.'
'Crabe.'
'Point taken. But I still love it.'
'My eyes burn.'
'I thought that you'd like it considering how long it takes you to move away from a mirror.'
'I'm a Malfoy. We have an image to keep.'
'You're just a narcissus but don't worry I love you anyway.'
'Shut up Potter.'
Harry just smirked and Draco huffed but both looked at a photo again. Enlarged and attached to the biggest wall of the foyer of Malfoy's Palace was a live picture of a small baby. Blond, almost white hair, big gray eyes and an onesie in flying dragons kind of give away the name of the person.
I will have to talk with mother. Thought young Malfoy.
He looked to his right and groaned.
Harry was grinning like a madman, not taking his eyes off the giant photo. Draco hand itched for his wand. Simple Oblive and this embarsement will be only his to have.