Zinnia says: Poor Harry's a total mess and so clueless…

Chapter 2 A little more Drama

When Harry woke up, he felt warm and nice. He stretched a little but it was difficult since there was something heavy in front of him. The thing blocking his movements was warm, felt like silk on his nose and fingers and smelled of… Malfoy?

His eyes flew open and he sat up quickly. Everything looked a bit blurry since he wasn't wearing his glasses and it was quite dark in the room and… he was in a bed. Malfoy was there.
Right there on his right side, under the very same green silk blanket with Harry. Harry had been sleeping against the Slytherin's back. I've gone insane, was his only thought repeating itself in his head.

Harry couldn't help but gasp as he realised something, "Why am I naked?"
He asked Malfoy with a confused tone. He wasn't just naked but he was actually sporting a morning wood too. What a great way to wake up.

"You blacked out wearing nothing but a towel and since I didn't want to wake up our sleeping beauty by dressing him up in my clothes, I thought you could sleep just well without the towel too." Malfoy muttered, apparently all sleepy as he yawned at the end of the sentence.

Harry was way too embarrassed to even take a look at the Slytherin so he asked, "Do you even know what Sleeping Beauty means?"

"Of course I do, I'm not an idiot! I've taken a lot of muggle studies lately and since many students have used that phrase in a conversation, it was easy to remember."

The tone was surprisingly calm, Harry thought, but it was probably due to the fact Malfoy had just been asleep.

"Oh," was all he could come up.

When Malfoy didn't say anything and seemed to continue with sleeping, Harry finally lay back down but turned his back at Malfoy.

God, how can I be hard in a situation like this, haven't I suffered enough already?

The memories from the night before started to fill his mind slowly. It was all like a dream of some sort. It was weird to think how much had happened during what seemed like the last 24 hours, and to realise at the same time, that they were in a non-existing time.
Here they were, in the cupboard and if they ever got out before killing each other, then they would be back in the same day when Harry had been in the Death Eater meeting.

How extremely strange this all is, he thought.

Then he said, "Malfoy. I need you to do me a favour."

Malfoy didn't move, he was silent for a moment before asking, "What kind of a favour?"

"Kiss me for ten minutes and when we get out, take me to St. Mungos and make sure they never let me out. I've lost my mind. Really, I mean it. I'm insane."

Malfoy hadn't managed to say anything before Harry suddenly carried on; the words were coming out fast like he couldn't stop them,
"I thought I was going crazy already during September when I thought someone was following me. I thought I was going crazy when we were in the cupboard and I was hard. I thought I was going crazy when Ron told me he was gay. I thought I was going crazy when Luna announced she was going to Japan. I thought I was crazy when Neville started to write poems and Seamus went to Edinburgh and you looked like you had fallen in love with Dene and now… now I know I wasn't crazy at that time. Everyone else was crazy and I've only just now lost my mind!"

He was breathless when he finally shut up.

Malfoy sighed and asked, "Why do you think you've gone insane now?"

Harry clenched his jaw before another set of words came out like bullets from a machine gun,

"I must be crazy since I thought for a minute that… I could… do something to change things between you and me. It might've been because of the letter you wrote me, or because of all the letters you wrote me, or because of the fact you had gone through with all that trouble to save my life and then you did and… and… Merlin, I'm so lost. I feel so confused. About everything. Even my patronus has changed its form and I can't think of any reason why it would do something like that. Everything's… everything's so fucking weird. Nothing's normal anymore. Not a single thing. And on top of this all I'm trapped with you in a time that doesn't even really exist!"

Malfoy sighed again before muttering, "You should get some more sleep. I don't think you've gone insane. Much has been going on lately, I get that. Now just calm down and get some sleep. I think we both need it since it's difficult to know when you're really supposed to sleep in this cupboard when there's no time. If you don't sleep enough, then you'll feel like you are going crazy."

