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Chapter 11
Later that night when Harry and Draco were in their room and Tom downstairs, Draco decided to act on the friendship he had felt earlier. "Where did you go earlier?" he asked Harry.
"Nowhere, and what is it to you, anyway?"
"I just wondered where you where, that's all," Draco told him. "You seem to have changed overnight."
"I'm just wondering what else about my life I don't know about," Harry shot at him.
"Hey, calm down!" Draco told him. "I'm pretty certain that Dad's told us everything now," Draco said defensively.
"Then why won't he take the charms off us?" Harry shot back. "There must be a reason for that!"
"I don't know. Maybe it's just too painful for him or something," Draco stated reasonably.
"And it doesn't hurt not to know what we really look like?" Harry asked him, scathingly.
"We've never known any different. All we are is curious, or in your case, suspicious," Draco told him.
"Will you please quit preaching?" Harry asked him, mockingly.
"I'm not preaching!" shouted Draco.
"You are too!" yelled Harry.
"Am not!" screamed Draco, getting angrier with Harry.
"Are too!" Harry was shouting louder than ever.
"Am not!" Draco screamed.
"You are so immature, Malfoy!"
"Look who's talking! May I remind you that you're the one who thinks it's painful that we don't even know what we look like? And don't call me Malfoy, Potter!"
Harry felt like he'd been slapped. His twin spat out the word "Potter" as if it was mud. How could he? Harry leaped at Draco and closed his fingers around the collar of Draco's shirt just as Tom walked through the door.
"Not fighting, are we, boys?" Tom asked smoothly. Harry promptly released Draco, who fell to the ground, and then helped him get to his feet.
"N-no, sir." Harry stammered. Draco cast Harry a quick glance, which did not go unnoticed by Tom.
"Because if you were, it will be my painful duty to inform your father," Tom continued. Harry and Draco exchanged glances. This was not good, not good at all. They were doomed.
Tom gave them both a stern look, taking in the pale faces. Apparently, the threat of their father was enough to bring Harry and Draco back in line. Tom couldn't help but wonder just how strict Severus was on his two sons. Deciding that Harry and Draco now seemed calm, Tom left the room, but kept his ears peeled, ready to enter again if he heard anything, which sounded even remotely like fighting. Because he knew full well that they had been fighting, and he knew that they knew he knew.
Once Tom had left the room, Draco glared at Harry again, and made a point of rubbing his neck. "Oh, don't be such a baby!" Harry muttered. "I barely touched you!"
"I am not a baby!" Draco hissed in a furious whisper, careful to keep the noise down, in case Tom heard them again.
"Than quit acting like one!" Harry shot back at him, also in a whisper.
"I do not act like one!" Draco told him, glaring at his twin.
Harry just rolled his eyes and then glanced at the clock in their room. It read twenty past nine and Harry guessed that Tom knew their bedtime. Sighing he got changed into his pyjamas and flopped down onto the bed which he had chosen, careful to keep his back to Draco at all times. Draco also got into his own bed, also keeping his back to Harry.
When Tom entered the room again, pleased to see the boys in bed, he thought that he could of cut the tension with a knife. Scratch that, he would need a frigging chainsaw! It was clear that they boys were unhappy with each other, the fact that they had their backs to each other was enough to alert him to that fact. And also Severus had told him that they had a habit of whispering to each other at night, but Tom suspected that if any whispering went on at all, it would be a whispered argument.
"Goodnight, boys," Tom said as he blew out the candles. Tom then left, shutting the door behind him and the room was left in darkness. Harry shifted about in his bed, not bothering to keep the noise down. He the flopped down on his side again, sighing huffily.
Draco also shifted in his bed, pounding his pillow with his fist and he settled down on his stomach, with his head pillowed on his arms. Harry had the bed nearest the window, and a small chink of light from the glow of the moon penetrated the room through the small gap in the curtains. Draco turned his head so that he could just see through that gap, but he could also see Harry's moody form and decided that it was a much better option to just look at the door. Both boys fell asleep thoroughly miserable, neither wanting the next day to come.
The next day, however, did come and both Harry and Draco woke up in bad moods, both silently fuming at the other. Neither had forgotten the arguments of the night before. A stale silence hung in the room as they got dressed. Draco tugged on a pair of dark denim jeans and a dark forest green shirt, while Harry put on a pair of dark brown cord trousers and a royal blue t-shirt which had the slogan 'What are you staring at?' on the front and 'Nothing to see here, move along' on the back in brown writing, almost the same colour as he trousers. The two boys didn't speak at all and only traded angry glances and glares.
Tom was already in the dining room when Harry and Draco made there way downstairs. The two boys were walking stiffly side by side, neither letting the other in front, both feeling the need to protect their backs from the other. The sat down on opposite sides of the table and Tom raised his eyebrows at them both, before hiding himself behind the Daily Prophet again. He was quite shocked at what seemed to be open hostility between the two boys and he was, suddenly, not looking forward to the coming day either.
Breakfast was a silent affair; Tom didn't try to engage the boys in conversation in case they ended up arguing again. Neither Harry nor Draco would even look at each other, choosing to stare down at their plates instead. However, under the table they traded a few kicks and both were certain that their shins were going to be bruised. They stopped the kicking after a while because Tom seemed to be getting suspicious. Indeed, Tom wasn't just suspicious, he knew what was going on. He had seen the barely concealed winches and the triumphant smirks and knew full well what was going on.
Once breakfast was over Harry and Draco went their separate ways, each going out of his own way to avoid the other. The house was silent, and to Tom, it was too quiet.
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