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Chapter 4-A Messy Nott

Having a shower in someone else's body was an unusual and downright disturbing experience for Draco Malfoy and being surrounded by Potter and the other 5th year Gryffindor boys certainly didn't help matters. He tried to ignore the fact that Potter's emerald green eyes were fixated on the lower regions of his, well Weasley's, body. He also tried to wash his borrowed body without looking or touching it too much.

When Draco made to wash Weasley's hair he discovered that the redhead only used a very cheap brand of shampoo. Draco felt like crying as he worked the mixture through fiery red hair desperately missing his own luxurious strawberry scented shampoo and conditioner.

Shutting the water off, Draco wrapped a towel around himself and quickly dried off before shoving himself into some of Weasley's hand-me-down clothes.

"Ready for breakfast?" Harry asked as he strolled calmly through the dormitory in just a towel.

"Yeah, I'll leave you to get dressed and I'll go down and meet Hermione." Draco said making to leave.

"Nah, wait up I won't be long." Harry told him as he dropped the towel.

Draco felt Weasley's cheeks heat up as he was greeted with the sight of Potter's nude form. Feeling embarrassed and uncomfortable Draco looked away telling himself that the stiffness between his legs was a result of Weasley's desire for Potter and certainly not his own.

"Come on then." Harry said holding his hand out to Draco who looked at the offered hand in confusion. "Ron, you've come out, it's time for me to come out too. We'll face it together."

I knew I shouldn't have outed Weasley Draco thought.

Begrudgingly, he took hold of Potter's hand and let the Gryffindor lead him out of the dorm. They met up with Hermione in the common room who smiled at them brightly.

I bet the mudblood's smiling because she loves seeing me suffer.

The golden trio made their way down to the great hall. As they stepped inside and made their way to the breakfast table, their fellow students broke out into whispers. Obviously, thanks to Draco, they already knew of Weasley's sexual preferences but the knowledge of Potter's sexuality was causing quite a stir.

"Potter's gay too?" Pansy asked in astonishment over at the Slytherin table. "I really had no idea, did you Draco?"

"Um…no." Ron answered lamely as he glared mutinously at the real Malfoy sat beside Harry at the Gryffindor table.

"Just my luck." Theo groaned as he pushed his breakfast away from him no longer finding the egg and bacon appealing.

"Oh you're not moping about Weasely again are you?" Blaise asked rolling his eyes. "The guy's gay what more do you want?"

"I want him." Theo replied. "But there's no way I can compete with Potter."

"Of course you can Theo." Pansy assured him wrapping a comforting arm around the bronze skinned boy. "You're much better than Potter. You're sexy, smart and you're sweet."

"Great I'm one of the sweet boys." Theo moaned. "I'm definitely doomed."

"Forget about Weasley." Blaise said. "The dork's not worth your precious time."

"They make a horrible couple." Pansy said referring to Harry and Ron trying to make Theo feel better. "Hideous in fact. You'd look much better on Weasley's arm than Potter. If you ask me Potter looks like a tramp with really bad hair."

"He does not." Ron defended instantly momentarily forgetting himself.

"Something you'd like to tell us Draco?" Blaise asked with a smirk. "Perhaps your hatred for Potter isn't hatred at all. Maybe you've secretly had feelings for the Gryffindor all along."

"Shut up." Ron retorted.

"What's bothering you Drakey-poo?" Pansy asked. "You've been acting very odd lately."

"Just leave me alone." Ron snapped before exiting the hall making sure he glared at Malfoy on his way out.

Draco watched the real Weasley leave and a few seconds later Ginny Weasley was out of her seat in hot pursuit of who she believed to be Malfoy. Realizing that Ginny was probably about to put their little bet into action, Draco let out a laugh as he pictured the look on Weasley's face as his own sister tried flirting with him.

Following after Malfoy, Ginny undid the tope two three buttons of her shirt and smoothed her hair with her hand before calling out to the blonde ahead of her.

Recognizing his sister's voice, Ron stopped and turned around to see Ginny walking towards him, swinging her hips far too much for his liking.

"You shouldn't walk all wavy like that." He told her when she stopped before him.

"Why's that Malfoy?" Ginny purred as she stepped closer. "Does it get you all hot and bothered?"

"No!" Ron yelped in response taking a step back. "What the hell is wrong with you?"

"Don't be shy Malfoy." Ginny said moving closer to him again and pressing her body against his.