Harry absorbed this for a moment and then decided Malfoy must be right since the blond Slytherin had already spent weeks in the cupboard before. He must know these things far better than Harry did.

He closed his eyes and muttered, "Why do you care if I get insane or not?"

Malfoy seemed to be already falling asleep since his voice was slurred and quiet, "I don't want you to go all mental and kill me."

The sentence made Harry suddenly remember the whole Sectumsempra day. It did have only one good effect; his hard-on died in one second.

Did Malfoy really think Harry might kill him?

He opened his eyes and said firmly, "I would never do that."

Malfoy didn't say anything and Harry wasn't sure if the boy was already sleeping.

He waited for a moment before noticing how tired he actually was. When he closed his eyes he fell asleep immediately and his dreams were filled with dragon patronuses.

When he woke up again he felt nice and warm. He stretched against the nice, warm, silky thing near him that smelled of Malfoy and felt so good underneath his fingers. He sat up fast like a lightning and said,

"I'm sorry! I don't know why my body keeps doing that…"

He looked at the blond, green silk covered Slytherin who stretched and muttered, "I know, you were asleep and didn't do it on purpose. It's fine."

Harry went quiet. He didn't know what he could possibly answer to that.

He was hard. Again.

Malfoy turned his head a little and looked at Harry, who was still looking at him. Malfoy had just been all relaxed and now Harry could see how the boy tensed and went rigid.

In return Harry went rigid as well, as if his body had developed some sort of a secret plan along with Malfoy's.

It seemed like adrenaline had suddenly started to run in Harry's body as his heartbeats seemed to grow faster the longer he kept staring in the grey eyes. The colour was visible although it was dim in the room, and he didn't have his glasses. Grey. The exact shade of grey, which made Harry all nervous and tense.

It was too quiet and intense, Harry tried to break it,

"What are we doing?" His voice betrayed him, it wasn't cold or hard at all. It was quiet and revealed his nervousness somewhat.

"I don't know. Are we doing something?" Malfoy asked. His voice was too tense too, revealing the same feelings Harry was currently going through.

"I don't know." Harry answered and swallowed painfully.

Malfoy took a deep breath, Harry watched as the green silk covered chest rose and went down. There it is again, that feeling. I want to kiss him…

"You're not mad at me I put you in ropes?" Malfoy asked his voice still low.

Harry shook his head a little, and then asked, "I don't know why you were mad at me before but… you're not mad at me anymore?" It carried a small hint of hope.

Malfoy made a small 'm-mm' sound, as if in 'no', then took another of those deep breaths.
I want him…

"Why were you mad at me?" Harry asked.

Malfoy shrugged a little and said, "I overreacted to something."

"To what?" Harry asked without shifting his gaze from Malfoy's eyes.

"Nothing," the Slytherin answered calmly.

Harry didn't say anything so they were quiet and every time Malfoy took that deep breath, Harry clenched his jaw as the needy feeling brought his mouth full of saliva.
I need to kiss him… I want to unbutton his shirt, lick his chest, kiss him in the neck so hard he'll scream…

"When we were in the cupboard… did you… did you think it was awful? The kissing, I mean. "

Harry asked, the nervousness made him hold his breath as he waited for the answer.

Malfoy shook his head slowly.

Harry forced himself to ask the next question, "Why don't you want to do it again then?"

Malfoy was quiet for a moment, almost like having a debate with himself, before answering, "Because of what happened after we got out."

Harry blinked. There it was again. The fact that Malfoy had gotten hard that night, after the whole cupboard incident.

Harry muttered, "You mean… "

Malfoy closed his eyes and tilted his head back a little, "Yes, I'm talking about the hard-on."

Harry had no idea what he was expected to say, "What's so bad about it? You said yourself 'where I'm coming from it's considered natural to get hard when you're snogging with someone'."

Malfoy frowned a little, not bothering to open his eyes, "Yes but I was wrong. It's not natural when it happens between you and me."

