Hi everyone!

This update is all due to the people who reviewed not so long ago and that got me off my lazy arse to write this! Kudos to them!

Anyway, before I send you on to the chapter, I have something I wish to ask: What kind of clothes are the wizards really wearing? - I mean, obviously they don't have muggle clothes (even though they do in the movies, but) and during the quiddich tournament thing there is a dude wearing a dress, going all: it's so nice for the family jewels, or something like that, and that kinda makes it seem like they don't have "robes that are like dresses" either. So anyone have a decent tips on what they wear? I'd be really happy if anyone knows^^

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of the characters!

Anyway, now I shan't keep you any more. Enjoy!

Chapter 3

Standing outside of his dorm room Harry hesitated. He wasn't all that sure things would go well now that he was going for it. Malfoy really hadn't seemed like he would listen to reason… But there was no point in nervously standing around and speculating, he finally told himself. Just going for it without any doubts was the way he always did things. Taking a deep breath, as if he was going underwater, Harry reached for the door handle. And realised that he did not have the room key.

"Idiot!"

A first year who was entering his room gave him a strange look as he cursed himself, but soon lost interest and opened his own door. Harry scratched his head- now what would he do? He could always knock, but that would immediately set him in a worse position. Then an idea hit him. The door could be unlocked, harry didn't think that Malfoy seemed to be afraid of burglars or other things. It probably was rather the opposite, he mused. Tentatively he reached out and tried the doorknob. It turned easily and the door slid open. Harry's green eyes gleamed as he made a victory gesture. Then he looked into the room. There was no blonde to be seen as far as his eyes could reach. But his bag stood on one of the beds, and Harry spotted his glasses on the desk that stood between the beds. Quickly he ran over and put them on, letting out a soundless sigh as he could once again see the world clearly. And with the clarity of sight came the clarity of the mind, as Harry started wondering where exactly the terror of Hogwarts was. Would he actually leave the room unlocked if he went out? Harry thought he was crazy and a psycho, but even they locked their doors. Then he heard a sound that came from the bathroom, a very high pitched sound. He wondered what it could be and sneaked closer despite the fact that it probably wasn't a good idea. Then he heard it again, this time followed by a "Draco!" and his face paled. At least he know knew where his roommate was. And that it probably was a good idea to come back and issue his complaints another time. Suddenly the sounds got louder and Harry practically ran out of the room after a quick dive for his bag. The sounds from the bathroom came to a stop, and soon after a very refreshed Draco Malfoy exited. His eyes fell on the bed that was opposite to the bathroom and he smirked. So he hadn't been wrong when he thought he heard a shocked gasp. The smirk widened until he couldn't hold it in anymore, and Draco Malfoy laughed. He was going to have a lot of fun with his new room mate. Opening the door besides his bed he said:

"Get out already!"

and proceeded to put on a pair of jeans, as a boy made his way out with effort. Draco didn't even spare him a glance.

Harry couldn't bring himself to go back later that evening. He was extremely embarrassed that he had heard Malfoy doing… that… Ron had wanted to know what happened, and Harry told him, taking extra care to make sure Neville didn't hear. If Harry was naïve and easily embarrassed, then Neville was 3 times as much. When Harry told his red headed friend, he had had the opportunity to watch the quite amusing changes taking place in his face, as Ron friendly and supporting look turned into one of nausea.

"That nasty git!" he exclaimed when Harry had finished, "I don't mind if you stay in our dorm until we finish Hogwarts, mate."

Harry laughed and thanked him for the offer.

"Thanks Ron. But that won't fix anything and that is my room too. I'm not gonna let some stuck up prick chase me out." Harry spoke with determination. He had never been a pushover and he wasn't about to become one now. "But let me stay here till tomorrow, mate? The thought of going back there right now is scary."

Ron nodded sympathetically. At that moment Neville burst into the room, panting. He slammed the door shut behind him and locked it.

"Slytherins at your back again, mate?" Ron asked.

Neville nodded. The Slytherins had been chasing Neville around since day one, because he was a Gryffindor but had trouble with standing up for himself. Harry felt sympathetic, right now he was in a similar position as Neville. At least they weren't chasing him around the hallways… yet.

The next morning things proceeded a lot like it had the previous day. Harry was pushed around like a pinball ball in the hallways, and it wasn't rarely that he fell down and got stepped on. The lessons weren't much fun either. On Wednesdays they always had double chemistry class, which they shared with the Slytherins. Mr. Blonde git himself wasn't there, and that Harry was eternally thankful for, but the rest of the Slytherins did not go away just because of that. And they really were aiming for making Harry's life a living hell. Using one of the oldest tricks in the book, like every other move so far, they had decided to mess up Harry's experiment. They were working with acid that day, and Harry had never been so happy that there were regulations that enforced the use of goggles. Even so, because of the Slytherin's amazing trick of throwing a stone in Harry's beaker he had a nasty wound on his left cheek, a week of detention with Snape, for "Endangering the other students and minus 25 points for Gryffindor."

Harry was currently whining about it with Ron as they ate lunch in the big cafeteria.

"I can't believe that Snape!" Ron exclaimed, waving his arms around, "He saw the stupid stone in Harry's beaker! It's favouritism!"

