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Chapter two: Understanding
"Peace cannot be kept by force. It can only be achieved by understanding." Einstein.
A while later Harry awoke to persistent poking on his shoulder.
"Bugger off, Ron, I'm sleeping." He grumbled.
"I'm not Weasley, you twit." Harry jumped.
"Wha...Where...Oh... What happened, Malfoy?"
"Madame Pomfrey told us how to get out of this and you were becoming hysterical so I knocked you out." Draco was looking irritatingly pleased with himself.
"What did she say? I can't remember."
"I must have knocked out the last surviving brain cells you had, it was probably a relief for them, they certainly weren't doing anything in there." Draco muttered.
"Fine." He sighed when Harry cast him a withering glare. "The only way out of this is if we accept each other and become friends... she said some people even have to become lovers to get out of this. Although she did say this wasn't a very usual thing." Draco drawled expressionlessly.
"Oh, god, this is a nightmare." Harry flopped back onto the bed, rubbing his forehead with his free hand. "How're we supposed to live stuck together like this? Go to classes, sleep, shower...go to the toilet..." Harry's face got paler and paler.
"I expect Dumbledore will have some solution. Come on, he's summoned us." Draco got off the bed effectively dragging Harry to the edge of it.
"Stop! Wait a second." Harry turned himself around and got off the bed.
On route to the Headmaster's office, Harry decided that there had to be a more appealing method to get unstuck. He tried to move his hand to see if there was any part that wasn't firmly attached to Draco's. He tried wiggling his fingers that were entwined with Draco's but that only made Draco mad.
"Will you stop squeezing my hand? Anyone would think you're enjoying this." Draco snapped.
"Sure, Malfoy I'm loving this I want to stay holding your hand forever and ever." Harry said dryly. "I'm trying to work something out. Which is more than I can say for you."
"I was right about your bloody brain cells. What do you think I was doing while you were unconscious, twiddling my thumbs?" Draco retorted.
"Who knows what you were doing, probably taking advantage of me while I was unconscious-"
"Oh yes, Potter. I'd just love to deflower the Gryffindor Hero." His eyes narrowed. "You're such an ignorant little-"
"Boys, boys. You'll never get out of this by fighting. Come up to my office." Dumbledore appeared in front of them and led them up to his office.
"Headmaster, isn't there some way you can get us apart?" Draco pleaded uncharacteristically.
"I'm sorry, Madam Pomfrey was right. You two have to get yourselves out of this predicament. But I do have some suggestions that might make life easier. We have new rooms for the both of you." Dumbledore's eyes had started their infernal twinkling.
"It's not funny, Professor." Harry protested.
"Of course it is, Harry. You'll see the funny side soon enough. In the mean time, try not to fight and try to work this out.
"So what's going to happen with our classes?"
"Ah, yes. Well, obviously the classes you have together will be fine. Well, you just need to find out what you have when, and which ones would be easier or better for each of you to go to. Here, give me your timetables and we'll work it out."
It took a while before they were finally satisfied but when they were, Dumbledore summoned a house elf to show them to their new rooms.
The boys got up, left the Headmaster and followed the small elf through the castle.
They were nice rooms, spacious with windows looking out onto the lake and beautiful countryside surrounding Hogwarts.
In one room was a king sized four-poster bed, at the foot of sat their previously delivered trunks. Draco was peering about the room when he saw a sticker on Harry's trunk.
"What does that say?" he asked curiously.
Harry followed his gaze.
"It says 'Support bacteria. They're the only culture some people have.'" Harry grinned.
"What? You're joking."
"Nope, look." So Draco yanked him closer to the trunk.
"It does! You're a freak, Potter; I just want you to know that."
"Oh, I know. I found it on the Net."
"Net? What's that? How could you get that from a net?" Draco frowned, confused.
"Not a Net. The Net. It's... well... have you ever heard of a computer?" Draco shook his head. "Ok well this is a little hard to explain... Look, don't worry about it. I can't explain it to you. I'm sure 'Mione could, though. Come; let's explore the rest of the rooms." He pulled Draco into the connecting room.
It was a bathroom with a special shower, as the elf explained, with a curtain that their joined hands could go through but they couldn't see through. It was the same with the toilet door so the other person didn't have to watch (or hear/smell) the other person on the toilet.
When the elf left they fought for a while before Harry said he was tired and dragged Draco into the bed.
He complained for a while but Harry didn't hear. He'd fallen asleep instantly. Soon Draco did the same.
Draco awoke slowly, becoming aware of the lithe body molded to his. He wondered at the body pressed against his, his arms wrapped around their warmth, one arm curled under their body clutching the other person's hand and his other hand dangling over their hip. It was surprisingly comfortable, the way their bodies locked into alignment. The other person began to stir, they shifted against him and Draco felt his body react, and he could smell the intoxicating scent of their shampoo. Draco wondered who this could be; he couldn't at all remember the night before. He carefully levered himself up trying to peer over their shoulder.
He screamed.
Harry jumped; scared out of his wits as someone screaming in his ear rudely awakened him.
