This chapter is significantly shorter than the previous one, but I hope you enjoy it all the same!
-Littleblueweirdo
Day two: Watching a movie
They got ready for bed, which was hard and awkward as they tried to undo their pants without the other's hand getting in the way. Instead of trying to take off their shirts, however, they transfigured them into a simple t-shirt.
After sharing another awkward moment in the bathroom, they decided to push their beds together.
Harry crawled across Malfoy's bed and into his own before asking the blond if he wanted to watch a movie.
"A movie?" asked Malfoy, obviously confused.
"Yeah, you know, a movie. It's like a moving picture."
"Don't all pictures move?"
"Well yeah, I guess in the wizarding world then do," Harry furrowed his eyebrows, "But movies are different. They're longer and they have sound."
"Alright. How do you suppose we are going to watch this 'movie'?" asked Malfoy.
"I know a spell," Harry said, and with a flick of his wand, The Avengers was playing on their ceiling.
"Huh," said Malfoy, and then he was silent, absorbed in the movie.
Harry didn't really pay attention to the movie, since he had seen it a million times. He went over the day in his head. It wasn't all that bad, being stuck holding hands with Malfoy. Not only was he extremely hot, he also had very soft hands. True, he could be a snarky git, but when he wasn't teasing Ron and Hermione, Harry found him amusing and very charming.
Alright, so maybe Harry had a tiny crush on Malfoy. He was hot. That was it. It wasn't a crush, it was just Harry appreciating Draco's fabulous body. However, if this fake friendship was going to be anything, it was going to be strictly platonic.
When the movie ended, Harry was left alone in the dark with nothing to keep him company except his thoughts and a snoring blonde.
Sighing, he removed his glasses and closed his eyes as he drifted off into a deep sleep.
As I said, significantly shorter. Still, I'd love a review.