Harry spent the first half of his Sunday catching up with his filming and editing. It was a nice change in energy to be recording his videos earlier during the day.

After that, he began completing his uni work. He was barely staying on top of his deadlines because of this project with Snape. Not only did he complete this week's work, he started working on next week's assignments as well.

It was easy for Harry to lose track of time when he was hyper focused on his work. He had just submitted his next English paper when his phone began to ring.

"Hello?"

"Harry I'm insanely bored," Draco drawled once Harry picked up the phone.

"I'm doing well Draco thank you," Harry replied teasingly.

"Hello Harry darling, how are you on this fine Sunday evening?"

Harry laughed at the sarcastic tone and shook his head.

"I just submitted an English paper, Draco love."

The sentiment had heat rushing to Draco's cheeks, and he was thankful this was a phone call.

"Have you been doing work the whole day?"

"Yes..."

"Did you want to come over?"

"Am I allowed to come over or do I need to climb up your balcony?"

"I would honestly love to see that. Very Romeo and Juliet."

"I didn't take you for a romantic."

"I'm closeted. That came out wrong."

"There's nothing wrong if you were, but I know what you meant. What are you thinking?"

"Dinner?"

"Do you want me to pick something up?"

"No I'll just get delivery so you don't have to fuss with anything. I'm feeling like pizza today. Does that work for you?"

"Perfect. I'll be there in about half an hour."

"I'm looking forward to it. Thank you for saving me from my myself."

"Any time," Harry chuckled.

After getting ready to go, Harry looked outside and frowned. It looked like it would rain soon, and he didn't want to get caught in it.

He quickly rifled through his drawers and threw some extra clothes into his backpack when he couldn't find a different bag. Making sure he had everything he needed, he ran out of the house and pedaled as quickly as possible to Draco's house.

It had started to rain as he neared his destination. Gritting his teeth, he pulled his hood up, tied the strings, and pedaled even harder.

His fingers were shaking as he finally entered the gate code and made his way up the long drive.

As soon as Draco spotted Harry, he threw the door open.

"Shit Harry, I'm so sorry! I didn't realize it was going to rain. I tried to call you but you didn't answer."

"My phone is in my bag to keep it protected. Can I leave my bike somewhere out of the rain?"

"Of course, here. I feel so awful-"

"I won't melt," Harry teased Draco, untying his hoodie strings. "I'm just a little wet. It happens."

"I'll get some tea made, please come in. Just stand on the doormat by the door. I'll get you a new hoodie too."

"Hello- oh dear Harry."

"Good evening Mrs. Malfoy. Thank you for having me, I do apologize for the extra water I've brought inside."

"It's not your fault, you don't control the weather. I apologize that you made the trip under these circumstances. Dobby, a towel for Harry please?," she called, pressing a button on the wall.

"Of course ma'am."

Dobby had arrived in the entryway quickly and handed Harry a towel.

"Here you are sir. Young Mr. Malfoy has requested tea, it's coming right up. I can take your hoodie as well sir."

"Oh erm, thank you."

After carefully handing it over, Harry removed his glasses and wiped his face dry. He then gently dabbed them with the towel before placing them back on his face.

"Where should I leave my shoes?"

"On the mat is fine. Dobby will take care of those as well."

"Thank you."

Draco came back with two tea cups and led Harry up the stairs.

"Are your trousers wet? You can borrow a pair of mine. I'm sure I have something that fits."

"What size are you?"

"These are-"

"No Potter what's your actual size? Your clothing is always so baggy. I don't mean that in an offensive way, it's just at least one size too big."

"Then I don't know," Harry replied with a shrug.

"You don't know?!," Draco sputtered incredulously.

He walked over to Harry, a determined glint in his eye, and grabbed Harry by the waist, then by the hips.

"What are yo-"

"Shhh I'm working."

After sizing Harry up for a few moments, Draco walked into his closet.

"Try these," he instructed.

"If you say so."

"Good, you're learning," Draco replied with a smirk. "You know where the bathroom is."

Sighing, Harry did as told and walked back out of the bathroom. Once again, he obliged Draco by slowly spinning around. Draco stood up, grabbed the end of Harry's shirt, and twisted it around his hand to tighten it.

"Much better. You can keep these, they were an impulse buy and I don't think I've ever worn them. They look much better on you."

"That's doubtful," Harry replied with a snort, gently untwisting his shirt from Draco's hand.

"Why would you ever doubt me?," Draco retorted, placing his hands on his hips.

"I doubt that they look better on me, when you're objectively good looking. I'm average and that's okay."

With a shrug, Harry placed down his backpack and dropped onto Draco's bed.

"Oh."

"So, what did you have in mind for tonight?"