"Wha?" he groaned. The person behind him was twisting and turning, apparently trying to get away from him. Suddenly it all came back to him: the day before, the spells and resulting nightmare.
"Okay, stop, stop!" Harry yelled when this got them nowhere but more entangled. He carefully removed himself from Draco's arms and sat as far away from him as possible.
"We're going to have to do something about that. I'm not ever waking up to that again. I nearly had a heart attack." Harry said matter-of-factly.
"Wish you had of." Draco muttered.
"I still hate you with the passion of a thousand fiery suns but that sort of thing needs to stop, ok? Just because we hate each other doesn't mean we have to snipe. I'm not saying we suddenly have to become best friends because I certainly don't want to, but it will be easier if we're civil. We need to work out how we're going to do this. Things like where to sit for meals and classes. Another problem is our friends. I really want to talk to 'Mione and Ron but it's a little hard with you stuck to my hand. I expect you'd like to talk to your friends, too." Harry talked quickly, reasonably.
"Fine. How about we sit at the Slytherin table one day then the Gryffindor table the next. And the class is easy depending on what class it is. With talking to your friends what we really need is a sound proof bubble." He laughed. "But I don't think we're going to get that."
"Alright. First let's shower and get dressed."
Even with the great curtain, it was still hard, clothes were the immediate problem.
"Damn, nearly forgot. You're lucky I know the perfect spell for this." Draco announced.
"Go on then."
"Uh, I kind of need to be able to see you. But I won't look." Draco said.
Silence.
The finally "Alright." Harry stepped out in front of Draco who held up his wand. He shut his eyes and said the spell. Harry's clothes disappeared and then reappeared in a tidy pile on the floor.
"Did it work?" Draco asked accidentally opening his eyes. Harry let out a high-pitched squeak and jumped into the shower.
Draco cleared his throat. "Ah, yes, I see it, uh, did..." Draco knew he was extremely red. Though he didn't even want to admit it to himself, Potter had a nice body. It was well muscled and toned and tanned a gorgeous golden brown. 'Such an even tan' Draco mused. 'How did he manage that...' Draco shook himself. 'This is Potter you're thinking about. Shut up brain or I'll stab you with a Q-tip.'
Draco repeated the spell on himself and stepped into the shower next to Harry.
"Er, sorry." He stammered. "I, uh, didn't mean to... sorry." An embarrassed silence met his words.
"Just leave it. Never ever talk about it again." Harry replied finally. Then only the sound of running water filled the room.
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Chapter two: Understanding
"Peace cannot be kept by force. It can only be achieved by understanding." Einstein.
A while later Harry awoke to persistent poking on his shoulder.
"Bugger off, Ron, I'm sleeping." He grumbled.
"I'm not Weasley, you twit." Harry jumped.
"Wha...Where...Oh... What happened, Malfoy?"
"Madame Pomfrey told us how to get out of this and you were becoming hysterical so I knocked you out." Draco was looking irritatingly pleased with himself.
"What did she say? I can't remember."
"I must have knocked out the last surviving brain cells you had, it was probably a relief for them, they certainly weren't doing anything in there." Draco muttered.
"Fine." He sighed when Harry cast him a withering glare. "The only way out of this is if we accept each other and become friends... she said some people even have to become lovers to get out of this. Although she did say this wasn't a very usual thing." Draco drawled expressionlessly.
"Oh, god, this is a nightmare." Harry flopped back onto the bed, rubbing his forehead with his free hand. "How're we supposed to live stuck together like this? Go to classes, sleep, shower...go to the toilet..." Harry's face got paler and paler.
"I expect Dumbledore will have some solution. Come on, he's summoned us." Draco got off the bed effectively dragging Harry to the edge of it.
"Stop! Wait a second." Harry turned himself around and got off the bed.
On route to the Headmaster's office, Harry decided that there had to be a more appealing method to get unstuck. He tried to move his hand to see if there was any part that wasn't firmly attached to Draco's. He tried wiggling his fingers that were entwined with Draco's but that only made Draco mad.
"Will you stop squeezing my hand? Anyone would think you're enjoying this." Draco snapped.
"Sure, Malfoy I'm loving this I want to stay holding your hand forever and ever." Harry said dryly. "I'm trying to work something out. Which is more than I can say for you."
"I was right about your bloody brain cells. What do you think I was doing while you were unconscious, twiddling my thumbs?" Draco retorted.
"Who knows what you were doing, probably taking advantage of me while I was unconscious-"
"Oh yes, Potter. I'd just love to deflower the Gryffindor Hero." His eyes narrowed. "You're such an ignorant little-"
"Boys, boys. You'll never get out of this by fighting. Come up to my office." Dumbledore appeared in front of them and led them up to his office.
"Headmaster, isn't there some way you can get us apart?" Draco pleaded uncharacteristically.
"I'm sorry, Madam Pomfrey was right. You two have to get yourselves out of this predicament. But I do have some suggestions that might make life easier. We have new rooms for the both of you." Dumbledore's eyes had started their infernal twinkling.
