A/N: Sorry for any mistakes, I've just realised how many there have been and am still trying to fix them all. Also this chapter and hopefully the rest is alot more stable than the first...I hope

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or it's characters, no matter how much I wish I did

HARRY

"Potter?"

"Malfoy?" I look up at the blonde.

"To make this less awkward…for the both of us…I think you should sleep on the floor." He finishes simply. I snort.

"Well I think that, seeing as it was your oh-so brilliant idea, it should be your responsibility to take the position of floor sleeper."

"Exactly. I did the brilliant thinking, so you should do the brilliant doing. You were always the practical one." Malfoy stated matter of factly.

"Well my back can't handle any more pain right now…" I say before breaking off into mutterings about stupid horse faced aunts and gardening.

"But-" The blonde pauses. "I don't care." He said, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. I smile evilly, stretching my body across the bed, limbs extended as far as possible. The silver eyes glare at me. I swear, if looks could kill…I would've died a long time ago.

My actions were meant to annoy him into sleeping on the floor, but no. Instead, the git lays right beside me, on one of my outstretched arms, smiling just as evilly. He then stretches as I did, smirking all the while. I wont let him get away with that. As one of his arms passes close to my face, I take my chance and bite him. He yelps and looks over at me, startled. I raise an eyebrow in mocking satisfaction, teeth still clenched around his skin.

He tasted nice. Like peppermint…oh that was weird.

Minutes passed. Finally he gave in.

"Ow- okay, okay! Have the bed, just let go!" he yelled. I unclenched my jaw and smiled, a victorious grin.

"That's alright Malfoy, it's big enough for the both of us, so don't be such a prude." And with that I removed all articles of clothing except my green boxers.

I look over at Malfoy, expecting him to make some witty remark about the Slytherin colour but instead find him looking entranced. Probably just amazed that I settled with the situation so easily. Once he realized that state he was in, he quickly looked down at his bitten hand. There was now a bright red mark.

"It looks like a hickey!" I laugh.

"Huh…" the Slytherin said, still dazed. "…A hickey from Harry." Malfoy clears his throat. "Must be the first one you've given aye Potter?"

"Why do you think that?" I snort. "God I'm seventeen!" What does he take me for?

"You are the boy who lived! The Gryffindor-golden-guy. Now that's alliteration for you…" He sneers.

I scowl. I hate being the golden boy. The title defines my personality. I can't be me because I feel obliged to live up to everyone's expectations.

But I choose not to let him see his words have affected me.

"And you're the Slytherin sex god. Lets pray I don't get tainted…." I roll my eyes.

The blonde smiles smugly at his title, before pulling his garments off as well.

After getting comfortable in the double bed and keeping a safe distance away from Malfoy, I roll onto my side, suddenly totally exhausted.

So that's how people perceive me. Virginal, innocent and virtuous. I frown. I mean, I know I can be naïve and aloof at times, but just because no ones heard of me getting with someone, doesn't mean it hasn't happened.

I feel the Slytherin move along side me, crossing the invisible dividing line and getting comfortable before his breathing settles. I finally fall asleep listening to the deep, reassuringly calm breaths of the blonde…

DRACO

I wake to find a warm body pressed against my back..

Mmmm…nice. Wait- WHO'S warm body is that?!

I look down to see a tanned arm wrapped across my stomach and my own hand holding onto this nameless limb. Then I remember where I am and worse, who's arm this is.

"AHHHH! GET THE FUCK OFF ME POTTER!" I scream, jumping out of bed with surprising speed. The half-naked Gryffindor slowly opens his eyes and looks up.

This moment of tension went on for a minute or so, with the both of us staring at each other. Potter looked confused and sleep-ridden, while I was wide-eyed and breathing heavily.

The awkward silence was broken as Harry laughed.

"Calm down Malfoy. You're acting as if you've never shared a bed with someone before…I'm wondering how you managed to claim the title of Sex god."

"I have so shared a bed with someone. Loads of people. Just not…you." I meant for the last part to sound disgusted at the thought but it came out somewhat dreamy. Damn Potter.

He snorted, stumbling out of bed and heading to the bathroom with a mumbled- "…going to take a shower."

He's been in there for 20 fucking minutes! What the hell is he doing? Playing water polo? I mean- Oh. My. God. The door to the bathroom opened to reveal still dripping Harry Potter. The stray water droplets ran down the tan, toned body, towards his waist, where the towel draped loosely - oh boy, one arm raised to run his hand through the damp, jet black hair, only to let it fall back over his gorgeous- I mean green eyes. Mighty Merlin's Mother is he sexy! Oops. Must stop doing that!

"God Potter put some clothes on, no one wants to see that." Ooh! Ooh! I do! The voice in my head rang out. Shut up! I silently battle with myself.

I walk out the door to let him get dressed and pull the door shut behind me, but not before I sneak a look to find his bare ass, also quite defined and just as good looking as the rest of him. SCORE!

I smile to myself all the way down the stairs.

"Good morning Draco! Sleep well?" my smile fades as I look up to see Dumbledore holding a fry pan filled with bacon and eggs, standing next to a table laden with plates and cutlery.

"You…cooked that…yourself? With no magic?" a stared dumbfounded, eye twitching and completely ignoring the question.

"Of course. Why should we use magic for things that are naturally done yourself?" He asks.

"Because you can?" I say stupidly as he begins distributing the food onto the three plates.

"And what if you were in a position where you were unable to use magic and had to look after yourself. I can assure you that you would be quite lost. Besides, it can't hurt."

At that moment Potter came down the stairs, fully dressed in shorts and a black singlet. Dumbledore repeated his earlier question.

"Good morning Harry. Did you sleep well?"

"Oh wow, food!" Harry says, spotting the food on the table and also ignoring the question. He quickly sat down and began to eat. Fast. Not caring at all that it was made by hand. Oblivious idiot.

After breakfast I go to walk up the stairs, but just as I reach the first step-

"Oh Mr. Malfoy, will you help Harry with the dishes?" Dumbledore asks innocently.

I stare at him blackly.

"What am I supposed to do with them?" I ask flatly.

"Why clean them of course. You'll find the sink already filled with water. Thank you." And with that he left the room, retiring to his study.

He can't be serious. But as I look over at the sink, Potter is standing there, smiling with ridiculous yellow gloves on and holding out an identical pair. He smirked.

"C'mon Malfoy, you should be used to getting dirty…"

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Draco's POV is written by me, Burgo666

Harry's POV is written by my friend, Grimm018