Chapter 7: Sweet things
When Harry and Draco got back to their room, they found Dumbledore waiting for them instead of Madam Pomfrey.
*Uh-oh* Harry thought.
But the headmaster was smiling at them as they entered the room.
"Ah! There you two are. Madam Pomfrey was quite anxious to find you," he paused "I heard her from my study." He gave a small chuckle, and Harry managed to look sheepish, despite being a little out of breath from the running.
"Don't worry, I assured her that both of you were just fine and I sent her on her way."
The two boys grinned at each other. They didn't notice that the headmaster was observing them with a little more interest now.
"Thanks." Harry said, and he meant it.
"Oh, it's no trouble. I understand what boys are like. After all I was one myself once. . ." he started to get a faraway look in his eyes and stroked his beard for a several seconds, before he remembered himself and continued as if nothing had happened, "She did however, leave your breakfasts ready for you, and do try to eat them before you start on your treats."
The boys frowned and Draco even wondered briefly if the headmaster had really gone as senile as his father always said.
"Err, what treats, sir?" Harry asked with a little hesitation as the headmaster started towards the door.
He turned to Harry and looked over at the empty beds. "Oh!" he smiled. "I almost forgot."
He waved his wand at Harry's bed and an enormous pile of candies, chocolates, presents and get-well cards shimmered out of thin air.
"Wow!" they both exclaimed in unison.
"Your week's worth of good wishes from your friends." Dumbledore stated with a kind smile. "Try not to eat it all at once."
He opened the door and took a step out before he paused and added thoughtfully as he turned to look back at the two "And boys, I'm always around if you need someone to talk to."
He smiled and shook his head at the sight that greeted him. The two of them were sitting on Harry's bed and were excitedly digging through the pile and laughing; oblivious as the headmaster quietly closed the door behind him.
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(15 minutes later)
"Ughhhh. . .alfalfa." Harry groaned as he chewed on one of Bertie Bott's Every Flavoured Beans. Draco grinned at him before he tore open an envelope with his name on it.
"You really shouldn't eat so much candy, we haven't touched our breakfasts yet." He scolded.
Harry raised his eyebrows at this and laughed.
"What?!" Draco demanded, looking up.
Harry covered his mouth with his hand and tried to bite back the giggles.
"Oh, nothing. You suddenly reminded me a little of Percy when you say that."
"Ex-cuuuuuse me???" Draco's face was so incredulous that Harry was about to laugh again.
They had been sitting on his bed cross-legged, facing each other, with the pile of treats in the middle for a while now and Harry was beginning to relax in Draco's company.
He was so easy to tease and Harry never knew the bad boy had such a goody- goody side. A fact which he found incredibly amusing.
*Not to mention adorable.* thought Harry as he looked at Draco, who had a silver coloured card in his lap, and shaking his head as he read it. His head was bent down slightly and a lock of blonde hair had fallen down the front of his face.
"What's that?" Harry asked, curiously.
Draco looked up. "Oh, nothing. Just a card from Crabbe and Goyle." He said hurriedly.
"Can I have a look?"
"No!" Draco said a little too quickly, and Harry's eyes widened. Draco cleared his throat and furrowed his brow, trying to make his face seem indifferent again. "Uhm, I meant it's not anything interesting, really." And tried to stuff the card under his right knee.
Harry grinned evilly and thought *Now, I really have to see this.*
With lightning quick reflexes he launched himself at Draco, and grabbed the edge of the card, which was still peeking at him from under Draco's knee.
"Hey!" protested Draco and swung out his arm a split second too late in an effort to grab it back.
"Oh, come on. I want to see it!"
"Give that back!" Draco insisted, but he saw that it was too late as Harry had already begun to read it.
Harry laughed. "Omigod! They even spelt their names wrong!"
More laughter and Draco frowned at Harry who was rolling on the bed in glee.
"Dear Draco, hop you will git up soon. Sincelery from V. Crebb and G. Goile." Harry read it aloud. "Oh, this is too good! Though you have to admit, they have a way with words," Harry teased.
"Are you done?" Draco said and uncrossed his arms to grab the card back from Harry.
"You know, you're cute when all huffy." Draco was about to give his best glare at this, when he realised that Harry Potter had just called him cute and blinked.
Harry's eyes were still dancing behind his glasses as he watched Draco.
Draco snorted as if to brush the comment off, and he prayed that the blush creeping over his skin wouldn't give him away. He can't let Harry think he could just get away with everything.
