Ghosts ✔️

Chapter 15

After the comment about his sheets, Draco had just grabbed a spare set from his linen closet and gave them to Harry. They were silver in color, and that didn't go unnoticed by Harry. Draco had changed them while Harry was in the bathroom.

"Malfoy what?"

"You said mine were comfortable. Maybe they'll help you sleep better, I don't know."

"Thank you."

"Oh, and here's the copy of that picture you wanted."

Harry slid both photos into his drawer.

"Until I get frames."

"Did you want something to write with?"

Draco loved Harry actually speaking to him, but his comfort was above all else.

"Not yet. It's complicated."

"Always is with you Scarhead, isn't it? Did you want to sleep now or do something else?"

"Film?"

"I'm up for that. I'm going to change out of these jeans first. I look great in them of course, but they're not comfortable for lounging about."

Harry couldn't deny that. While Draco changed, Harry did the same, but he kept Draco's shirt on. He told himself it was because it was comfortable, but he knew he was only fooling himself. That could be dealt with at a later time.

Leave it to Draco to point it out.

"You're still wearing my shirt."

"Yes."

"I suppose you can keep it, but I think it's only fair if I get one of yours."

"Dunno why but sure."

Draco marched over to the closet, hiding a massive grin. He raised an eyebrow at the lack of choices.

"Your birthday is the end of July, correct? I'm taking you shopping. How can I steal your shirts if you barely have any? Absolutely ridiculous."

Draco grabbed a soft looking red one and went back into the bathroom to change into it. It was softer than it looked.

"How do I look?", Draco asked, jokingly striking a pose.

"Like a model."

Suddenly, Draco's face was matching his shirt.

"Thank you. This is a very soft shirt", he changed the subject.

"You look good in red."

"I look good in everything", he replied automatically, dropping unceremoniously onto the bed next to Harry.

"True."

"I don't know if I like complimentary Potter or not. It's very odd."

Draco had only heard Harry say these things in his head. He never thought they could be real.

"Just being truthful."

"I think you like seeing my cheeks color."

"It's a bonus."

"Git", Draco replied with a laugh, lightly hitting Harry's shoulder.

They laid in silence for a bit, Draco staring at the ceiling as Harry analyzed him.

"Ask."

"How are you really doing, Scarhead?"

The owl in the corner of the room let out a happy hoot, and Harry laughed quietly.