The persistent knocking at Harry's door just would not cease. He tried pulling his pillow over his head, he tried throwing his pillow at the door, he even tried yelling out that nobody was home.
Knock-knock. Knock-Knock-knock. Knock. Knock!
That shave-and-a-haircut rapping was doing his head in.
With a groan that rumbled through the whole apartment, Harry rolled out of bed and stumbled towards the door. He swung it open and leaned heavily on the knob, glaring at the insistent knocking bastard.
"Malfoy?" he croaked and shook himself awake. "What the hell are you doing here at this hour?"
"Sorry, Potter," Malfoy replied sounding anything but. "Didn't mean to spoil your beauty sleep."
"Uh-ha." Harry shook his head and waved his hand in circular gesture for more information. "Annnd, what do you want?"
"Yeah." Malfoy looked one way then the other, obviously uncomfortable. "You have to let me stay here tonight."
"Why the hell would I do that?" Harry gave him raised eyebrows and stood straighter, more awake now.
"Pansy threw me out; said some bollocks about not understanding her inner woman. I mean what the fuck does that mean?" Then as though remembering himself he regained his arrogant sneer. "Besides you have to. You're Saint I'm-the-chosen-one Potter. You can't let a fellow Hogwarts graduate spend the night on the street."
"Oh can't I?"
"Nope," Draco said and slipped by Harry and into the other man's one bedroom apartment. "And I won't steal the covers like last time, either."
Harry watched bemused as Draco yanked off his expensive shirt like it was a mere scrap. Shaking his head he closed the door and pulled off his own basic black T-shirt as he went. This was the third time this month. Quite a habit… Not that Harry was complaining.