Weekend #4
"Hello," Malfoy greeted as Harry walked into their room on their fourth weekend sharing a room.
"Tomorrow is a hogsmeade day," Harry reminded him, settling into the room.
"How could I forget?" Malfoy said, looking up from his book at Harry.
Harry smiled back. Malfoy raised his eyebrows up at Harry. Harry was still looking at him while he put down his things.
Malfoy broke the silence. "What time is it?" He asked.
"It's almost nine," Harry answered, directing his gaze elsewhere. As soon as he had put everything down, he took off his robes and got ready for bed, he was insanely tired as he had been studying like crazy over the past few days.
"You look tired," Malfoy stated, closing his book and setting it down.
"Yeah, now we can be like twins," Harry joked.
"Sod off," Malfoy laughed.
Harry sat on top of his covers, staring into space, his eyes were almost watering from how tired he was.
Malfoy stood up and left to the bathroom. By the time he got back, Harry was almost asleep.
"What's that?" Malfoy asked, walking up to Harry's bed.
"Hm?" Harry asked, trying to widen his eyes.
Malfoy grabbed Harry's arm and lifted it.
"Oh, I forgot about that, I had found it in my trunk, you can have it if you want," Harry muttered. Malfoy was holding Harry's wrist and looking at the bracelet. Harry took his other hand and pulled the bracelet off.
Malfoy's hands were all over Harry's, trying to get a hold of the bracelet. The bracelet was leather, with a silver outline of a dragon in the front. He took the bracelet and let Harry's hands fall down. "I can keep it?" Malfoy asked, but when he looked back at Harry, he was already asleep. He slipped on the bracelet and went to sit in his own bed.
The next morning, Harry woke up early. He had been dreaming of something he couldn't quite remember. He looked to his side to see that Malfoy wasn't in his bed but he heard the water from the shower so he expected that Malfoy was taking his hour long shower.
Malfoy walked out of the bathroom after around 10 minutes, wearing a towel around his waist.
Harry refrained his eyes from moving towards Malfoy. "You know that people are dying of thirst, and you're wasting gallons of water every single morning?" Harry asked.
Malfoy sighed. He didn't say anything but instead went over to his hair dryer to dry his hair. His usual hair routine went on for another hour and Harry smelt that familiar hair gel that Malfoy always reeked of.
Malfoy went back into the bathroom and came out with only some boxers on.
Harry rolled his eyes. "Do you enjoy walking around naked?" Harry asked.
"Yes actually, I find clothes very uncomfortable," Malfoy stated in a matter of fact.
Harry sighed and shook his head.
It was 11am by the time both of them were ready to go for breakfast. They sat at the Gryffindor table to discuss what was going to happen today at the Hog's head.
"I've invited several people," Hermione told them. They were sitting as a group, Hermione, Padma, Luna, Ginny, Harry, Blaise, Ron and Malfoy.
"I've told a lot of people in Ravenclaw about it," Padma informed them.
"Even some people in Slytherin want to come," Malfoy said, eating a bagel.
He was sitting next to Harry and his elbow was underneath Harry's arm.
"Ok, so we don't know exactly how many people will come, but it sounds like there will be quite a turn up," Hermione said.
"We'll meet at Hog's head at ten to two," Ron told them. "So if anyone comes early, they won't be there alone."
"Agreed," Harry nodded his head. He was eating a piece of toast with a mars bar smeared on it.
Back in their room, Harry took a nap and Malfoy simply read. By the time it was around half past 12, they decided they should probably leave.
"Can we just get food from the kitchen?" Harry asked. "I really don't want to bother going to a restaurant."
Malfoy sighed. "Ok," He said. "But how do you even know where the kitchens are?'
"A friend told me," Harry explained.
They left without another word, Malfoy following Harry. They got to a portrait of a fruit bowl.
Malfoy was dumbfounded. "What do we do now?" He asked.
Harry extended his arm and started tickling the pear. The door instantly opened.
Malfoy looked at him with a very confused face. "How did your friends find out that you have to tickle a pear?"
Harry shrugged. "They told me it was quite obvious," Harry explained.
They entered the kitchens to be greeted by a very familiar elf.
"Master Harry!" Dobby squeaked. "So wonderful to see you! You is not visiting Dobby for a long time."
"Yeah, I know," Harry admitted. "I'm sorry."
