(A/N): Um. Wow. Due to enormous response, as well as some new ideas given to me by reviewers, I have decided to expand upon this story!!!

To all my reviewers: Thank you guys SO MUCH! I love you :hands out chocolate-covered Draco-and-Harrys to everyone: You guys are totally awesome.

Okay. So, on with the show. :dims lights: Ah, and just so you know, Harry and Seamus aren't fighting...what fun with that be? What with...well...you'll see.

Aftermath

Consciousness came slowly to Harry the next morning, partly due to the fact that he wasn't entirely sure he wanted to wake up. He was enjoying his dreams very much, thank you, and he was quite keen to keep them going. However, it was not to be so; he felt himself becoming steadily more aware of his body, of the soft blanket tickling his face, the warmth curled up against him under the covers. He cracked his eyes open sleepily and saw a mass of pale-blonde hair spread out like white silk over his pillow. Smiling, he raised his fists to his eyes to rub drowsiness out of them, thinking, okay, everything's normal today, everything's fine.He was halfway through a yawn when he realized two things simultaneously: one, he did not have blonde hair, and two, there was not supposed to be another person in the bed with him.

Attempting not to panic, Harry sat up, letting the covers fall off him as he did, which alerted him to a third thing definitely not categorized under the heading A NORMAL DAY: he did not usually sleep naked. He put a hand to his forehead, thinking back, pressing himself to remember what had happened last night, but he could not remember anything after returning from Hogsmeade…there was just black and confusion and the faint recollection of consuming a lot of sugar-filled sweets. He forced himself not to jump to the obvious conclusion as he leaned over to pull the covers away from his unexpected bedmate's face, chanting a pacifying mantra under his breath: "Calm down. It's okay. Calm down." But in the next second, it became impossible to take his own advice, for there, lying next to him on the bed, breathing slowly and heavily, a small, peaceful smile on his lips, was Draco Malfoy. And what was worse, he was naked too.

Harry panicked.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

The sudden yell caused Draco to jolt upright, so fast it was like he'd been touched by fire. He caught sight of Harry and his gaze flew from the Gryffindor's face to his bare torso to the bed they were lying in to his own naked chest, eyes growing wider and wider until it appeared they would pop out of his head. As soon as he had completed the rotation his head snapped up and those horrorstricken metallic eyes met Harry's own. Then he joined in the screaming.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

"MALFOY WHAT THE BLOODY HELL ARE YOU DOING IN MY BED????" Harry bellowed.

"POTTER WHAT THE BLOODY HELL AM I DOING IN YOUR BED????" Draco roared, at the exact same time.

By now, the entire dormitory was awake. Neville was sitting up, yelling something at the top of his lungs about someone stealing his Mimbulus mimbletonia, apparently convinced he was still dreaming. Dean had jumped out of bed and was now standing stunned in front of one of the windows, his eyes pinned strictly to Harry and Malfoy. Ron and Seamus were fighting to pull the covers off themselves in Ron's bed; they too had awoken moments before, a little confused as to how they had gotten there but not entirely unsurprised to find that they were sharing a bed. There had been a spark between them for a while; it was just the first time they had done something about it.

"What did we – I mean – " Harry paused to rephrase, still half-shouting, unwilling to ask something that began with "what did we do…?" when the "we" in question referred to himself and Malfoy. When he found the right words he reverted back to screaming again in an effort to let out some of his frustrations. "WHAT HAPPENED LAST NIGHT?"

Draco held his hands up, all helpless, revolted confusion. "You think I would know?" he asked, shaking his head fast back and forth so his white-blonde hair flew. "I – I – this can't have been my idea," he finished haughtily, a touch of the usual arrogance in his low drawl.

"Oh," said Harry, with a kind of hysterical sarcasm. "So it's my fault, is it? My fault you're in my bed? I don't remember anything about last night, how do you expect it to be my fault?"

"Well, I don't remember anything either!" Draco exclaimed, his usually excellent mental comeback list failing him under such sudden trauma. Just when I needed it, he thought bitterly. "I can't believe this, I can't believe it, in bed with Harry Potter – what are YOU staring at?" he added in a fierce growl to Neville and Dean. Neville jumped but Dean laughed.

"I dunno, Malfoy," he said seriously. "Couldn't be the fact that you're in bed with your worst enemy, could it?"

Ron and Seamus joined them then, two of Ron's sheets wrapped low around their lean hips. Seamus rested his elbow on one of Ron's freckled shoulders and sneered at Malfoy, who glared just as viciously back, so incensed he failed to notice how odd they looked.

Harry, too shocked to be angry, turned to Malfoy, and their eyes met. For a split second, both were aware of something occurring between them, but then the instant passed and Harry said flatly, "Malfoy. Get out. Now."