"Gi-ginny…what are you doing?" Ron asked in horror as his sister looped her arms around his neck and licked her lips in a seductive fashion.

The red haired girl leaned onto her tiptoes, her lips centimeters apart from the blonde's.

This can't be happening Ron thought feeling immensely sick.

Ginny made to go in for a kiss but a wide-eyed Ron quickly pulled away from her and speedily ran off down the corridor. Feeling insulted by the obvious rejection a sullen Ginny Weasely hurried to the nearest bathroom to check if there was something wrong with her hair.

As she examined her reflection in the bathroom mirror, Ginny found that she looked as good as she usually did. She didn't understand why Malfoy had run away from her. She suddenly wondered if perhaps she smelt bad today but she couldn't smell anything herself. Realizing that she would have to work harder if she wanted to win the bet with her brother, Ginny sort out her 4th year friends for advice on how to pull Draco Malfoy.

After breakfast, Draco had actively tried to avoid Potter at all costs and so far he was doing pretty well. He'd read a book in the library, looking terribly out of place since he was in Weasley's body. He'd also visited his owl in the owlery but he wouldn't let Draco touch him. However, a small furry owl had danced crazily around his head trying to nip at his ears and a beautiful white owl that Draco knew belonged to Potter had surveyed him knowingly from her perch. After the owlery, Draco had gone to speak to Snape and see how the potion was coming along.

Wrapping himself up in Weasley's warmest cloak, gloves and scarf, Draco had headed outside to take a walk about the snow-covered grounds. He was nearing the quidditch pitch when he came across Theo who looked utterly miserable as well as cold.

Loser Draco thought fondly as he quietly studied his Slytherin friend. I guess he's upset about Weasley being with Potter. He must like Weasley more than I realised.

Part of Draco wanted to go over and comfort his friend but he knew that in Weasley's body it would not be wise. It would only hurt Theo more in the end if he thought his crush was being nice to him when it was really Draco in his body. So for that reason, Draco turned his back on his fellow Slytherin and began making his way back to the castle.

He hadn't got far when Theo had spotted him and ran up to meet him. Draco turned to face him and tried to slouch in a Ron-like manner.

"What do you want?" Draco asked trying to sound indifferent.

"I…I…" Theo stuttered unable to get his words out.

"I haven't got all day Theo." Draco sighed impatiently realising too late that he'd used the boy's first name.

"You…you called me Theo." He said his eyes taking on that look they always did when he was gushing about how wonderful he thought Weasley was.

Oh shit Draco thought. Damn it Theo, don't make me hurt you.

"It is your name isn't it." Draco asked rhetorically. "Anyway just hurry up with what you wanted to say…I need to get back to Harry."

I'm so sorry Theo Draco mentally apologized as he saw the hurt in his friend's eyes. How did you get into Slytherin? You don't mask your true feelings at all; you wear them on your sleeve like a Hufflepuff.

Before Draco realised what was happening, Theo was pulling him into a hungry kiss. As soon as the kiss had begun it was over and Draco saw a satisfied look on Theo's face.

Confused, Draco turned his head and saw an angry looking Harry Potter glaring at Draco as though he had committed a vicious crime.

Oh yeah, that's why Theo's a Slytherin. Now what the fuck do I do about Potter? Well I'm supposed to be Weasley so what would he do? He'd go after him and explain the truth.

"Harry!" Draco called trying to sound desperate. "It's not what it looks like."

Harry just shook his head at him before storming away. Leaving Theo behind, Draco took after the Gryffindor as fast as Weasley's legs would allow him.

It seemed that the other boy was faster than he looked and by the time Draco had ran through the castle doors Potter was nowhere in sight. He knew that Potter wouldn't return to the Gryffindor common room straight away but reasoning that he'd have to return at some point Draco made his way there.

Going up to the dorm he stripped off his cloak, scarf and gloves before heading back down to the common room and warming up in front of the fire.

Every time the portrait opened Draco would look up to see if it was Potter returning but so far there was no sign of the boy-who-lived. Hearing the door open again, Draco snapped his head up to see Hermione stepping through with a large book in her hand.

"Hermione." He called beckoning her over.

She made her way over to him and sat down in the comfy armchair beside him.

"What's wrong?" She asked knowing something must have happened for him to seek out her company.

Draco looked round to make sure no-one was listening before leaning over to whisper to the bushy-haired girl.

"Theo kissed me in front of Potter." Draco answered and he saw the girl's eyes widen.