"It's not funny, Professor." Harry protested.
"Of course it is, Harry. You'll see the funny side soon enough. In the mean time, try not to fight and try to work this out.
"So what's going to happen with our classes?"
"Ah, yes. Well, obviously the classes you have together will be fine. Well, you just need to find out what you have when, and which ones would be easier or better for each of you to go to. Here, give me your timetables and we'll work it out."
It took a while before they were finally satisfied but when they were, Dumbledore summoned a house elf to show them to their new rooms.
The boys got up, left the Headmaster and followed the small elf through the castle.
They were nice rooms, spacious with windows looking out onto the lake and beautiful countryside surrounding Hogwarts.
In one room was a king sized four-poster bed, at the foot of sat their previously delivered trunks. Draco was peering about the room when he saw a sticker on Harry's trunk.
"What does that say?" he asked curiously.
Harry followed his gaze.
"It says 'Support bacteria. They're the only culture some people have.'" Harry grinned.
"What? You're joking."
"Nope, look." So Draco yanked him closer to the trunk.
"It does! You're a freak, Potter; I just want you to know that."
"Oh, I know. I found it on the Net."
"Net? What's that? How could you get that from a net?" Draco frowned, confused.
"Not a Net. The Net. It's... well... have you ever heard of a computer?" Draco shook his head. "Ok well this is a little hard to explain... Look, don't worry about it. I can't explain it to you. I'm sure 'Mione could, though. Come; let's explore the rest of the rooms." He pulled Draco into the connecting room.
It was a bathroom with a special shower, as the elf explained, with a curtain that their joined hands could go through but they couldn't see through. It was the same with the toilet door so the other person didn't have to watch (or hear/smell) the other person on the toilet.
When the elf left they fought for a while before Harry said he was tired and dragged Draco into the bed.
He complained for a while but Harry didn't hear. He'd fallen asleep instantly. Soon Draco did the same.
Draco awoke slowly, becoming aware of the lithe body molded to his. He wondered at the body pressed against his, his arms wrapped around their warmth, one arm curled under their body clutching the other person's hand and his other hand dangling over their hip. It was surprisingly comfortable, the way their bodies locked into alignment. The other person began to stir, they shifted against him and Draco felt his body react, and he could smell the intoxicating scent of their shampoo. Draco wondered who this could be; he couldn't at all remember the night before. He carefully levered himself up trying to peer over their shoulder.
He screamed.
Harry jumped; scared out of his wits as someone screaming in his ear rudely awakened him.
"Wha?" he groaned. The person behind him was twisting and turning, apparently trying to get away from him. Suddenly it all came back to him: the day before, the spells and resulting nightmare.
"Okay, stop, stop!" Harry yelled when this got them nowhere but more entangled. He carefully removed himself from Draco's arms and sat as far away from him as possible.
"We're going to have to do something about that. I'm not ever waking up to that again. I nearly had a heart attack." Harry said matter-of-factly.
"Wish you had of." Draco muttered.
"I still hate you with the passion of a thousand fiery suns but that sort of thing needs to stop, ok? Just because we hate each other doesn't mean we have to snipe. I'm not saying we suddenly have to become best friends because I certainly don't want to, but it will be easier if we're civil. We need to work out how we're going to do this. Things like where to sit for meals and classes. Another problem is our friends. I really want to talk to 'Mione and Ron but it's a little hard with you stuck to my hand. I expect you'd like to talk to your friends, too." Harry talked quickly, reasonably.
"Fine. How about we sit at the Slytherin table one day then the Gryffindor table the next. And the class is easy depending on what class it is. With talking to your friends what we really need is a sound proof bubble." He laughed. "But I don't think we're going to get that."
"Alright. First let's shower and get dressed."
Even with the great curtain, it was still hard, clothes were the immediate problem.
"Damn, nearly forgot. You're lucky I know the perfect spell for this." Draco announced.
"Go on then."
"Uh, I kind of need to be able to see you. But I won't look." Draco said.
Silence.
The finally "Alright." Harry stepped out in front of Draco who held up his wand. He shut his eyes and said the spell. Harry's clothes disappeared and then reappeared in a tidy pile on the floor.
"Did it work?" Draco asked accidentally opening his eyes. Harry let out a high-pitched squeak and jumped into the shower.
Draco cleared his throat. "Ah, yes, I see it, uh, did..." Draco knew he was extremely red. Though he didn't even want to admit it to himself, Potter had a nice body. It was well muscled and toned and tanned a gorgeous golden brown. 'Such an even tan' Draco mused. 'How did he manage that...' Draco shook himself. 'This is Potter you're thinking about. Shut up brain or I'll stab you with a Q-tip.'
Draco repeated the spell on himself and stepped into the shower next to Harry.
"Er, sorry." He stammered. "I, uh, didn't mean to... sorry." An embarrassed silence met his words.
"Just leave it. Never ever talk about it again." Harry replied finally. Then only the sound of running water filled the room.
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