"No, Harry mustn't be sorry," Dobby said. "Does master want some food?" Dobby then looked over to see who had accompanied Harry. Dobby gasped. "Master Malfoy! What is you doing here?"
"Just wanted some food," Malfoy explained. "If you don't mind," He added.
"Not at all," Dobby exclaimed. "What would master Harry and Master Malfoy want? We have everything!"
"I would like a small burger if it's not troublesome," Harry said, looking at Malfoy as if asking what he would like.
"I don't mind," Malfoy told Dobby. "I can eat anything."
Dobby scurried off to get the food and left Harry and Malfoy waiting near the entrance.
"I almost forgot that you used to be his master," Harry told Malfoy, running one of his hands through his hair.
"Yeah," Malfoy sighed. "I was quite fond of him," Malfoy said. "One day my father came home more angrier than usual and told me he had dismissed our elf."
Harry looked confused as that wasn't entirely true. Lucius hadn't wanted for the elf to be free.
"Every time I brought it up or mentioned Dobby, he changed the subject and got mad at me," Malfoy explained.
"Do you not know what really happened?" Harry asked.
Malfoy looked at Harry, confused. He shook his head.
"Well I met Dobby before I started second year, he was trying to stop me from going to Hogwarts," Harry started. "But on the end of the year, your father came into Dumbledore's office while I was there, with Dobby, and I had this outrageous idea. As your father and Dobby left the office, I quickly took of one of my socks and hid it in Tom Riddle's diary. I rushed out and I gave it to your father, and you can guess what happened next," Harry explained.
A look of realisation dawned over Malfoy. "My father gave it to Dobby, and Dobby was set free," He finished the story. Harry nodded.
"I'm sorry if you liked Dobby, but no offence, your father was an ass to Dobby," Harry said the truth.
For a second it looked as though Malfoy was going to argue with him but instead he nodded in agreement.
After a few moments of silence, Dobby came back with two meals. "Dobby and his friends made it sir, I hope you enjoy!" He exclaimed, handing them their burgers.
"Cheers Dobby," Harry said, taking a bite of his burger and letting that feeling of winning the quidditch match fall over him.
"Yeah, thanks Dobby," Malfoy added, and as they left, Harry swore he saw Dobby's eyes watering.
They ate their burgers as they walked to Hogsmeade, talking about Malfoy's hate in tomatoes.
"They're disgusting," Malfoy exclaimed.
"How can you not like tomatoes?" Harry asked, laughing.
"How can you like tomatoes?" Malfoy spat back, picking out the tomatoes from his burger. "Here have mine," He said and handed the tomatoes to Harry. Harry gladly took them and put them into his burger.
"Who would've thought that you would be eating my food, and not vice versa?" Malfoy asked.
Harry raised his eyebrows. "It's just like two slices of a tomato, Malfoy," Harry said, rolling his eyes.
"You're acting like two slices of a tomato isn't a lot, but you could barely eat a french fry," Malfoy smirked.
Harry shoved Malfoy and he staggered, allowing a piece of lettuce from his burger to drop onto the floor. Malfoy glared at Harry. "You owe me a piece of lettuce now," Malfoy scowled, walking further away from Harry.
"Are you mad?" Harry asked, laughing. Malfoy didn't say anything. Harry rolled his eyes.
They walked in silence as they entered Hogsmeade, looking around at what shops they wanted to enter. They went into Zonko's and got a few sweets before deciding tat they should head to hog's head. It was one thirty but Malfoy fancied a drink.
Hog's head was completely empty except for the bartender and a lady sitting at the far corner of the pub.
"Do you want anything?" Malfoy asked. "It's on me."
"Nah, I'm good, thanks," Harry replied, sitting down at a table next to the wall. Malfoy went to get himself a butter beer and came back not long after to sit next to Harry. "On second thoughts, can I have some?" Harry asked, suddenly having a weird craving for some of the butter beer.
Malfoy glared and rolled his eyes but pushed the glass towards Harry. "Go ahead."
Harry took a few sips before Malfoy grabbed the glass away from him. Harry was struggling to drink some more as the butter beer was taken away from him.
Malfoy gaped at the amount of butter beer left in his glass. "I had asked you if you wanted some!" Malfoy exclaimed. "Now more than half of it is gone!"
Harry laughed. "Sorry, I'll get you another one if you want," Harry suggested.
Malfoy turned to look at Harry. "Yeah, good, you better," Malfoy said, laughing.
