Good Intentions

Chapter 5: Adjustments

"Hey Harry!" Colin Creevey chirped as Harry made his way out of the Great Hall, heading towards the Quidditch Pitch where the Slytherin Team was currently having practice.

"Hi Colin," Harry automatically replied, almost tripping over himself, once again being blinded by the flash of Colin's camera rapidly taking pictures of him. He hurried out the front doors, instantly being knocked back by the wind. There was a horrible storm going on at the moment and only people as stupid as the Slytherins would be practicing in weather like this. Or unless Oliver Wood suddenly came back to school and was running their team. Harry mused. He missed Oliver, although he wouldn't admit it to just anyone.

Wrapping his cloak tightly around himself, he made his way towards the pitch. There was roughly twenty minutes before the spell bonding him and Draco was going to be reinforced, but he thought he would come and spy on the Slytherin Team, or at least that was the excuse he had given Ron and Hermione.

It wasn't hard picking Draco out of the sky amongst his other team mates. Somehow, even in the midst of the gale, he seemed as composed as ever. Well, except maybe for his hair, which was blowing every which way. Harry smirked at that, he would have to give him a hard time about that later.

He settled himself under an oak tree, trying to somewhat shelter himself from the storm while he waited. Draco should be coming down anytime now; their time was rapidly expiring. But for the time being, he was content to lean back against the tree, and watch Draco fly.

***

The Gryffindor common room was as warm and comfortable as ever when Ron plopped down in an armchair beside Hermione's. She raised an eyebrow in his direction, sighed heavily, and laid her book down. "It was nice getting to see Harry again wasn't it?"

"Yeah," Ron said somewhat sadly. "It hasn't even been going on that long, and I already miss the idiot."

"He didn't seem too upset about it though, did he?" Hermione asked tentatively. Talking about Draco Malfoy with Ron, whether it be in a crude way, or just casual talk, was never a good idea. There was too much bad blood between the two pure blood families.

"What do you mean? Of course he was upset about it. It's Draco Malfoy we're talking about here, son of Lucius Malfoy who used to be one of You-Know-Who's most valuable and dedicated servants."

"Ron, we don't even know that Malfoy is going to be a Death Eater like Lucius. Who knows? Not everyone follows in their parents foot steps."

"You mean you are actually defending that slimy git?" Ron howled in fury. "After all he's done to us? Especially to you."

"Of course I'm not," Hermione replied quickly, before Ron could explode. "All I'm saying is that we have no proof that he is like his father." Hermione shrugged. "There isn't much we can do about it anyways."

Ron just scoffed at her, and stormed off to the Boy's Dorms. She just picked up her book, and continued reading. Why do boys always have to get so upset about the most frivolous things?

***

"Well that was pleasant," Draco said sarcastically, as he and Harry made their way back to their rooms.

Harry shivered. "Well it wasn't a picnic for me either you know." Not long ago, they had been re-bonded, and it hadn't been a good feeling. The first time was weird enough, but having it happen again...

"I'm just glad to get out of that weather."

Draco raised an eyebrow. "What's the matter? Poor Harry bloody Potter can't handle a little storm? Tsk. Tsk. I fear our savior is weakening. What shall we do?"

"Don't be stupid. There's no way you could have enjoyed it that much. Your hair is too disheveled for that."

Draco glared him. "At least my hair looks decent most of the time. Tell me something, do you even own a comb?"

Harry snorted. "Of course I do. It just doesn't do any good, so I gave up using it a while back."

Draco studied him for a second, his eyes lighting up, as if seeing something that Harry never could. "You know I don't like that look you have on your face right now. What are you planning?" Harry was beginning to worry.

Draco grinned. "You'll see soon enough."

***

"Whhaat?" Harry whined. Someone was trying to shake him awake, and was being none to gentle about it. "Five more minutes," he muttered, trying to turn over.

"Harry you lazy git, get up!" Draco had been attempting to get Harry up the last five minutes and wasn't succeeding. He finally settled on his last resort. He took both hands and shoved Harry from the bed, landing on the floor. That was a mistake. Draco got jerked with him, flew across both beds, landing in a heap on the floor, his body across Harry's.

"Oomph," Harry said when Draco landed on him. "What the hell was that for?"

Draco got to his feet, helping Harry up off the floor, grinning. "Well that obviously wasn't what I was trying to do, but I did get you up."

Harry blearily went over to get his glasses, running his hands through his hair, making it stand on end even worse than usual. He put on his glasses and shot Draco a glare. "Can I ask one question?"

"Well you just did, but go ahead and ask another. You know why? Because I'm just feeling that generous."

Draco had that same light in his eyes that he had the day before, but Harry merely continued to glare at him. "Why in the bloody hell would you wake me up at 7:30 in the morning, especially on a Sunday?"

"Well you see," Draco said gleefully. "I have a surprise planned for you today."

Harry raised an eyebrow. "A surprise?" Since when in hell did Draco Malfoy plan a surprise for him, Harry bloody Potter, as he'd been addressed just the night before?

"I believe that's what I said. Now hurry and get dressed, we haven't all day."

***

"So, tell me, why are we going to Hogsmeade again? I don't need anything from there."

"I've told you. It's a surprise, now stop complaining and just go. I wish there were a way to get to Hogsmeade besides this bloody underground passage. It's all filthy and slimy." Draco scrunched up his nose. "None of it better get into my hair." He unconsciously smoothed down his silvery hair.

Harry just laughed to himself. "Ok, we're almost to the cellar now. Let's try and keep quiet this time, shall we?" Harry looked pointedly at Draco, remembering their last encounter in this cellar.