For once in his life, Draco listened to Harry, yanking his jeans up from where they pooled around his ankles under the covers and snatching up his robes from the floor, throwing a harsh, "My pleasure," over his shoulder as he went. The door slammed shut behind him and after that there was utter silence as Harry ran his fingers repeatedly through his jet-black hair, his eyes wide and staring, his fingers clenching the blankets settled at his waist. Finally Ron broke the quiet, tentatively.

"Okay. I forbid you to have any more sugar ever, Harry."

His words brought nervous snorts of laughter from the rest of the boys, quickly stifled and swallowed until they saw Harry's reluctant grin. He looked up, his eyes running over his friends, accepting Neville's encouraging smile, seeing Seamus's lazy but undeniably territorial arm on Ron's shoulder. He grinned again.

"Oh yeah, and what about you two?" he asked, reaching out for something, anything to get his mind off Malfoy. At this Neville and Dean glanced curiously over at Ron and Seamus, who looked back at them, mild defiance in their eyes.

"Yeah," said Seamus. "I can't really remember what happened last night either, but whatever did, it's not as surprising as you and Malfoy. God, Harry, I thought you'd choose better," he teased gently.

Harry threw his pillow at him. Upon the shift in positions he realized with a sickening jolt that the sheets around his nether regions were covered in a vaguely familiar sticky substance; throwing back his head, holding his palms to the heavens, he mouthed, "Why?" before groaning and announcing, "I'm gonna need to wash my sheets."

Neville turned red; the rest of the boys laughed and Ron said, "Me too. I dunno, I don't like this. Chores on a Saturday."

"I'd take homework over this any day," Harry said sourly.

xxx

Harry and Ron soaked their sheets in water and soap; they were too lazy (and reluctant, in case anyone noticed why the sheets needed to be washed) to take them to the laundry room and they weren't satisfied with using magic, being unsure that it would completely rid the material of…er…evidence. They left the sheets to steep in separate bathtubs while they went down to the Great Hall for breakfast. As they entered the huge, high-ceilinged room, today reflecting a pure, cloudless aquamarine sky, Harry saw Draco slipping into the seat next to Pansy Parkinson over at the Slytherin table. His hair was gel-free again today, soft and satin-sleek hanging around his eyes, which met Harry's as he watched him. They stared at each other for a moment, expressionless. Then, abruptly, both turned determinedly away, Harry focusing on Hermione, Draco leaning over closer to talk to his friends. When he and Ron reached Hermione Harry took the seat opposite her. He knew if he sat facing Malfoy he'd look at him automatically, and that wouldn't help his plan to keep his thoughts as far as possible from the blonde Slytherin.

"Hello, boys," Hermione sang as they settled in, pulling dishes of steaming food within their reach. "Sleep well?"

Ron snorted into his goblet of pumpkin juice. Harry glared at him before saying resignedly, "Well, I can't remember much, but from what I've figured out this morning, no."

Hermione frowned, watching him. Harry looked away from her scrutiny and instead devoted himself to the plate of food in front of him. When he'd been silent for a good thirty seconds, Hermione cleared her throat and said, "Well? Aren't you going to elaborate?"

Harry couldn't look at her. "No."

"Ron?"

He glanced helplessly at Harry, who gave a short, jerky nod before closing his eyes and pressing a hand to his forehead. He couldn't get away.

"Er," said Ron. "Well, when he woke up this morning, Malfoy was sort of in bed with him."

"WHAT?" Hermione screeched, half-rising from her chair as Harry began pounding his head repeatedly upon the tabletop; Ron seized him by the neck of his robes and pulled him up gently before letting go and patting him on the shoulder. Harry gave him a feeble smile of thanks, then turned to Hermione, ready to receive a severe reprimand that he knew he deserved completely. But instead of firing up to yell at him, Hermione was sitting rigidly in her chair, eyes huge with mirth, both hands pressed over her mouth, shaking with suppressed laughter. As Harry and Ron stared incredulously at her, she burst out in a fit of hysteria.

"I'm sorry, but that is just too funny," she said when she had finished. "Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy. Never would have thought, in a million years, that this would happen."

"Yeah, we're all in shock, Hermione," Harry said heatedly, keeping his voice as low as he dared. "But in case you didn't notice, we've got a serious situation on our hands here. This is not funny. Losing my virginity to DRACO MALFOY was not on the agenda last night. Forget last night. Ever."

Ron snorted again, but managed to stifle his laughter; looking at Harry, who was mutinous and fuming beside him, he said, "Okay, okay, it's not funny. But maybe he'll leave us alone now, you reckon? I mean, neither of you are going to want to look each other in the eye for weeks, let alone jump down each other's throats all the time. Snape can't dock so many points from you if you're not fighting with Malfoy all the time."

