harry wathed medusa wath him disapprovingly. after a few mihis staring o, he spoke:
“soi me in?”
“why should i?” medusa spat. “you don’t know the password.”
“beause by now you should know that i live here,” harry poiiehis oion even when i do know the password so i don’t uand why you an’t just open up a me in.”
“no password, no admittane.”
“stupid bith.” harry snarled, u ame ue.
“i know what y,” medusa ommented iohe snakes hissed bak their own horus of obse harry. “and it just goes to show that you don’t belong here. only one of insignifiant breeding would use suh fowl nguage.”
harry groaned. “s to make drao ah me and you when i bang on your frame loud enough to wake him in the bedroom?” he grasped at the st idea that he had wheh this obnoxious portrait.
“you woo bang loudly. he’s asleep oing for you to do so.”
harry ould, and would ter, s and down that medusa’s voie took oely differealking about drao.
“so why don’t you just let me in so that i woo wake him?” harry asked.
& ohis for a moment or tw her assent. “but you’d better wath out when drao goes home for christmas and it’s just you here. you’ll iwo weeks!” she spat at him.
harry brushed by her and io find that the portrait had its sleeping inhabitant. the fire had buro l almost a shadowy glow on the room and upon the figure sleeping on the ouh. drao ier that he obviously had taken from his bed, its bk &h the bk silk of drao’s normal sleepwear.
drao’s eyes were losed, of ourse, as he ing, but his fae seemed to retain that same air of malfoyish it always held, as if he were some uy or lord whose level of perfetioals ould o asend to. the glow from the fire seemed to sink into his hair and bring out ahereal glow from the ptinum strands. harry stood there just wathing drao sleep, but the serenity of the sene was broken wheered open as medusa losed her portrait rather loudly.
& y.”
“i’d be areful if i were you, i think medusa likes you too muh.” harry tried to at normal as he rossed the room to the doorway to the bedroom.
“i’m not too worried.” drao padded ier him and graefully flopped oo harry’s amazement, though he hid it, that it ossible to flop graefully). drao waited for a few miil he was ertain that harry was assumi say anything about the oion he’d overheard earlier. silly gryffindor, drao was a malfoy; of ourse he would say something. “i atually think it’s ironi.”
“what, that a snake-haired girl likes a slytherin?”
“no, i wasn’t thinkihough she was ever so pleased to help make you so embarrassed earlier.”
drao felt harry stiffen.
&’s ironi?” harry’s voie was almost guarded.
in the darkened room drao smirked, “i find it ironi that you’re so worried ab you, ho rejeted me first…twie.”
nothing more was said that night. after all, what ould ohat?
as drao well expeted, by saying that partiur omme before, harry made sure to be out of their rooms by the time drao woke up the day and avoided him as muh as ossible, seeing as there were some sses that gryffindor aogether a well skip those. drao was somewhat amused by this behaviour atually, as he was waitiion that would ome at sometime when harry realized how he had worded that sentene.
& prepared for harry to realize a very different thing, whih he brought up during drauratio afternoon. harry walked into the rooms after a few minutes with medusa (merlin, hetti, maybe dumbledore would let him buy it for his study door bak home…).
“what are we going to do about holiday break?” harry said suddenly, surprising drao slightly. where had he ome up i?
“i dohis hoing to be a from any other,” drao resp turation essay. his father and he would spend christmas eve doihey felt like doihey would opeher christmas day and his godfather would likely join them for dinner on christmas day as well-
“ the sleeping thing.”
“what are y about?”
“unless you don’t p all over holiday break, dra to have to figure something out.”
&hat he would have to take harry home for christmas, drao almost missed the fat that harry had alled him by his first o his fae. drao had heard harry refer to him by his first never had harry atually addressed him by “drao” instead of “malfoy”.
&hen, harry, you will just have to aompa you?” the to nument but harry argued anyway, blushing slightly whehat drao had piked up on his slip of the tongue.
& you even going to ask me politely, or are you just goiard about it? no, wait, why am i even asking?”
“i don’t know. why are you?”
“beause i doo your home over holiday break, i ould very easily stay right here in hogwarts the way i have for the past five years. and even if you did go home, you’d end