They were sitting there just looking at each other just like last night, and Harry felt his face drawing towards Malfoy's. He could smell Malfoy's disgusting hair gel stronger than ever when his nose was nearly touching Malfoy's.
Malfoy wasn't moving away, instead he was there, clutching his glass of butter beer and facing Harry, maybe even edging his face a bit further.
Harry didn't know what he was doing, but he tried to consider it lucky when they heard the door squeak open and footsteps walk in.
Both of them jumped and moved apart as quickly as possible. It was Hermione, Ron, Padma and Blaise.
Malfoy stood up, not saying anything to Harry and walked towards them with his butter beer in his hands.
Harry sat there for a minute, trying to grasp what had just happened, or what had almost happened. Trying not to think too much about it, he stood up and followed Malfoy to the others.
They greeted the others, it was almost 2pm and people were bound to start showing up soon. Not long after they decided who would speak to the group first, a group of people walked through the door. There were two Ravenclaws, one Hufflepuff and three Gryffindors. Harry guessed that they were somewhere around his age, if not, younger.
They waited for a bit longer and more people started showing up, their friends along with people they've never met, and quite a few Slytherins also showed up.
Once the whole pub was packed, it was 2:15pm so they decided to start.
Hermione nervously stood up. "Um," She started, nervous. "You all know why we're here, we need a teacher. A proper teacher. One who's had real experience defending himself against the dark arts," She said before she got interrupted by a 4th year Hufflepuff.
"Why?" The boy asked.
"Why?" Ron quickly snapped back. "Because you know who's back you tosspot," Ron spat.
"So he says," The Hufflepuff sneered.
"So Dumbledore says," Hermione told him.
"So Dumbledore says because he says," The boy continued arguing. "The point is, where's the proof?" He asked.
Then another boy from Slytherin spoke up. "Perhaps you could tell us more about how Diggory got killed?" He asked.
Harry stood up. "I'm not going to talk about Cedric, so if that's why you're here, you might as well clear out now," Harry told them. He then turned to Hermione. "Come on Hermione let's just go, they all think I'm some sort of freak," He muttered to her.
"Harry wait!" Hermione muttered back, not giving in.
"Is it true you can produce a patronus charm?" Luna asked, and everybody's heads turned to look at her, then back to Harry, waiting for an answer.
Hermione spoke instead. "Yes! I've seen it."
"Blimey Harry, I didn't know you could do that," Dean said.
"And he killed a basilisk, with a sword in Dumbledore's office!" Neville chimed in.
"It's true!" Ginny exclaimed.
"Not to mention that he fought off about a hundred dementors at once," Ron added.
"And last year he did really fight off you know who," Hermione said.
"Ok, look, it all sounds great when you say it like that, but the truth is that most of that was just luck, I didn't know what I was doing half the time and I nearly always had help," Harry told everyone.
"He's just being modest," Hermione said.
"No, Hermione, I'm not, facing this stuff in real life, is not like school. In school, if you make a mistake you can just try again tomorrow. Out there, when you're a second away from being murdered, or watching a friend die right before your eyes, you don't know what that's like," He said, and when he finished, he left the room in silence and sat down on his chair.
"You're right Harry, we don't," Hermione said, sitting down as well. "And that's why we need your help, because if we're going to have any chance of beating Voldemort-" She said, before she got interrupted.
"He's really back?" A third year Hufflepuff asked.
Harry nodded.
Then Malfoy stood up. "I think we've all heard enough," He stated. "It's just a matter of if you want to join or not now. Here, write your names on this list if you want to join," He said, placing a piece of parchment on the table.
Everyone lined up to sign their names on the parchment, and Harry was pretty surprised that nobody didn't want to join.
Harry and Malfoy walked back to Hogwarts after everyone left Hog's Head.
They walked in silence for a while before Malfoy spoke up. "That wasn't so bad, was it?" He asked.
Harry shrugged, not saying anything.
They walked in silence for the rest of the way, hands in pockets, feet shuffling, heads looking down and not forgetting what had almost happened before the meeting had started.
Back in their room, it was also silent, Malfoy was reading while Harry was studying.
It wasn't until Malfoy asked if Harry wanted to go to dinner that a word was spoken.
"Sure," Harry simply answered, and they left for dinner together.
They met with everyone else at the Gryffindor table again. Hermione looked delighted when Harry came.
"I've charmed these galleons," Hermione exclaimed, handing Harry a basket full of galleons. "It's for our new club that we've made," She chimed.
