Chapter 11
The Headmaster's office had changed. McGonagall had cleaned up quite a bit after the war, and there were hardly any trinkets and small toys lying about. Harriet and Draco sat at the two large, oval shaped, chairs on the opposite side of McGonagall's desk, in an uncomfortable silence. The headmistress gave them each a stern glance over the top of her oval glasses.
She sighed, "I hope that you understand the predicament that you have put me in. What am I supposed to do with you, seeing as you very well can't be sleeping apart or together?" Draco shrugged…Harry elbowed him in the ribs, making him wince. Harry sat forward, "What about if we had two rooms next to each other, would that work?" Despite forgiving Draco, Harry still didn't feel 100% assurance around him. She shook off the feeling; it was probably just nerves.
McGonagall looked uneasy, "Well, if we do put you two in rooms next to each other, there will be NO funny business, do I make myself clear?" Harry blushed, a dark pink-red. Draco nodded, "Yes, Professor, crystal."
"Very well. Filch; escort them to their consecutive rooms. I do hope that you keep what I have said in mind. You are excused." Harriet stood and speed-walked out of the room as quickly as possible and Draco followed at a much more reasonable pace behind her.
TIMESKIP
Filch hobbled through the old, almost hidden, door. The suite was located in the East Wing, by the infirmary. "Now, there'll be a sittin' room an' a kitchen," He laughed, a gurgled sound, "bu' I don't see why you's got much use fa' that!" Mr. Filch then led then through the aforementioned rooms and down a narrow hallway. Considering the amount of space, and the direction that they were walking, they really should have been in the middle of the East Wing; however Magic comes with certain advantages.
On the door to the left, stood a large black door, and on the right, there was a normal grey door. At the end of the hallway, a rather old oak closet stood, decorated in all manner of carvings. Mr. Filch turned around. "Your bags a' already inside, an' you can find ou' which room's which. If ya 'ave any questions, you can go ta the Headmistress about it! I don't want no complainin'." With this as his cue, he promptly left the suite, leaving two very bewildered teenagers behind.
"So," Harry turned to Draco, "shall we take a look?" Without waiting for an answer, she maneuvered around him and into the room with the large black door. Draco followed closely behind, acutely aware that she was avoiding eye-contact. Draco did not much like this room, and by the looks of it, neither did Harriet. Her nose was wrinkled up and she was squinting at the extremely plain furniture. Draco sniffed with disdain," Perhaps we should take a look at the other room and then decide which one we want." She blushed, feeling very awkward and thinking that she had rushed into things, and followed Draco into the other room.
Draco and Harriet both sighed, because this room was exactly like the other. She turned to him, "I think that we're supped to decorate ourselves. Oh, this'll be so exciting! Just wait until I write to-"Harry stopped, and quirked an eyebrow at Draco's expression. He looked as if he was caught between laughing and…no he was laughing. "Yes?" Draco smirked, "I wasn't expecting the Girl-Who-Lived to get so excited over decorating a room." Harry blushed up to her ears, "What? It's not like- "She stopped herself, suddenly sagging. Draco's smirk vanished, and his instincts went into overdrive trying to figure out was wrong with his mate. Was she sick? Had she been eating enough? Maybe they should go see the nurse? Why did she just stop? I hope she's okay.
Draco leaned over, "Are you okay?" Harry looked up at his wrinkled features and quickly plastered on a smile. "Yeah, but I'll take this room. I mean if that's okay. You can have this room if you really want." Ah! There was the blush he was looking for. Draco smiled, chuckling softly to himself, "That's alright; I like the other room's door better." And so he left, bidding her a goodnight.
Draco entered his room, slightly cursing himself for not asking how to decorate a room like this, while on the other end of the hall, Harry was busy changing the color of the walls. By the end of an hour, Harriet was in her bathroom taking a shower, and Draco was sitting on his-rather pink-bed, that he had accidently turned. He was reading on how to change it back, and about to start the spell when a knock at the door sounded. Draco groaned at the embarrassment of having someone see him in this predicament, and trudged to open the door.
Harry smiled at the door, holding a bowl filled to the brim with ice-cream. "Can I come in?" Draco nodded numbly as she handed him the bowl, while taking in a spoonful of hers. She got about 4 feet into the room before she started laughing, or giggling. Now, had it been anyone else, Draco might have yelled or hexed them, but this was his mate. Plus there was also the fact that hearing her laugh seemed to make his heart jump. Not that his head had started to agree with his heart yet, but still.
"What have you done with your bed? Its-"
"Pink, yes I know. I umm…couldn't figure it out." Harry snorted, "I'll do it. You could've just asked." She set her bowl down on his dresser, empty though it was still. "What are your favorite color, and your second favorite color?" And so, the night continued on, as she decorated his room while he sat on the floor eating vanilla ice-cream. As it happens, she fell asleep on his shoulder, listening to him talk. He fell asleep looking at her, and wondering how hard it was going to hurt when he hit the ground, because he knew he was already falling for her.