Harry actually thought he saw Draco blush slightly, but by the time he blinked, it was gone. "So now are you going to tell me what we're doing?"

Draco smirked. Harry was trying hard not to look excited, but was doing a really bad job of it. "What happened to not talking in the cellar?" Draco asked him quietly, a grin tugging at the corner of his mouth.

Harry gave him a half amused, half-exasperated look, but said nothing. They had to hide behind a large barrel of jelly slugs while the manager got more Sherbet Balls, but had no other troubles besides that.

Entering the warm morning sunshine, Harry and Draco headed up the high street. "Ok, here we are," Draco said as they stopped outside a fancy looking building. "I owled in a favor for you. Normally you have to have reservations months in advance to get in here, but you are with Draco Malfoy, so."

Harry looked up at the sign ahove the shop. "A hair cut?" Harry looked startled. "I don't want to get my hair cut, it's fine the way it is."

"No it is not, and you know it. It's almost down to your shoulders now, and it looks horrible. Don't you ever get it cut?"

"Sometimes," Harry muttered.

"Believe me, it needs cutting. Now go on in there and be a good little Boy-Who-Lived and get your hair cut." Draco was grinning at him.

Harry looked sideways at him. "If you pat me on the butt as encouragement, there will be hell to pay."

Despite himself, Draco burst out laughing. "You wish."

Harry flashed a smile in his direction, and went into the shop, Draco right behind him.

***

Harry was starting to feel a little unsettled. His hair was almost done getting cut, and Draco had done nothing but stare at him since. Apparently he didn't realize what he was doing, so Harry cleared his throat, and chose to study his bitten fingernails.

"There you go dear, all done." The old woman who had cut his hair handed him a mirror, "What do you think?"

Harry, somewhat resignedly held up the mirror in front of his face to see how the new haircut looked. Relieved, he paid the woman, and he and Draco left the shop. It didn't look much different to him, just a little shorter maybe.

Harry cleared his throat; Draco was looking at him like that again. "So, uh, what next?" he asked, feeling highly uncomfortable.

Draco shook his head, clearing his thoughts. "Well I thought we might get you a new wardrobe. It's time you got some decent clothes. I need a few new ones myself."

"Why do you care what I look like?" Harry asked skeptically.

"Well I've got to constantly be seen with you everywhere I go, and I can't have you looking like a miscreant all the time. I have a reputation to keep you know."

"So you've told me before," Harry said sarcastically. "Ok, maybe a few new clothes, but that's all. No more "Let's make over Harry day". Agreed?"

"Sounds good to me. Shall we get started then?" Draco asked smiling playfully, and that unsettled Harry more than he even realized.

***

"Stop throwing clothes at me, will you?" Harry told Draco irritably. "I've got enough to try on for the next decade or so, thanks. Besides, who wears these clothes? They're hideous."

"People who have even the slightest bit of style, that's who." Draco slung open Harry's dressing room door, his arms laden with even more clothes for Harry to try on.

"Draco! What are you doing? I'm changing." Harry, bare from the waist up, was very obviously trying to cover himself.

"I see that." He shoved the clothes at Harry and started picking various things out of the pile of clothes Harry had already tried on. He waved his wand and the ones that were left sprawled around the room were gone. "First of all, I've seen you naked. We shower together, remember?" Draco said loftily. "Pick some you like out of those clothes I just gave you and we'll be done. I've already done my shopping." He closed the door, hiding Harry's reddening face. "Oh, by the way, these clothes I picked out a second ago are yours too."

***

"I can not believe you made me buy all of those clothes back there. I already have plenty of clothes to wear besides these." He gestured to his robe pocket where his clothes, magically shrunk of course, were residing.

"I've already told you how bad the clothes you usually wear look. You should just throw all of those awa--," Draco stopped mid sentence.

"Oh hello boys. It's wonderful to see you here." Professor Dumbledore was standing before them, smiling widely at the two. "Lovely weather for a day outside, eh?"

Draco elbowed Harry in the side. "Oh yes, erm, Professor. It's very nice outside."

"Well boys, it was good seeing the two of you, but I'm afraid I have things I must attend to at the moment. Maybe we can catch up on things later?" He nodded to them both. "Good day."

Draco turned to Harry, looking dubious. "What was that about?"

Harry shook his head. "I've no idea. There's no telling what he's up to. I probably wouldn't want to know even if I could." Harry shrugged. "Let's just go. It doesn't matter."

***

"I don't know about you, you but I'm starving," Draco said as they were getting dressed for dinner. "So, in other words, hurry up."

"I'm trying. These new clothes feel all weird and it's all your fault." He was struggling into a red shirt that was somewhat tight fitting.

"My fault?"

"Yes, your fault. You made me buy these clothes. They are way too small," Harry mumbled. For some reason, he just could not get the blasted shirt on right.

"Well I'm sorry for helping you buy clothes that actually fit. How very wrong it was of me to make you wear something that makes you look good." Draco reached over and pulled Harry's shirt down for him. "If only you were that uncoordinated on the Quidditch pitch."

Harry laughed. "You wish. Then you might actually have a chance in beating me to the Snitch."

Draco glared at him. "You just wait until this year Potter. Then we'll see who will be the one needing luck."

"You're on," Harry said, reaching out his hand. Draco took it without hesitation and shook it firmly.

"Alright then. You ready to face the school?"

"Not really," Harry said, sighing heavily. "I don't guess I have a choice though, do I?"

***

AN: Yes, ok so I said you would find out the school's reactions, but this chapter was getting long enough, so I decided to end it there. Harry and Draco's "storm" is delayed as well. It will all happen in due time. :)

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