*Just because he gives me butterflies in my stomach every time he looks at me like that.*
Draco tried his best to look annoyed. "Make fun of my friends, why don't you? I hate to say this Potter, but you can be quite immature." He smirked, pleased at himself for sounding so self-righteous and snotty at the same time.
Harry had by now stopped his rolling and was lying on his stomach, his elbows propped up on the mattress, facing Draco. His mouth hanging open in disbelief, his green eyes incredulously fixed on Draco.
"You're joking, right?" thinking of all the times Draco and his cronies had tortured Ron and Hermione mercilessly with their taunts.
"I don't know what you're talking about." Draco's face was impassive and innocent, as he busied himself, digging through the pile.
"Draco!"
"Hmmm?" he replied, ignoring Harry.
Then something soft and white hit him on the face. He fell back and held the thing which had came at him out of nowhere, wondering stupidly if Harry had hexed him.
He sat up, looking at it. A pillow.
"Sorry, Draco. But the situation called for it." Harry said, trying to keep his voice serious as he looked at Draco, who was still staring dumbly at the pillow in his hands.
*Wow, hasn't he ever been in a pillow fight before?* Harry wondered and images of the Slytherins throwing fluffy pillows at each other in their dorm rooms ran through his mind. He shuddered. *Guess not.*
"Are you all right?" Harry was getting a little worried, when Draco still hadn't moved.
"Draco." Harry got up on his knees and reached over the candy pile to place a hand his shoulder.
Draco looked up at Harry, his eyes a bit dazed. "No one's ever thrown a pillow at me before." He said, not sounding the least bit angry.
"Well, I guess I can say I'm honoured to be your first." Harry joked.
Draco sighed. "Your mind, Potter. . . Is it always in the gutter?"
Harry just grinned at this and can't help but notice how Draco's usually perfectly neat hair was now a little haphazard. Several blonde tufts were sticking right up his head.
"Here, your hair's sort of messed up a bit." He offered as he instinctively started to comb his fingers through Draco's fringe and push it back with his hands, before Draco could protest.
"Well, well, well. . . What have we here?" a familiar voice rang out.
Harry stopped, his hand still in Draco's hair.
It was Marcus Flint standing in the doorway, come to pay his Seeker a visit.
When Harry and Draco got back to their room, they found Dumbledore waiting for them instead of Madam Pomfrey.
*Uh-oh* Harry thought.
But the headmaster was smiling at them as they entered the room.
"Ah! There you two are. Madam Pomfrey was quite anxious to find you," he paused "I heard her from my study." He gave a small chuckle, and Harry managed to look sheepish, despite being a little out of breath from the running.
"Don't worry, I assured her that both of you were just fine and I sent her on her way."
The two boys grinned at each other. They didn't notice that the headmaster was observing them with a little more interest now.
"Thanks." Harry said, and he meant it.
"Oh, it's no trouble. I understand what boys are like. After all I was one myself once. . ." he started to get a faraway look in his eyes and stroked his beard for a several seconds, before he remembered himself and continued as if nothing had happened, "She did however, leave your breakfasts ready for you, and do try to eat them before you start on your treats."
The boys frowned and Draco even wondered briefly if the headmaster had really gone as senile as his father always said.
"Err, what treats, sir?" Harry asked with a little hesitation as the headmaster started towards the door.
He turned to Harry and looked over at the empty beds. "Oh!" he smiled. "I almost forgot."
He waved his wand at Harry's bed and an enormous pile of candies, chocolates, presents and get-well cards shimmered out of thin air.
"Wow!" they both exclaimed in unison.
"Your week's worth of good wishes from your friends." Dumbledore stated with a kind smile. "Try not to eat it all at once."
He opened the door and took a step out before he paused and added thoughtfully as he turned to look back at the two "And boys, I'm always around if you need someone to talk to."
He smiled and shook his head at the sight that greeted him. The two of them were sitting on Harry's bed and were excitedly digging through the pile and laughing; oblivious as the headmaster quietly closed the door behind him.
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(15 minutes later)
"Ughhhh. . .alfalfa." Harry groaned as he chewed on one of Bertie Bott's Every Flavoured Beans. Draco grinned at him before he tore open an envelope with his name on it.
"You really shouldn't eat so much candy, we haven't touched our breakfasts yet." He scolded.
Harry raised his eyebrows at this and laughed.
"What?!" Draco demanded, looking up.
Harry covered his mouth with his hand and tried to bite back the giggles.
