Harry sighed loudly. "I'm boorreeedd."

Malfoy glanced up from the book he was reading, using their conjoined hands to hold it. "So do something. Draw."

Harry thought about it, and shrugged. He pulled out his notebook and pencils, and stared at his paper.

He stayed like that for about thirty seconds before muttering "I don't know what to draw."

Malfoy turned a page in his book. "Draw a person."

"But who?"

"I dunno," Malfoy replied, not paying attention.

Harry sighed, and paused. He turned toward Malfoy, studying him.

His pencil flew across the paper, shading and drawing and blending and erasing.

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*Draco's POV*

Draco wondered what Potter had finally decided to draw, and turned toward him to see. He gasped.

"Holy shit, Potter."

"Hm?" Potter glanced up, and flushed at Draco's expression.

Draco's eyes scanned over the paper. "That's amazing."

Potter blushed darker. "Thank you."

Draco studied the drawing. It was a side view of Draco, and it was kind of dark, but so was Draco.

It was incredible.