Two contemplative bites of toast later, the devil in question bursts through the kitchen door. "Got caught!" Harry beams at them, gesturing unnecessarily at his soaked-through tee and track bottoms. Then he apparently has a brilliant idea, because before anybody can comment he turns and kicks the door back open, simultaneously hauling his shirt over his head. Neville and Draco watch bemusedly as half-naked Harry wrings his shirt out on the steps. He comes back inside, slaps the soggy twist of cotton over one shoulder, and reaches for the refrigerator door. Raindrops bejewel his ears and run down his neck. He shakes his head impatiently.
"Potter!" yelps Draco, protecting his toast. "My God, have you never heard of a drying charm?"
Without missing a beat, Harry's wand appears, apparently from nowhere, and in the next instant his hair is dry and fluffed...
...and Draco's looks like he's just run home in a downpour.
Thirty minutes later, Draco accidentally catches Neville's eye when he wanders back into the kitchen to fetch an orange. Neville glances at his hair, which is still out of place, and the bruise starting to bloom on his cheek. The corner of his mouth quirks up.
"I may have a bit of a crush," Draco says with dignity.
"Don't we all?"
Draco feels better.
May 28, 2007
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