Understand

Malfoy Sings

So this is pretty short and uneventful, but I've been busy and I hated leaving it without updating for so long so...here it is. Hope you enjoy :)

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Harry had come to the conclusion that this was a horrible idea and he is an idiot. When he had woken up that morning, he was slightly disoriented at seeing the green curtains surrounding him. But disorientation was nothing compared to the surprise and disgust of waking up to the sound of someone singing.

The noise drifted out from the bathroom along with the sound of a shower running. Someone was singing in the shower. A Slytherin was singing in the shower. And quite horribly, too. It was almost too much for Harry to process that early in the morning, and he sat up looking around at his new roommates for the day, as they were roused from their sleep.

There was a groan in the bed near him. "Again? Goyle, tell Malfoy he's forgotten his silencing charm." There was a moment of silence before a shuffling was heard from the bed near the bathroom. Harry's head spun and he didn't know if he should laugh or just run out of the dorm while he still could. Malfoy was singing. Malfoy was singing in the shower. Harry groaned and laid back on Tom's bed, covering the pillow over his head. Of all the things he might have wanted to know about Malfoy, this was definitely not one of them.

He peeked out from under the pillow and watched as multiple Slytherin's got up and ready for the day, noting sourly that it was almost time for him to get up too. Stupid, singing Malfoy, waking him up five minutes before his alarm.

Reluctantly, he got up out of Tom's comfortable bed and went about doing what he knew Tom did in the morning. It was a little awkward getting his robes on because Tom was taller than him, as well as the fact that he wasn't used to looking at Tom's body from this particular perspective.

He entertained the idea of pranking Tom as he fixed the green Slytherin tie on Tom's uniform. This would be the perfect opportunity to do it...he was literally going to walk around as Tom for a day. Tom, who was always dressed perfectly and acted perfectly...the things he could do... he mused. But, doing anything that seemed... unlike Tom, would make it easier for him to be caught. Nevermind the fact that he might get caught anyways, with all these suspicious Slytherin's and his horrible acting.

He knew how Tom usually acted around his fellow Slytherin's, and it involved much polite talk with undertones of annoyance and aversion. And let's not forget the subtle insults that Harry had no chance of understanding, let alone recreating. But, he also knew that Tom had the habit of ignoring other Slytherins for days on end, and that the other Slytherin's were either scared of him or respected him enough to leave him alone about it.

Everyone in Slytherin seemed to walk behind Tom Riddle, and Harry planned to take advantage of that today. So, pushing aside the idea to mess with Tom and confuse the Slytherin's, Harry straightened out his robes, and combed back Tom's brown curls to the best of his ability, and exited the bathroom.

He walked as purposefully as he could back to Tom's bed and grabbed his bag, leaving the Slytherins that were scrambling around the dorm room, talking loudly and tripping over each other in their haste. It was a complete difference from the Slytherin attitude he saw outside the dorm rooms, and Harry snickered to himself quietly at the fact that the confident and rude Slytherins that thought themselves so highly above others, spent their mornings yelling profanity at each other and singing crappy love songs in the shower.

He quickly strode out of the chaos that was the Slytherin seventh year boys dormitory and ignored the few Slytherins that were seated in the common room. He wanted to get this day over with as quickly as possible.