Harry fell silent and turned his head away. Why did that hurt?

He clenched his jaw but then asked, "You mean… because were both boys?"

"No! We're both gay so it should be natural, only it's not because it's you… and me."

The irritation that seemed to be in the voice at the beginning of the sentence vanished half-way through and left Malfoy's voice sound a bit hesitant.

Harry turned his head to look at the boy and asked, "How did you know I was gay?"

"Oh, please," Malfoy muttered and rolled his eyes, as if Harry had just asked the most obvious thing.

"Why should it matter if it's you and me? If we're both gay and… well, why not?"

Harry narrowed his eyes at the Slytherin, challenging him to say something that would make Harry want him less than he did right now.

Malfoy shrugged a little, staying out of the competition.

Argh! Irrational irritation and hurt suddenly filled Harry's mind. Why was Harry here in the first place, why did he have to give that stupid task? Why? Harry snapped,

"Well if you think it's so awful to kiss me then I'm just going to stay here forever! I don't even have any clothes with me! And I'm hungry! Are you going to let me starve then?"

He wanted to stand up and march out of the room but couldn't because he was naked and he was not going to let Malfoy look at him naked! Not after this conversation.
Although Malfoy probably already had… fuck.

Why am I being so dramatic all of a sudden? Why can't I just let it be, this shouldn't matter. I should calm down and accept the fact I'm stuck in here… with him.

I can't really like him! Do I like him? Oh God, please no! What is this feeling?

"I know a good copying charm so I'll duplicate my clothes for you. You can also eat now. If you want, I'll build up the bedroom for you." Malfoy said with an even, rational voice.

No I don't want that, I want to sleep with you… I want to sleep on top of you and rub myself against you both when I'm conscious and also when I'm not…

"Why did you start building me a bedroom in the first place?" Harry asked.

"In case something went wrong with my original plans and I needed to come up with a better one and needed your help with it. I was thinking of kidnapping you and keeping you here until you'd believe me, help me and so forth. It was better to have a lot of back-up plans."

Harry was silent or a moment, his sudden burst of irritation seemed to vanish just as quickly as it had appeared. Harry said,
"Well, it seems I have kidnapped myself anyway. Could you duplicate me the clothes so I can go to breakfast?"

Malfoy didn't answer, just stood up and went to the cupboard and started duplicating. Harry watched his back for a moment. Harry had never been a fan of silk but sweet Merlin, it looked so very on good on Malfoy. The silk had seemed to glow with the warmth of Malfoy's skin when Harry had been stroking it as he had been waking up. It was no wonder his body had a will of its own while Harry was asleep. Oh and Malfoy's ass right now, the way the silk seems to hug it…

What the hell am I thinking again? Harry shook his head and decided to keep his gaze in his own fingers. Suddenly that very same green silk fabric landed on Harry's hands and a voice asked,

"You okay?"

Harry looked up at Malfoy, who was frowning.

Harry gulped and tried to speak but it seemed words were stuck in his throat: "Yeah… I… uhm…"

"What's wrong? Are you shaking?"

Harry shook his head, yes, I am shaking: "No… I'm just… hot."

Malfoy frowned and Harry was certain he was blushing under that gaze, "Maybe you're running a fever. You should probably eat and then get some more rest. You also blacked out yesterday."

Harry managed to mutter, "Yeah."

Malfoy looked at him for another moment before he asked, "If I go and make some breakfast, you're not going to black out in the meanwhile?"

Harry shook his head, "Go. I'm fine."

Malfoy walked to the door but stayed on the threshold a while watching at Harry who kept staring back before the blond Slytherin finally disappeared, leaving Harry staring at the empty bedroom entrance feeling still nervous.

Harry didn't really understand how their communication worked, it seemed to jump from an emotion to another, well at least for him it did. It felt like his feelings had gone into overdrive without him being able to stop that. When had it started to do that? Had it been like this ever since the cupboard thing?

