Yo bishes! Alright, so. I am SOSOSO sorry about not updating sooner! I just got stuck and couldnt go on but then I was reading fanfic and I came across this AMAZING one that I loved so much but it wasn't finished yet, and it hadnt been updated in months and i was just absolutely crushed.
But then my best friend pointed out that I was doing the exact same thing.
So I sat down and forced myself to write, and am sort of through the block.
So here you go. The next few will most likely be a tad short as I try to muddle through. Please have patience!
The day was oddly cheery for an Autumn day when Harry boarded the train to Hogwarts. He and Malfoy had used the watches, genius little devices that let them speak mind-to-mind at the press of a button, to speak.
Harry listened to Malfoy's rants about his parents, and Malfoy listened to Harry's about his friends. Both laughed with each other, and they found a small side effect of the watches: Not only could they hear each other, but they could also completely enter the other's mind.
Unfortunately, the buttons on the watch, which were senstive to his magical signature, were easily pressed, and triggered, by accident.
Which is how Harry found himself staring at… well… himself, in the middle of the Great Hall the first night back. It was eerie, seeing Malfoy's vision overlaying his own as he spoke with his friends, buttering his toast.
He happily fell silent, under the pretense of listening to Hermione's rant on Hogwarts- A History, while he in fact started a conversation with his blonde friend mentally.
Do you have any clue how weird it is to watch yourself eat as you are eating?
In his own field of vision, he saw Malfoy start slightly. Don't do that, Potter! The reproach rang through his head, and he stifled a laugh.
Sorry, sorry. I accidentally pressed the button again. We're still meeting up, right?
Yes, now hush. It's trying to hold two conversations at once. Especially when one of them is with a dunderhead like you.
Harry smothered another chuckle, hearing Malfoy's sarcastic tone. Alright, I'll get out of your way then. He surreptitiously pressed the small switch on the side of his watch, cutting off the contact, and twisted the device around his wrist in hopes that it would help to avoid re-establishing the link.