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If there was one thing Harry loved more than anything in the world, it was Hugs. Hugs and Cuddles. He didn't get a lot of those the first time around: neither Ron nor Hermione was all that touchy and the least said about the Dursleys, the better.
That being said, this time around, Harry was a Slytherin, and strangely enough, most Slytherins (at least the ones he was close to) did not shy away from physical contact. While he wasn't all that close to his year mates apart from Moon, Nott, and Zabini, he was very friendly with his upperclassmen. Flint, for all of his grumpiness, was very protective of the younger years and for reasons unknown, Harry in particular. Terence was almost always touching Harry in some way, mostly side hugs and hair ruffling but sometimes he would be found cuddling Harry on one of the couches of the Slytherin common room.
Still, when it wasn't one of those two, Harry could be found with Adrian Pucey. Which was currently the case.
Harry was laying on top of the older boy, their legs intertwined.
"Have you done your DADA essay, Harry?"
Harry nodded sleepily against the Chaser.
"Don't you have Quidditch practice with your team, today?"
Adrian shook his head.
"Nah, Marcus called it off."
Harry raised his head.
"Marcus did what!? That doesn't sound like him at all."
At that, Heir Pucey snickered:
"I bet he was too busy with Wood to bother with us."
Harry choked on his laugh.
"No way! Those two? Together!?"
Adrian chuckled:
"Well, I don't know if I would say together as in" together" but, sure."
Harry's face did something complicated when he scrunched up his nose.
" Ew."
Long fingers carded through his wild curls and Harry almost purred.
"You say that now," the older mumbled into his hair. "Let's wait a few more years and see how it is for you."
Harry buried his nose into Adrian's neck.
"Even when I was 17 I've never felt sexual attraction."
Adrian almost choked on his saliva upon hearing the last two words. He did not expect those words from the tiny snakelet.
That was not even taking into account what he had heard just before. When he was seventeen? But he was eleven! Then again, that was the same eleven years old boy who mastered seventh-year spells regularly without breaking a sweat.
Adrian decided to just... not process that sentence. Instead, he undid a few knots in the child's hair and snickered when the boy whined in discomfort. Still, the younger snake snuggled closer into his side with a happy noise.
"Don't fall asleep on me, Little One."
He didn't get an answer. Looking at the raven-haired boy, Adrian found him fast asleep on top of him.
Figured the kid would fall asleep on him anyway.
Oh well, at least he was light enough to transport without trouble.
With a sigh, he sat up taking a hold of the child and lifting him bridal style. He started his ascension toward the dorms and used his foot to open the door leading to the boys' first years dorms.
Harry's bed was the one the closest to the sphere-shaped window. He knew that because between Terence and him they visited the first years' dorms a lot to put Harry to bed.
It was a bit of a struggle to put the child to bed, if only because the boy kept a tight grip on Adrian's sleeve and wouldn't let go. Still, he eventually managed and carded his fingers through dark curls.
"Good night, little one."
He might love Harry. Just a little bit. The boy always knew what to do to enlighten the mood. That and he was always a nice presence to be around.
"Night, Adri..."
Adrian snorted and closed the door behind him. He deserved a good night of rest, knowing Harry, the boy would be one of the first up at the first hour in the morning.