"I s'pose," said Harry darkly, as Seamus came walking into the room. He spotted Ron and made quickly for their table, grinning.

"Hey," he said, sitting down next to Ron. "Harry, you might want to rethink the whole 'Malfoy-being-sugar-high-too' assumption. He keeps looking over here. Thinks you're looking hot today, is my guess."

Harry threw Seamus a dark look; Hermione burst into uncontrollable giggles again. "I expect he's telling all his little mates some story about how I kidnapped him and forced him to be my sex slave for the night."

They all laughed appreciatively and Ron said, "Yeah, cause nothing's ever his fault."

"Of course not." Seamus tousled Ron's hair affectionately and Ron's ears turned red, but he was smiling as he took a swig of pumpkin juice. "You done with all your homework, Freckles?"

Harry fought to keep a straight face as Hermione glanced interestedly over at them, her eyes sharp, omniscient, calculating. After a moment she turned to Harry and mouthed, "Freckles?"

Harry shrugged imperceptibly.

"Yeah, I am," Ron was saying. "You?"

"Nah…got Snape's essay to finish…" Seamus replied moodily. "Actually, I should go finish that when I'm done. I don't want to be up late again tonight."

"Wow, responsible," Hermione said, grinning. "Impressive, Seamus."

"Thanks, Granger," Seamus said, flashing her a grin. "Guess you're rubbing off on me."

She beamed.

When Seamus left, there was a rather uncomfortable silence, Ron picking at the remnants of his food, Harry and Hermione fighting with their eyes about who should ask him. Hermione won, so Harry turned to the redhead and asked, "So…you and Seamus, huh? For real? Not just a one-night thing?"

"Yeah," said Ron, fighting a grin, losing. "Weird, huh?"

"Not really, considering," said Harry. "I just didn't know you were into guys."

"Me neither," said Ron. "But life happens."

And with those words, the subject was closed.

xxx

It turned out that Ron's theory about Malfoy avoiding Harry was incorrect. They managed to dodge confrontation that day, but the following afternoon, on the way to double Potions, they ran into each other. Harry was alone; he'd had to double back after lunch to fetch his Potions book from the common room. Upon sighting Harry, Malfoy's lips (Harry tried not to think about what those lips had undoubtedly done to him) curled up in an unpleasant smile.

"Well, well, well," he drawled, as Crabbe and Goyle came to flank him on either side. "Potter."

"Malfoy," Harry said evenly, meeting his enemy's silver gaze.

"Looking forward to losing more points for your house today?" Malfoy asked. "You can't do anything right in Potions, Potter…dreadful, your work is, and that temper too…Professor Snape is quite right to take points off. You've got to learn somehow."

"You're right, I do," Harry snarled. "Because we can't all get by on favoritism like you…I've seen your work as well, Malfoy, and it's by no means awe-inspiring. You're lucky Snape takes care of his House so well, stepping in where he needs to and all, otherwise I expect you'd be failing everything."

"You think so, do you?" Malfoy hissed angrily. "Well let me tell you something, Potter – "

But he never got the chance to tell Harry what was on his mind. Professor McGonagall happened to be passing; she didn't even stop as she called briskly over her shoulder in her commanding voice, "You don't want to finish that sentence, Malfoy. Run along, all of you."

Harry and Draco glared resentfully at each other, but they could no more continue their verbal combat now than Apparate outside of Hogwarts. So, forcing himself to remain calm, Harry moved forward and pushed roughly past the three Slytherins, his shoulder colliding with Malfoy's as he did so. The contact knocked Draco's hand from the pocket of his robes and his fingers grazed Harry's wrist accidentally.

The electrical charge that passed between them in that little brush of skin was so great Harry was forced to stop in his tracks to recollect himself; beside him, he heard Malfoy give a sharp intake of breath and felt him shudder. Their eyes met for the umpteenth time in the past couple of days, but there was no trace of hatred now, only profound and sincere surprise. Another staring match ensued. Then they both looked hurriedly away and took off in opposite directions. Draco was halfway to the Great Hall before he realized he was heading the wrong way.

Cursing mutinously to himself under his breath, he spun on his heel and strode off in the right way, towards the dungeon. Crabbe and Goyle were still standing stupidly in the same spot he'd left them, but they followed as he stormed past, stopping for nothing, lost in his own little world. He wasn't sure what had just happened between him and Potter, but whatever it was, it couldn't have been anything good.

The words "impending doom" came to mind.

(A/N): Phew. Yeah. So that's chapter two, hope it's not too bad! More Draco-and-Harrys to those who review!