The common room was pretty quiet when Harry opened the entrance even though there were at least fifteen people in it doing various things. The gentle chatter, however, went from a low companionable level to completely nothing when Harry stepped into the room. He had thinned his mental barriers slightly just in case and the room was awash with metallic silvers and golds, as well as a blue haze of shock. He had not yet pinned on his prefect's badge and he held it tightly in one hand using the sharp edges to distract him from how nervous he felt.
"Harry," Ron greeted in surprise and stood up from where he was playing chess with Neville, "we didn't expect you back yet."
Once again Harry was incredibly glad that he had a friend like Ron.
"We thought you'd like an explanation," was the only thing he could come up with to say in response to the question.
At that, someone disappeared up the stairs to the girls' rooms and someone disappeared up the stairs to the boys' rooms; Harry had no doubt every member of Gryffindor house in the tower would be in the room in seconds.
"We?" Ron really was a fantastic friend.
Harry looked over his shoulder at the shadowed, still open door.
[You're going to have to come in some time,] he said silently.
[I'd rather be drunk first,] Draco replied and did not even attempt to hide his nervousness.
[I won't let anyone curse you,] Harry said, trying to make light of the situation.
[Easy for you to say,] his lover shot back, [it hasn't been your mission in life to make every Gryffindor hate you.]
[Draco, please come in,] Harry gave up trying to be funny, [I love you and I want you here for this.]
Finally his soulmate appeared in the doorway and a disgruntled murmur went round the room, even Ron looked surprised.
"What's he doing here?" someone asked from the back of the room.
"He's with me," Harry said very firmly and fixed the speaker with a glare, "and he's going to be living upstairs so get used to the idea."
That brought a stunned silence to the entire assembly and several mouths were hanging open.
"Way to go breaking it to them gently, Harry," Draco commented sarcastically, "maybe you should tell them Voldemort will be joining us next."
"Draco, shut up," Harry said pointedly, "you're not helping."
It had become quite obvious even before Harry ended up in Draco's head that the Slytherin used sarcasm as a defence mechanism; right now it wasn't particularly useful.
"Since when have you two been on first name terms?" surprisingly it was Neville who spoke up.
"Oh we're on more than first..." Harry turned around and fixed Draco with a glare before his other half could finish his sentence.
"Will you please let me do this?" he said firmly and after a moment or so Draco nodded.
[Sorry,] came the mental apology.
[It's okay,] Harry replied in kind, [I'm scared too.]
At that moment Hermione came down the stairs with a couple of other girls.
"Harry, Draco," she greeted with surprise in her voice, "I heard, but I thought someone was pulling my leg."
[I wish,] Draco muttered in Harry's head.
"We came to explain," Harry said aloud.
"Oh," was Hermione's response, "good for you."
Then like the jewel she was she made her way across the room and placed herself right next to Draco pledging her support so that no one could mistake it.
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Gold Tinted Spectacles (Hecatemus Book #1)
Fanfiction(Drarry) Harry Potter is about to enter his seventh year, and things are not quite what he expected. He is no longer the angry boy who watched his world fall apart at the end of his fifth year, but neither has he completely found his place yet. He i...
