DISCLAIMER: I own nothing. Except the plot. I own that so hard.
Harry stared at the spot Draco had ducked under the water, and when did he become 'Draco' in Harry's mind? He watched the surface of the water, waiting for Draco to resurface to ask and make sure the other teenager had actually thanked him. For what, Harry still wasn't sure, until he remembered the only thing Draco would ever thank him for. He continued to watch the surface, growing worried when Draco still hadn't broke the surface. He quickly ducked under the water and saw the young man in question sitting at the bottom of the tub. He swam down and yanked Draco up by the arm, causing him to yelp and let out any bit of oxygen he may have been holding and making him inhale water in a shocked gasp. Harry pulled him to the surface and swam to the side, pushing Draco up onto the ledge. He ran his hand up and down Draco's spine as the other gasped and coughed. "What the hell, Draco?"
Draco lifted his head, shocked that Potter had used his first name. "You couldn't let me sit at the bottom and just drown, could you?" He asked, his voice deep from the coughing fit he'd just had. "I'd have appreciated it if you had just left me down there."
"I didn't pull you out of Fiendfyre just for you to drown in the Prefect's bathtub." Harry replied, clapping Draco on the back roughly. "Really, how would I explain that to Headmistress?"
"You would have to explain what we were doing in the bath together, first. Speaking of, d'you mind moving back some? I'm sure I can sit on the ledge now without any help." Draco stated, even as he moved back, a blush crawling up his neck to his ears. He attempted to move the bubbles around again, even though he was sure Harry had an eye full of his naked body already when he swam down to pull his stupid self up.
Harry watched Draco closely. He watched as water dripped from his fringe, down the side of his face making it's way down his torso until it joined the bath water again. Harry pulled back and sat himself a few feet away from Draco.
How close was too close when you're sharing a pool sized bath with another man? A man that has recently been keeping Harry up the past few nights. He hadn't been able to concentrate when the other was in the same room with him, even if he was all the way at the Slytherin table across the Great Hall. Harry couldn't quite understand why he'd been reacting so strangely to Dra-Malfoy. Harry had to catch himself. He and Malfoy were civil, but they weren't friends. They were still on a last name basis.
"You know, you didn't have to pull me from the fiendfyre at all. Why did you?"
Malfoy's question kind of caught Harry off guard. He'd been in his own little world and hadn't really noticed that Malfoy had turned to face him, or that he was getting ready to ask him a question. Harry considered the other's question. He'd saved Malfoy because it was the right thing to do. As he thought about it though, he couldn't help but think that wasn't the only reason behind him saving the Slytherin. "Because I didn't believe you deserved to die like that. And I don't believe you deserve to die at all." Harry said honestly, looking Malfoy in the eyes. He watched emotions flash across Malfoy's face before the other settled on withdrawn.
"You're one of the few. My own father won't even owl me back." Malfoy said softly as he broke eye contact with Harry and popped a few bubbles floating close to him. "Even most of the Slytherins want nothing to do with me. Except, of course, Nott, Parkinson, and Blaize. Everyone else though calls me a traitor, because I didn't want anything to do with Vol- the Dark Lord." Malfoy admitted.
Harry watched Malfoy closely. "You know you can say his name now, right?" Harry ducked his head down to look at Malfoy's face. "He's dead. He won't appear if you say Voldemort."
Malfoy flinched at the Dark Lord's name. He still wasn't used to people saying it so nonchalantly, even though everyone said it now. "I can't. It's hard."
Harry snorted. "It's really not. It's just a name. Just like Tom, or Harry, and Draco. Just try saying it at least once." He suggested. "If I'm not afraid to say it, you shouldn't be. And he's been trying to kill me all my life." He lifted a few bubbles in his hand then blew them in the air. "You aren't scared of the name, are you?"
Malfoy looked up at Harry and shook his head. "I'm scared of the memories it brings back." He shook his head in exasperation and turned around to pull himself out of the bath, before he remembered that he didn't have any clothes around him at the moment. He turned back in his seat on the ledge and felt himself flush. "I don't expect you to understand. When have you ever been scared of anything?"
"When I thought you were going to give me up to Voldemort last year, when Ginny had a pregnancy scare because she was sleeping around, first year when Voldemort tried to kill me a second time. I've been scared plenty of times, I just don't show it like I should." Harry answered matter-of-factly. He looked down at the water then back up at Malfoy. "Also, when I almost dropped you into the Fiendfyre." He said softly.
"Why were you scared of that?" Malfoy asked, drawing his brow together in confusion. He just couldn't see why Harry, The Chosen One, would have been scared of dropping someone like Malfoy. He tried to think of something, coming up blank or shooting down certain thoughts before they even formed completely.
"Because for some reason, I just can't stop worrying about you. Hell, all sixth year I was completely obsessed with you. You haunted my sleep, my thoughts, even my bloody daydreams! I couldn't wank without you somehow weaseling into my thoughts!" Harry looked up quickly, regretting what he said, but knowing he couldn't take it back. But oh, if he had a Timeturner, he'd definitely reverse time. He watched Malfoy's face, looking for any sign that he was about to get hexed, and instead getting more worried when a defeated smile appeared on the pale wizard's face.
"You also, huh?" Malfoy simply asked, keeping that little smile on his lips.