Harry sat down, looking confused. "What do they do?" He asked as Malfoy sat down next to him.
Hermione explained the whole process of the charmed galleons while everyone else listened attentively.
"That's smart," Harry commented. "When can we give them out?" He then asked.
"Well, after we finish eating we could go around and give one to everyone, and tell them where to come and meet us," Hermione suggested.
"Sounds good," Malfoy said, eating a chicken salad.
Harry didn't eat anything for dinner, which caused Malfoy to snap at him. "So even when you know you can eat food, you decide not to eat anything? There are people that are dying of starvation because they don't have access to food and you're starving yourself by choice?" Malfoy lectured.
Harry was taken aback. "Malfoy, it's an eating disorder," Harry muttered, playing with the place mat under his empty plate.
Malfoy suddenly felt guilty that he had half-shouted at Harry about his disorder. "Ok, look, I'm sorry," Malfoy said, quietly. He looked down towards Harry. "I didn't mean it like that, it's just, you know that you can eat a specific food, so why don't you?"
"It's not healthy to eat just burgers for the rest of my life," Harry told him, still keeping his voice low while the others talked amongst themselves. "I'm scared I'm going to get sick of them, and then I won't have anything to eat for good."
"When's the first meeting of this new club?" Malfoy suddenly changed the subject.
Harry sighed and looked away from Malfoy, all though he could still feel Malfoy's eyes prying on him. "I don't know, I'm pretty sure we agreed on Wednesday."
Malfoy nodded.
Once they all finished dinner, they divided up into their weekend partners so they could go and find the people that they needed to give the coins to.
Harry and Draco had to find Zacharias Smith, Dean and Seamus. They didn't talk while they walked but it wasn't too long before they found Dean and Seamus. They were sitting at the Gryffindor table together. They handed them their coins and explained how they worked, then set off to find Zacharias, who they later found sitting in the corridor reading a book.
After explaining it to Smith, they went back to their room. It was quite late already so they got ready for bed.
"Is it just me, or are you even more awkward then usual recently?" Malfoy asked as they both lay in their beds.
Harry sighed. "I think we both know why I'm being awkward," Harry said, turning to face the wall instead of Malfoy.
Draco did the opposite and instead turned to face Harry. "You were always awkward, Potter, you're just more awkward than usual now," Malfoy corrected.
"Ok fine, I think we both know why I'm being more awkward than usual," Harry spat, still keeping his back facing Malfoy.
"Yeah, I think we do both know why you're being more awkward than usual," Malfoy agreed.
Harry said nothing.
"You're still an annoying prat though," Malfoy told him, jokingly.
Harry smiled but didn't let Malfoy see. "And you're still an ugly bastard with smelly hair," Harry spat back.
Malfoy scoffed. "Ok, it's one thing to call me a bastard, but to insult my hair? That's too far."
Harry laughed. "It does strongly smell like gel," Harry stated.
"Well, few people will be sniffing my hair, will they?" Malfoy asked. "I have hair that has a strong smell but looks good, while you have hair that looks horrible but smells pretty nice," Draco commented. "I do think that the good looking hair is more beneficial."
Harry rolled his eyes and laughed. "Did you just say my hair smells good?" Harry accused.
"Eh, well…"
"If I can remember correctly, you said it smells 'pretty nice'," Harry said, and turned around to lay on his back.
"Ok piss off, a lot of people's hairs smell nice," Malfoy said.
"Oh really? So I've got competition?" Harry asked.
"Yeah, well, my mother's hair smells amazing," Malfoy told Harry.
"Oh no, what am I going to do?" Harry asked. "Your mother has better smelling hair than me?"
Draco laughed. "Don't worry, your hair's a close second."
"I'll take it," Harry said.
Draco laughed and also laid on his back. "A little less awkward now, I suppose," He said.
"A little less?" Harry asked. "Come on, I'm trying my best. You could give me a bit more than a little less."
Draco laughed again. "Ok," He agreed. "Less awkward, then."
Harry rolled his eyes. "Ok, well, unlike you, I actually want to sleep," Harry said, getting more comfortable in his bed.
"Ok Potter," Malfoy said, smiling. "Goodnight."
And he turned off the light.
The next morning Harry woke up to see Malfoy still lying on his bed, facing him. He wondered if he was still asleep and considered it almost impossible as it was already nine in the morning. He stared for a while, trying to figure out if he was sleeping or just faking it.
