Malfoy slowly woke up greeted by a strange comfort that he had never felt before. He could feel warm, calm breaths gently tickle against his neck, the soothing du-dump of a heartbeat against his chest that was not his own, and he could feel warmth. A new warmth he hadn't recognized. He brought in a relaxed breath, taking in the scent. A scent that very much seemed to make a smile tug at the corner of his lips. This scent belonged to none other than Harry Potter.
Wait! Harry Potter!? His eyes snapped open as he froze, looking down at the boy he was holding in his arms. Last night came rushing back to him in an instant, causing his cheeks to burn a bright shade of red. His mind and heart were racing vigorously, trying to figure out why he had decided to do what he did. He just kept inwardly repeating to himself that that had been an awful idea, but couldn't seem to tear himself away from the raven haired boy.
He was ripped from his train of confusion and was moved to one of panic as the red heads alarm clock began to screech. Without wasting any time, the blonde snatched himself up out of the bed and broke for a run. In mere seconds he had made it to the Fat Lady painting. She flew open, mumbling something about "disrespectful children", but he didn't pay any mind to her useless rambling because he was running as fast as his feet would carry him in his state of panic driven confusion, and his heart was pounding against his chest while his breath was trying to run away from him. When he finally arrived to his common room, he hurried to his dorm, threw open his trunk, yanked out clean clothes, and threw them on before he was late for breakfast. As he was getting dressed, his panic died down, and he was able to calm his breath along with his rapid heartbeat.
'Okay,' He thought to himself,' So last night didn't go quite as planned…'
From that day forward, Draco was still mean to Harry, but sometimes he would sneak into the Gryffindor dorms and watch him sleep if he was having trouble sleeping. He learned the hard way that he couldn't sit on his bed through… :/ you can kinda imagine how hard it was getting out of that situation.
He didn't understand why, but he was mesmerized by Harry… just everything about him seemed to grab his attention… He decided not to question it, and just continue with his nightly visits he had once or twice a week. A few times he almost got caught, so throughout the months he started coming less, and less, but he would still go sometimes… They didn't… canoodle or anything anymore like that first visit… Harry probably thought that night was just a dream.
Even though Malfoy was very careful about not getting caught (because he would get in trouble and this would be difficult to explain) The blonde would tend to fall asleep in the Gryffindor dorms, but would always have a clever escape plan to help him get out of there just in time. Sometimes he would wonder why he was so interested in Harry, and the only conclusion he came to was that Harry must be interesting. After he came to that conclusion, he kept telling himself that and usually wouldn't think about it further, but sometimes when he watched the raven haired boy he couldn't help, but to wonder….
Here you go guys! I know it took forever, but i'm going to try and update this weekly. The next chapter's going to start in fifth year, and is going to go on a pretty steady pace from then on. I hope you guys enjoy, and please review!