Harry didn't wake up until five in the afternoon.

He opened his eyes and sat up sleepily.

"Malfoy, I missed classes!" he cried, dropping his head in his hand. Then he lifted it. "Wait. I don't have class today."

Honestly me every Saturday^

He turned to look at Malfoy. "Malfoy?"

The blonde was sleeping peacefully, his hair like a glowing halo in the sun. Harry so badly wanted to touch it.

He gently, carefully reached out with his left hand, trying desperately not to wake the blonde.

His fingers barely brushed the golden treasure, about to touch it, and he was so close-

Malfoy stirred, and Harry jerked his hand away. Malfoy's grey eyes slowly opened to meet Harry's. He jumped.

"Jesus fucking Christ, Potter!"

Harry jumped. "Sorry!"

Malfoy pulled back quickly. "Jesus, why was your face so close to mine!?"

"I-I-" Harry stuttered.

Draco sighed. "Never mind. What time is it?"

"Five," Harry muttered.

"Oh good," Malfoy sat up. "We can get ready for dinner.

Harry nodded quietly, and sat up too.

"Um.. Potter?" Malfoy's voice was unsure.

Harry turned. "Yeah?"

"If you... ever need to like... talk about it, I guess I'm here."

Harry was shocked, but smiled. "Thanks, Malfoy."

The blonde nodded.

Harry stretched, careful not to move their joined arm.

Malfoy scooted off the bed, and Harry followed.

They both took a deep breath, and walked out the door.

They didn't get as many stares walking into the Great Hall this time, but whispers sparked as they sat at the Slytherin table.

"Hey, Potter," Pansy said as she poured herself some pumpkin juice. "Want me to pour you some? I don't want you knocking over the jug."

Harry's eyebrows raised in surprise, but he nodded. "That'd be really helpful, thanks."

She nodded, and filled his cup.

Blaise gestured at the table. "What do you want? We'll get it for you."

"Um.. Whatever is fine," Harry mumbled, embarrassed.

Instantly, about five Slytherins started working on getting food for him to eat, until his plate was full.

Malfoy smirked as he took a bite of roast beef.

"Why are you being so nice to me?" Harry asked quietly.

Pansy smirked at him, but it wasn't a cold, mocking smirk. It seemed more playful.

"Well, since you're conjoined to our dear Draco, you're an honorary Slytherin for the next ten weeks. Slytherins are all about loyalty. We don't want a fellow Slytherin to starve from not being able to use his right hand.*

Harry smiled. "Thank you. I'm honored."

This earned him grins from the other Slytherins, and Harry ate his meal happily.