"I'm trying to sleep, Potter," Malfoy suddenly muttered, his eyes still closed. "It doesn't help when you're staring at me."
Harry quickly looked away. "Jesus, that scared me," Harry said, embarrassed. "Why are you trying to sleep at 9am?" He asked.
"I'm tired," Malfoy simply answered. "Now shut up and let me sleep."
Harry laughed and got out of bed quietly. He used the bathroom and when he came back, Malfoy was still on his bed.
Harry waited for a while at his own bed but when it was almost ten and Malfoy wasn't moving, Harry decided to go to breakfast alone.
He ate a croissant with a mars bar spread on it, but after eating two croissants, he realised he maybe shouldn't have prepared three. He wrapped it in a tissue and went back to his room.
It was past 10 and everyone was allowed back into their common rooms, but Malfoy was still sleeping so Harry placed the croissant on the little table next to his bed and left.
That was probably the least bearable weekend.
The DA meeting
Harry gave Malfoy a one sided grin as Malfoy walked into the room of requirement. Harry, Hermione, Ron, Ginny, the Weasley twins and Lee were already in the room, five minutes before they had agreed to start the meeting.
Draco walked over and sat on a pillow next to Harry. "When are we starting?" He asked Harry.
"As soon as people start showing up," Harry told him, banging his knee against Malfoy's.
It was then that people started coming into the room, first it was just a couple of Ravenclaws, but then a whole bunch of people started swarming in.
Harry and the rest stood up to address everyone.
"Ok, before we start, we wanted to come up with a name, so we know what to call it," Harry told everyone.
Luna raised her hand. "What about the defence club?" Luna suggested.
"That's an idea, anyone else?" Harry asked, looking for other suggestions.
"How about, Voldy and the ministry sucks?" George asked.
Harry ignored him. "Anything else?"
Draco spoke up. "What about defence association? It could be the DA for short, so people wouldn't know what we're talking about," He suggested.
Harry didn't think it was a bad idea.
"Yeah, the DA's good. Only let's make it stand for Dumbledore's Army, because that's the Ministry's worst fear, isn't it?" Ginny said. Malfoy rolled his eyes but everyone else seemed to like the idea so it stuck.
They started with practicing the Disarming charms, which people thought were very easy. They were in pairs, working to disarm each other, as Harry scanned the room and occasionally gave tips and pointers.
"I think Defence Association's a better name," Malfoy said into Harry's ear, sneaking up behind him.
Harry flinched at how suddenly Malfoy had spoken. He turned around to face him. "Really? Well I personally think Dumbledore's army suits us better," He sneered and started walking.
Malfoy pretended to act really hurt and followed Harry. "You're only saying that because you have a thing for the Weasley girl," Malfoy smirked.
"Hm?" Harry started fixing the position of a 3rd year Ravenclaw's wrist as Malfoy watched. "What, you jealous?" Harry asked Draco and continued to walk.
"Yeah, of course," Malfoy said, sarcastically, and continued to walk to catch up with Harry.
"Malfoy?" Harry asked, stopping to walk.
Malfoy halted. "Yes?"
"Do you need something?" Harry asked, still standing there. Malfoy shook his head. "Then why are you following me?" And with that, Harry left Malfoy standing there.
An hour passed before they called the meeting to an end. Hermione announced that they will put up the next date on the coin so to keep it with them at all times. She then told Neville that she would just tell him when the next meeting is as he had already lost his.
Harry stayed back to clean up a couple more things and only noticed that Draco was still there when he was about to leave.
"What are you still doing here?" Harry asked him.
"Well, Bulstrode set off a dung bomb in our common room as a prank and it reeks, so I'm not going back there," Malfoy explained. "Plus, I have something for you."
"What? A dung bomb?" Harry asked, curious.
"Nah," Malfoy shook his head and pulled out a plastic see through container from his robe pockets.
"Is that, a salad?" Harry asked, almost laughing.
"It's a chicken salad, and I'm assuming that meeting went pretty well, didn't it?" Malfoy asked.
"Sure," Harry agreed.
"Then eat up," Malfoy told him, handing him the container.
Harry hesitantly obliged, but ate the salad while Malfoy waited. His thoughts were fill with what was happening in the DA, he didn't think much about how he was eating.
Once he finished, he handed the container back to Malfoy, and they both headed out.
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