"What? You mean Theo knows who you really are?" Hermione asked.

"No, of course not." Draco replied. "He has a weird crush on Weasley for some reason…anyway that's not important…the point is he kissed me knowing that Potter was behind us and that he'd see. I did run after the idiot but he was long gone and I haven't seen him since."

"Why do you care all of a sudden?" Hermione questioned as she surveyed Draco carefully.

"Obviously I don't care Granger." Draco scoffed. "It's just…this isn't my relationship to ruin. Besides, if Weasley found out about this he'd try and mess things up for me. I need Potter to know the truth ok so will you help me or not?"

Hermione's ginger cat Crookshanks appeared from nowhere and settled himself on Hermione's lap. Stroking the feline's fur Hermione told Draco she would help him explain things to Harry whenever he showed up.

By the time Harry eventually returned to Gryffindor tower there was only fifteen minutes left until lunch. As he entered he completely ignored Hermione calling him over and headed up to his dorm.

Sharing a look, Draco and Hermione stood up before following after Harry with Crookshanks following behind them.

"Harry." Hermione said tentatively as she approached her friend. "Ron would like to talk to you."

"Well you can tell Ronald that I don't want to listen." Harry replied childishly.

"Harry, mate, don't be like that." Draco said as he moved a little further into the room.

"Why don't you go and make out with Nott." Harry snapped as he glared at the redhead.

"Because you're my boyfriend, not him." Draco replied. "Honestly mate I didn't know he was going to bloody kiss me. He's a Slytherin, he only did it to be a git and try and break us up."

Weasley owes me big time for this Draco thought as he anxiously awaited Harry's reaction.

"And how do I know if that's the truth or not?" Harry asked as Crookshanks jumped onto his lap and purred softly.

"Because it is." Draco said honestly. "And as my boyfriend, and more importantly as my best mate, you should believe me. You know I wouldn't lie to you…I mean come on, I'm a crap liar anyway."

"Listen to him Harry." Hermione urged. "You know he wouldn't cheat on you."

Harry sighed before handing Crookshanks to Hermione and asking her to give him and Ron some privacy. Sighing in annoyance Hermione left the room mumbling about homework that probably didn't need completing until the New Year.

"Harry?" Draco asked cautiously when Hermione had left.

"Promise me that there is nothing going on between you and Theo." Harry demanded.

"There's nothing going on between me and Theo." Draco told him. "I promise you. The only person I have something going with is you."

Harry was quiet for a while as he sat cross-legged on his bed with his head in his hands staring at the floor. Silently watching him, Draco moved forwards and leant against the bedpost. However he quickly realised the pose was too Malfoy for a Weasley and moved to sit beside Harry instead.

"Do you love me?" Harry asked still looking at the floor.

Fuck what do I say? Draco panicked.

"Do you love me?" Draco said turning the question back onto Harry.

"Maybe." Harry replied looking up from the floor. "You're my best friend and I care about you so much but…" But what? Draco wondered. "But I'm not sure if my feelings for you are really so different to my feelings for Hermione."

I shouldn't be having this conversation. This is something Potter should discuss with Weasley.

"I'm not sure how I feel about you either." Draco replied. Hey it's half true; I don't know how Weasley feels so I can't really speak for him right now. "But you are my best mate and I care about you more than I can say and I need you to know that I did not cheat on you."

Harry gave him a half smile before resting his head on his shoulder. Feeling slightly awkward, Draco placed his arm around the Gryffindor not sure if he'd managed to save Weasley's relationship or not.

"You seem different." Harry stated after a while.

Oh crap he's figured it out. Quick, put all the blame on Weasley. Wait, just calm down and play it cool. Fuck it…just do nothing.

"Is that a good thing or a bad thing?" Draco asked in order to fill the silence.

Um hello, doing nothing means no talking. Damn it, being in Weasley's body must be making me stupid like him. Why the fuck am I running a hand through Potter's hair? I don't remember making the decision to touch that bird's nest…actually his hair feels quite soft, nice even…wait no, it's horrible, just horrible. Oh shut up Draco.

"I'm not sure yet." Harry admitted in answer to Draco's question. "That feels nice." He added as Draco's fingers worked through his wild hair.

"Dinner will be ready soon." Draco pointed out.

"You always think about your stomach." Harry laughed.

He sat up and smiled softly at Draco before leaning in and gently pressing their lips together.

"Come on, let's find Hermione." Harry said tugging on his *boyfriends* arm.

To Be Continued

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