Hermione sighed as the two boys agreed with and urged each other on. Even though she also agreed that it was not very professional of professor Snape there was nothing they could do about it. And as she had just dodged Ron's fork for the fifth time she was starting to get tired of it.

"Stop waving your arms like a windmill!" As he obeyed, she sighed and continued, "and despite the fact that what professor Snape did was wrong, shouting it in the cafeteria is not going to help."

Ron turned beet red at the scolding and started to mumble some defence, but Hermione silenced him with a glare. They left the conversation topic and Hermione moved it to schoolwork. Both boys sighed, but followed her obediently when she led them to the library for the rest of the lunch break. Because of that, Harry was almost happy when it was time for class, not that Hermione wasn't a strict teacher, Harry thought she could probably outclass McGonagall if they were ever to participate in "who's stricter?". Not that they ever would as it was a TV- show he had just made up, but when he told Ron about it the other boy laughed. But going with Hermione to the library had showed some unexpected benefits. The Slytherins couldn't mess with him whilst he was in there, because the librarian had chased them out the second they tried to start a fight. A safe haven. Suddenly Harry could see why Hermione wanted to spend all her time in there.

One lesson more and then it was time for Harry to try and face Malfoy again. He really hoped that this time there would be no… uncomfortable situation… It always seemed to be that way when Harry met the blonde Slytherin. Ron had offered to go with him to face Malfoy, but by some reason Harry did not think that that would have been a good idea. At least this way he wouldn't be humiliated in front of his friend if Malfoy were to try something. On the other hand he wouldn't have any protection either. He shrugged the thought away. He wasn't a pushover, he did not need to hold his mother's (Ron's) hand to handle the git. He patted his pockets, and the realisation that, once again had he not taken the keys dawned upon him. On the other hand he hadn't seen his keys last time he was there, and then he had been scared away, so this time it wasn't because of his negligence. He felt the door handle, with a little luck it would be open now. Three's a charm, after all. No such luck, perhaps because this wasn't his third time trying to enter without a key. This time the door was firmly locked and Harry realised that he now would have to face the blonde if he was in there. Heart hammering in his chest, he raised a fist and knocked the door gently. Perhaps too gently, for he waited for a minute or two and nothing happened, yet he was almost sure that he could hear sounds from inside the room. He knocked again, harder this time. The door opened after a while, revealing a topless Draco Malfoy. His hair was slightly tousled as if he had just got up from bed and Harry couldn't help but blush. Trying to make the blonde, who was smirking, notice that a bit less he said,

"Don't you ever wear a shirt!?"

Malfoy did not respond to this, but merely moved out of the way so that Harry could enter the room. As the door closed behind him he startled and blushed even more when the other man laughed.

"So, I take it you are here because you have a satisfactory answer to my question?"

Malfoy asked, his eyes raking over Harry's body.

"Not really," Harry answered, "but I am here to apologise for hitting you… And to ask if you could please tell your classmates to stop pushing me around in the hallways and destroying my chemical experiments and such, it would be very nice of you…"

Malfoy looked at him from where he was leaning against the door and then pushed himself away from it and walked toward Harry, who had decided to stand his ground and not move as the blonde got closer. Once again he found his chin caught in a grip between Malfoy's strong fingers.

"I think there's something you did not quite understand, Harry" he purred, "the Slytherins aren't hounding you because you hit me. "

Harry wanted to ask why they were then, but the look in the other's eyes made him unable to get anything out.

"It's because you choose the wrong people. You should go for the more noble animal instead."

At first Harry didn't realise what he meant and he stood unmoving as Malfoy's other hand started caressing the nape of his neck, slowly looking for it's way down Harry's chest. The nobler animal? But then he remembered their first meeting and it clicked. His anger flared back to life and he slapped Malfoy's hand away.

"In that case I guess I should just leave "your highness" by himself and go join people that have the same standards as me."

He moved to leave, but Malfoy grabbed his arm and pulled him back, his left arm sneaking around Harry's waist to keep him firmly secured to his chest.

"Let go, Malfoy!" Harry exclaimed, pushing against Malfoy's chest in an attempt to get away, "I've already chosen the others! You should have nothing to do with me anymore."

"Ah, but that isn't true, Harry," he responded, "I never said I would give up."

He bent forward to lick the outside of Harry's ear and purred, "I'll keep pestering you until you make the right choice".

Following that he started nibbling down Harry's neck, enjoying the yelp that slipped out of the other boys mouth. The protests that followed and the increased struggle also amused him. He slipped his hand under Harry's shirt.

"No!"

Harry practically screamed, both from shock and the fact that it had felt nice, not that he would ever admit it to himself. Using all his strength he managed to push away the blonde and ran out the room as fast as he could. It wasn't fast enough though, as he opened the door, he felt Malfoy's hands grab his ass. Letting out a very girlish scream Harry ran out the door like a cannonball. Malfoy smirked as he watched the boy running. He was having a lot of fun with this one.

So, did you like it? A bit more slashy than the other chapters, though not alot I guess^^ I'm still a bit squemish over writing slash, haha. I'm trying to slowly get used to more and more of it.

And yes, Draco's a slutty slut:D And we love him for it.

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