"Oh, nothing. You suddenly reminded me a little of Percy when you say that."
"Ex-cuuuuuse me???" Draco's face was so incredulous that Harry was about to laugh again.
They had been sitting on his bed cross-legged, facing each other, with the pile of treats in the middle for a while now and Harry was beginning to relax in Draco's company.
He was so easy to tease and Harry never knew the bad boy had such a goody- goody side. A fact which he found incredibly amusing.
*Not to mention adorable.* thought Harry as he looked at Draco, who had a silver coloured card in his lap, and shaking his head as he read it. His head was bent down slightly and a lock of blonde hair had fallen down the front of his face.
"What's that?" Harry asked, curiously.
Draco looked up. "Oh, nothing. Just a card from Crabbe and Goyle." He said hurriedly.
"Can I have a look?"
"No!" Draco said a little too quickly, and Harry's eyes widened. Draco cleared his throat and furrowed his brow, trying to make his face seem indifferent again. "Uhm, I meant it's not anything interesting, really." And tried to stuff the card under his right knee.
Harry grinned evilly and thought *Now, I really have to see this.*
With lightning quick reflexes he launched himself at Draco, and grabbed the edge of the card, which was still peeking at him from under Draco's knee.
"Hey!" protested Draco and swung out his arm a split second too late in an effort to grab it back.
"Oh, come on. I want to see it!"
"Give that back!" Draco insisted, but he saw that it was too late as Harry had already begun to read it.
Harry laughed. "Omigod! They even spelt their names wrong!"
More laughter and Draco frowned at Harry who was rolling on the bed in glee.
"Dear Draco, hop you will git up soon. Sincelery from V. Crebb and G. Goile." Harry read it aloud. "Oh, this is too good! Though you have to admit, they have a way with words," Harry teased.
"Are you done?" Draco said and uncrossed his arms to grab the card back from Harry.
"You know, you're cute when all huffy." Draco was about to give his best glare at this, when he realised that Harry Potter had just called him cute and blinked.
Harry's eyes were still dancing behind his glasses as he watched Draco.
Draco snorted as if to brush the comment off, and he prayed that the blush creeping over his skin wouldn't give him away. He can't let Harry think he could just get away with everything.
*Just because he gives me butterflies in my stomach every time he looks at me like that.*
Draco tried his best to look annoyed. "Make fun of my friends, why don't you? I hate to say this Potter, but you can be quite immature." He smirked, pleased at himself for sounding so self-righteous and snotty at the same time.
Harry had by now stopped his rolling and was lying on his stomach, his elbows propped up on the mattress, facing Draco. His mouth hanging open in disbelief, his green eyes incredulously fixed on Draco.
"You're joking, right?" thinking of all the times Draco and his cronies had tortured Ron and Hermione mercilessly with their taunts.
"I don't know what you're talking about." Draco's face was impassive and innocent, as he busied himself, digging through the pile.
"Draco!"
"Hmmm?" he replied, ignoring Harry.
Then something soft and white hit him on the face. He fell back and held the thing which had came at him out of nowhere, wondering stupidly if Harry had hexed him.
He sat up, looking at it. A pillow.
"Sorry, Draco. But the situation called for it." Harry said, trying to keep his voice serious as he looked at Draco, who was still staring dumbly at the pillow in his hands.
*Wow, hasn't he ever been in a pillow fight before?* Harry wondered and images of the Slytherins throwing fluffy pillows at each other in their dorm rooms ran through his mind. He shuddered. *Guess not.*
"Are you all right?" Harry was getting a little worried, when Draco still hadn't moved.
"Draco." Harry got up on his knees and reached over the candy pile to place a hand his shoulder.
Draco looked up at Harry, his eyes a bit dazed. "No one's ever thrown a pillow at me before." He said, not sounding the least bit angry.
"Well, I guess I can say I'm honoured to be your first." Harry joked.
Draco sighed. "Your mind, Potter. . . Is it always in the gutter?"
Harry just grinned at this and can't help but notice how Draco's usually perfectly neat hair was now a little haphazard. Several blonde tufts were sticking right up his head.
"Here, your hair's sort of messed up a bit." He offered as he instinctively started to comb his fingers through Draco's fringe and push it back with his hands, before Draco could protest.
"Well, well, well. . . What have we here?" a familiar voice rang out.
Harry stopped, his hand still in Draco's hair.
It was Marcus Flint standing in the doorway, come to pay his Seeker a visit.
