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~ Chapter 12 ~

If you could wake up tomorrow and have gained any one quality or ability, what would it be?

Harry pulled a blanket over his legs and accepted the bowl of ice cream Draco handed to him. He was surprised when the blond—instead of settling into the armchair—sat down beside him, tugging at the blanket until they were sharing it, each propped up on one arm of the relatively small sofa.

Harry gestured for Draco to go ahead with his questions, before he dug into the bowl with his spoon.

"Polyjuice… why do you know not to use it on animals?"

"Hermione brewed it in second year but then the hair she used was that of a cat. It didn't end well, she was stuck in the hospital wing for weeks."

Draco blinked. "She brewed it. In second year?"

"Uh huh."

"What did you even need Polyjuice for?"

Harry felt his cheeks heat up, and Draco arched an eyebrow as his face glowed red.

"I, uh. Ron and I changed into Crabbe and Goyle because we thought you were the heir of Slytherin."

"You… wait. The one day when they were acting really weird during the holidays. That was you?"

"Uh huh. Turned out you weren't and Ron almost hit you."

Draco snorted. "When I asked them later why they'd been so weird, they looked at me like I was losing my mind."

"We, uh, gave them cupcakes with sleeping potion in them and locked them in a broom cupboard."

There was a long pause, and then Draco started laughing. A moment later, Harry joined him; it really had been the most ridiculous thing.

"Okay, okay," Draco said, when he finally stopped laughing. "Why'd you break into Gringotts?"

"We needed to find something, and we thought maybe it was in the bank. Turned into an absolute shit-show, the same way every plan we've ever made has, but at least we set the dragon free. I thought Charlie was going to kiss us all when we told him about it."

"Charlie?"

"Ron's brother. He works with dragons in Romania."

"Ah. He's the one you sent the dragon to in first year?"

Harry scooped up more ice cream as he nodded. Draco just shook his head.

"Your life could be a trashy novel, I hope you know that."

Snorting, Harry shrugged. "Probably. The sad thing is that it could be the dullest thing imaginable, and people would buy it because it had my name on it. I had to have all sorts of injunctions put against Rita Skeeter after the war. She wanted to write a biography on me; like that trash she wrote about Dumbledore."

Draco wrinkled his nose. "She's such a hack. When she used to come sniffing around for information about you, she'd take everything as gospel. Not the most attractive trait in a reporter."

"Uh huh. I shouldn't have eaten all that ice cream," he said, setting his empty bowl down on the table. "I'm about to go into a food coma."

"One more question before you collapse?" Draco offered, putting his own bowl down.

"Sure. Let's hope I don't have to think so much about this one."

Draco nodded, reading the question from the page, before he tilted his head to the side.

"I think I'd like to be a metamorphmagus," he said, after a moment's thought.

"Teddy is a metamorphmagus," Harry said, his lips tilting up. "He changes his hair to black every time I walk into the room."

Draco's lips tilted up in a smile. "Teddy is your godson, right? Aunt Andromeda has been writing to my mother; she sent her a picture of her grandson."

"He's the light of my life," Harry admitted. "It's hell not being able to see him while I'm here. He's a little star."

"He's cute," Draco replied simply. "So, what ability would you have?"

"To disappear," Harry replied quietly. "I have my cloak, which is helpful, but also not really the kind of thing I can use in a crowded place. I'd like to be able to make myself completely disappear to get from A-B when I'm in a public place."

"Huh. That… would be exceptionally useful," Draco admitted. "Almost Slytherin-esque thinking, actually. Who'd have thought it."

"The sorting hat wanted to put me in Slytherin," Harry said, his lips turning up in a smirk at the utter shock on Draco's face.

"No it didn't! Potter, you lie!"

"Swear to Merlin," Harry said. "I asked it to put me anywhere but Slytherin because Hagrid told me that all the dark wizards and witches were in Slytherin. I learned later that it wasn't quite so simple but by then, I was already in Gryffindor anyway."

"Harry Potter, a Slytherin." Draco looked thoughtful for a moment, before he shook his head. "Nope. Pass, too weird."

Laughing, Harry stretched out on the sofa. "We could have been housemates, Draco," he teased, grin widening when Draco shook his head again.

"Nope. I'm going for a shower—and to wash that from my head. So weird, don't like it."

Harry watched him go and then shook his head to himself. How odd. Draco was actually alright when it was just the two of them, away from Hogwarts and the war.

Who'd have imagined such a thing?