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“I’m too heavy,” Potter said, shaking his head.

“Oh Merlin, not that again,” Draco muttered. He grabbed Potter’s hand and yanked him down. “There, nothing’s broken,” he said, wrapping his arms around him.

“You’re impossible,” Potter laughed. He still looked a little unfortable. Clearly, he was afraid to move. Letting out a sigh, Draco smacked his thigh.

“Co on, let’s go upstairs,” he said.

“What? We’re not eating in the dining room?” Potter asked in a teasing tone. “But what about the crumbs?”

Draco rolled his eyes as Potter jumped up and waited for Draco to lead the way.

“Where are we going?”

“My bedroom.”

“Ooooh,” Potter said, wiggling his eyebrows.

“Hold your horses, Potter.”

“Now you’re really making curious.”

Draco stayed silent as they climbed the stairs, his heart drumming wildly in his chest. This was so not like him. But Potter had turned his whole world upside down; nothing was as it was before.

He paused when he wrapped his hand around the door handle.

“Co on, don’t keep in suspense,” Potter said, impatiently.

Draco snorted, shaking his head. Before he could change his mind, he opened the door and pulled Potter along with him. As soon as they stepped into the room, he let go of Potter’s hand and shot him a nervous glance. Potter was gazing at the ceiling with parted lips.

“This…” He took another step forward. “Did you charm the ceiling?”

“I did.”

“It’s like the ceiling in the Great Hall,” Potter said, his eyes fixed on the bright blue sky. “This is so cool.”

They stood there in silence for a while as Potter marveled at the sky and Draco practically burned a hole into the back of Potter’s head with his eyes.

“So, you felt like doing it outdoors but didn’t want to leave the fort of your bed, is that it?” Potter chuckled.