Gold and Silver
A/N: sorry if my references to previous books aren't quite right, I'm at Uni and don't have them here tear/ I changed the ending of the 6th book so Dumbledore didn't die/Malfoy isn't already part of Voldemort's team to make this work…if that offends you…sorry…
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How did it end up like this? Harry asked himself, shivering as he sat naked on the roof of the tower which contained the quarters Draco lived in as Head Boy. Draco's black cat, Meliflua, climbed out the window behind him and rubbed against him, settling as Harry petted her absent-mindedly.
How did I, the Golden Boy, end up sleeping with the boy who was raised to be one of my worst enemies?
He really didn't know how it had happened…it just did. And now he couldn't stop. Hell, he didn't even want to stop anymore.
"Harry?" He turned to see Draco's silver eyes reflecting the moon's light.
"Yeah?" In all honesty he was a little irritated. He wanted to be alone. To think.
Draco pulled his body out onto the roof as well, bringing a blanket with him. "What're you doing out here?"
"Thinking - I couldn't sleep."
Draco paused, and Meliflua came to wind, sinuously, around his legs too. "Oh." He frowned. "Did you want to be alone?"
Harry turned to look at him. "No." He smiled a little. "No, its fine. I'd like your company." He gestured next to him. "Join me?"
Draco came to lean against him, wrapping the blanket around both of them. "I was cold." He whispered in Harry's ear, letting his lips tickle the sensitive cartilage. Harry shivered.
He turned, letting his lips catch Draco's neck and move down his throat and chest as he went down on top of him. "I'm sorry to hear that."
"Mmm" Draco murmured. "It was awful." He rolled Harry so that he was on top, and then turned him over. Draco liked to be in control.
Carefully he ran his fingertips down Harry's back so Harry could just feel it raising his hairs, awaking his senses. Then Draco entered him, slowly, carefully.
The next morning Harry woke up to a bright light shining in his eyes and realised how cold he was. Blinking confusedly, he rolled over and propped himself up on one elbow. "Where are we?"
"The roof." Draco mumbled, in a similar state.
"Ugh." Harry grumbled, pulling himself towards the window and a comfortable bed. Draco followed.
He awoke again several hours later to the smell of fresh coffee and fresh baked scones.
He loved house elves. Climbing out of bed he pulled on a dressing gown. "Dray, breakfast is here." Draco responded by pulling a pillow over his head. Harry shrugged. "Fine, but you're missing out."
He went into the living room to find Hermione there. "Hey Harry." She said without looking up. "You stayed the night, then?" it was a rhetorical question.
"Yep." Harry sat down in the seat across from her and took a freshly buttered scone and some coffee. "Mmm."
"How long are you going to keep this up?" Harry didn't respond.
"People are going to find out, Harry."
"I know."
"So…" she trailed off.
"So I'm working on it, o.k. Hermione? Back off."
She sighed. "I just don't want you to get into a situation you can't get out of. I mean, not telling Ron is bad enough, but when the rest of the school…"
"Drop it Hermione."
"Fine." She picked up her books and stalked back into her room. "But I wish you'd listen." She slammed the door.
Harry sighed and put the unbitten scone back down. "Me too."