Maybe it's because I came, while he was on top of me. Maybe it's changed something in my head.
Yes, it has to be that.

Does that mean my feelings have changed too?

"You coming?" Malfoy's voice broke his thoughts, he hadn't realised he had still been staring at the same spot, where Malfoy had been, and now the Slytherin was back there, standing and gazing at him again.

"Yeah," Harry said. He was still naked and the green silk clothes were resting on his arms where Malfoy had thrown them.

Malfoy frowned and stepped inside the bedroom. Harry stared at the blond in horror, don't come near me, I'm hard, you're so not allowed to see that, stay away…

The Slytherin clearly wasn't listening to Harry's thoughts since he took steps right until he was beside the bed and Harry before he put those cold, pale fingers on Harry's forehead. Harry reflexively twitched at the touch and his skin went into goose bumps.

"I was right, you're running a fever," Malfoy muttered and pulled his hand away.

"You should stay in bed. I'll bring you the breakfast here, okay?"
Something in the sentence made Harry look up and meet Malfoy's eyes.
Malfoy frowned again; Harry nodded and muttered,
"Yeah, okay."

Malfoy left the room and Harry realised he was shivering. He started to put the green silk clothes on feeling hot and cold at the same time.
Maybe I really am ill and that's why my thoughts are so weird and dizzy. That would explain a lot. Maybe I'm running a high fever and even hallucinating, who knows.

With that in mind Harry made a decision of staying in the bed for now.

Malfoy did bring him breakfast and ordered Harry to drink a lot of pumpkin juice. He sat on the edge of the bed but glanced at Harry quite often, almost like making sure Harry did eat and would not pass out or anything similar.

They were quiet until Harry asked, "How did he manage to poison Ron?"

Malfoy looked at him, frowned and said, "He was secretly brewing potions in one of my cupboards in the Slytherin dormitory. He stole the ingredients from the potions lab at night and after he'd brewed them he kept coming up with different ways to make students have a taste at them. He poisoned Weasley when they were kissing in the cupboard."

Harry blinked and asked, "How did he do that?"

Malfoy took a look at him, "He made the antidote, drank it already before we left the Slytherin dormitory and carried a vial of the poison in his pocket. Every time you enter the cupboard there comes this small moment of darkness before the first star light lit up. That moment was more than enough time for him to drink the poison and then when the light came on he kissed Weasley. In fact, he told me he had pushed Weasley on the floor on his back so more of the poison would go easily down Weasley's throat without him even noticing anything. He didn't notice anything; of course, he probably didn't even notice the taste of the poison because of the Firewhisky Dene had been drinking before they entered the cupboard."

Harry simply stared at Malfoy. Then he asked with a low voice, he wasn't angry, he just wanted to know, "How did you poison Hermione?"

Malfoy looked away before muttering, "I told one of the Hogwarts kitchen house-elves Granger and I were friends and she had a migraine but didn't want to take the medicine I had for her because of ethical reasons, but that I'm convinced she should take it nevertheless since the drug could possibly help her. The elf liked Granger, felt sorry for her so he stopped questioning me when I pleaded a little bit, added the poison in Granger's food and the next time the elf saw her she actually had a migraine so the elf thought he had tried to help her but the medicine hadn't worked. Simple. "

Harry looked at the blond boy's shoulders, which seemed tense. He was waiting for Harry to be angry. Harry wasn't, so he asked,

"Did you think it was absolutely necessary for your plans to have Hermione out of the way?"
"Yes," Malfoy muttered and sighed.

Harry stared into emptiness for a moment before muttering,
"Thanks for the breakfast, I think I should lie down now."

Malfoy didn't say anything but took the empty silver tray and quietly left the room.

Harry wrapped himself in the green silk blanket and thought about everything for a moment. Malfoy was being nice to him; he clearly had some guilt about having done certain things during the autumn.

The last thought Harry had before falling asleep was, I don't care who he used to be or what he's done, I like him nevertheless.