"We eat a whole pizza and watch the telly," Draco replied, dropping into bed next to Harry.

"I've never done that. I don't know if I can sit still for that long."

"I have a lot to learn about you Harry Potter," Draco mused quietly, turning on the tv.

"Ask away."

Draco rolled onto his side to face Harry.

"For starters, what do you like to watch?"

"I like the horror genre. And cooking shows."

"What a range," Draco replied with a snort. "Horror of all things?"

"Coping mechanism I s'pose. What about you?"

"I tend to avoid anything that will give me nightmares. I like mysteries and romance. But you better not tell anyone, or else."

"Or else what?," Harry teased, brushing a fallen piece of hair out of Draco's eyes.

"I can't tell you. You seem like a masochist so any punishment may be rewarding to you."

Harry giggled, he giggled, and Draco's heart skipped a beat.

"Oh no," he thought.

That combined with the gentle brushing of hair across his forehead had him feeling things he most certainly should not be feeling. It was most certainly a friendly gesture but-"

He was brought out of his stupor by a gentle hand on his forehead.

"Are you alright Draco?"

"Hmm?"

"I lost you for a minute there. Are you sure you're alright enough for company? I can head home-"

"You're leaving in this weather over my dead body. I was just thinking about what we should watch."

"Anything you want."

"You're my guest, you pick. What's your favorite horror movie?"

"You don't like horror movies."

"But I like you. You've been putting up with me, it's the least I can do."

"You're my friend yeah? It's what friends do, or so I've been told," Harry joked.

"You're my first and only real friend you know. I'm not good with... emotional things... but I appreciate you.

Now, pick a movie before I push you off my bed."

Laughing, Harry grabbed the remote and started flicking through movies, telling Draco about each one so that he could pick whatever one interested him the most. They had finally decided when there was a knock at the door.

"Come in," Draco called.

"Your dinner is here boys."

"Thank you Mother. I could've gotten it."

"It's best your father doesn't know," she replied with a ghost of a smile. "How are you liking school Harry?"

"It's better than the last school I went to."

"Are you making a lot of friends?"

"Mother!," Draco hissed.

"A few. I've known Ron Weasley for years, and Neville Longbottom is nice. I mostly keep my head down and focus on my school work."

"So no significant other? I'm sure you'll find one soon. It's what I keep telling Draco. You'll meet the one when you least expect it. I'll leave you to your dinner now."

"I do apologize for that, my mother is quite nosy."

"It's alright. I've heard worse. So the movie then?"

"Are there jump scares? I might choke on my pizza."

"Don't worry, I'll protect you," Harry teased.

"You better or else."

"There's that empty threat again. But yes, The Conjuring does have a lot of jump scares."

"Bloody hell I need new friends," Draco muttered, pressing play on the film.

It was the second time during the movie that Draco had jumped and cursed quietly when Harry pulled the other man to sit in between his legs.

"See? You're safe. We can turn it off if you want?"

"No, I told you it was your pick. I just don't like jump scares."

"Then why did you pick this movie?"

"It sounded the most interesting, and I hate clowns," Draco argued, curling into Harry.

"Or you just wanted someone to cuddle," Harry teased, wrapping his arms around Draco.

"You're more handsy than me," Draco muttered, but he didn't deny it.

"I can let you go-"

At that moment Draco squeaked when lightning crackled outside and buried his face in Harry's neck.

"Don't you dare."

Laughing, Harry rested his head against Draco's.

"Really Draco, I won't be upset if you wanted to turn this off. It means a lot that you even started watching it."

"We can finish it another day, the weather is making it worse."

"Fine by me. Put on a mystery or something yeah?"

"Yeah."

Draco moved to get up but Harry's arm remained around him.

"I'm comfortable if you are."

"Alright. After the movie I have ice cream too if you want some?"

"You're going to make me fat," Harry replied with a pout, dropping his chin on Draco's shoulder.

"It'll get you to fill out those shirts," Draco teased.

"You're such a tosser."

"Aren't you so glad to have me?"

"I really am."

They spent the rest of the night watching movies, and even started a tv show together. It was later than Harry realized when the last episode had ended.

"I need to get home Draco."

Draco was half asleep and sprawled across Harry.

"Just stay the night."

"I don't want to overstep-"

"Let someone else take care of you for once will you? It's one night, the weather is still bad, and I don't want something to happen to you out there."

"Alright," Harry relented. "I have my backpack anyway."

"Perfect. God knows you like to sleep in," Draco teased sleepily.

"Says sleeping beauty."

"Ah but you called me beautiful so I can't lose can I?"

The response of "you are" came so quietly that if Draco would have breathed he'd have missed it.

"Goodnight Harry."

"Goodnight Draco."