Chapter 3: The First Night

As Harry walked up to his bedroom, he paused outside the door, unsure of what to expect when he opened the door. He was incredibly uncomfortable and wary of this new situation. He supposed that it was a good thing that his bedroom was away from everyone elses, as he was sure that Malfoy would say something that would set Harry off. With a loud sigh, he opened the door.

Draco Malfoy tensed as he heard footsteps approach the door. He figured that it was probably Harry Potter; this was after all, his room. Draco pulled the covers up more tightly around his shoulders, trying to block out the cold draft that he kept on feeling. He didn't think that any other room in the house (if you could really call it that) was nearly as cold as this one. He got up to look for another blanket when the door opened. He turned around, and came face to face with Harry.

They stood staring at each other for what seemed like hours, when Harry finally closed the door and stepped further into the large room. He walked straight to the fireplace and lit it, feeling a strange warmth (not from the fire) as he felt the blonde's gaze on his back. When the fire had been properly started, he turned around, and went to his closet, getting some pajamas. He had steadfastly been ignoring Draco's gaze, and had not even acknowledged his presence since he had entered the room. Draco watched as the other boy silently walked into his bathroom that was adjoined to his room.

He sat on the edge of the bed, unsure of what the sleeping arrangements were to be. There was only one bed, a King size, and was incredibly comfortable. Draco looked around the room again, while Harry changed in the bathroom. The room was very elegant looking, and was very grand, in a comfortable kind of way. He liked the look of the room, and surprisingly felt very comfortable in it. He started when the door to the bathroom opened, and Harry walked out in green silk pajama bottoms. Draco stared at his half naked form before clearing his throat, about to say something.

But Harry cut him off. "Look, i know this is a little weird, but i'm tired, and i don't really feel like arguing with you right now, so can we just go to sleep?" He asked warily, his eyes boring into the stormy grey eyes of his companion.

Draco just stared at Harry, and then, seeing the sleepy look on the other boys face, nodded. He waited till Harry walked around to the other side of the bed and got in, before getting in himself. It was a huge bed, and he didn't think it would be that weird.

Shuffling down into the covers, he was silent for a few moments before turning to face the boy, who's back was to him. Harry tensed, feeling Draco shift to face him. He knew that Draco was going to say something, as he heard the intake of breath. He just hoped that it wasn't going to be anything rude.

Draco took a deep breath, and very softly and apprehensively, said " Thank you." He lay in tense silence, waiting to see if Harry would acknowledge this very uncharacteristic and say something back, when the boy continued to ignore him. Turning back around, Draco settled in, closing his eyes again. A few minutes later, right as he was falling asleep, he heard Harry say back in an equally soft voice, " You're welcome". Draco smiled and promptly fell asleep, his insides warm.

Harry shot up in bed, confused and worried. He got his glasses and slammed them onto his face, and looked around wildly. What he saw made his blood run cold. Draco lay right next to him, very close, thrashing around in his sleep, letting out little yelps. Harry reached over to shake him awake, when Draco let out a blood curdling scream. Harry reached over quickly and put his hand over the other boys mouth, so as not to wake up the Weasley family. he shook the boy awake, and when Draco opened his sleepy eyes, he found himself starring into Harry Potters emerald eyes, very close to his own. He noticed the boys hand over his mouth, warm and soft, and he noticed Harry's other hand on his chest. Their faces were so close that Harry could feel the heat radiating off of Draco. Noticing how close they still were, Harry tore his gaze away from Draco's and backed up, sitting up in the bed.

"You were having a bad dream," He explained to Draco, in a slightly breathless voice. He looked back over at Draco who was nodding his head. "Yeah, i have them sometimes. Sorry." He mumbled, embarassed that he had shown his weakness to Harry.

Harry stared at Draco and smiled slightly. " You don't need to appologize to me. I have them all the time. All the time."

Draco nodded his head and shivered into the blankets. Harry felt him shiver and noticed their still close proximity. He didn't move away though. It felt...oddly nice, having Draco's warmth so close to his body.

" Do you want to talk about it?" He asked Draco.

Draco gave a noncommitical shrug of his shoulders. After a minute, he said, " It's nothing really, it's just memories of my father and his...people".

Harry nodded in understanding. " I know what you mean." He said. " You know," He said after a pause, " i think that you're very brave to leave it all behind. Your family, your life basically. It's everything you've ever known."

Draco stared at the boy who had now lain down to face him. " It's not as if i'm a hero or anything Potter. I just realized that i don't want to live my life serving someone else. Someone who doesn't give a damn about me, someone who would torture me for the sheer pleasure of it. That's not really my thing, And besides, i hate my family." He said with emotion.

Harry stared at him with a strange look in his eyes, and then started to softly laugh.

" What's so funny?" Draco asked, confused.

Harry gestured to himself and Draco. " Well, look at us. We're actually having a conversation. I never thought i'd live to see the day that you and i would actually get along. It's madness." He said with a chuckle.

Draco smiled at him and nodded his head." It's a good thing though. With me on your side, maybe you can finally beat the son of a bitch". He said with a mocking tone.

Harry laughed and pushed the other boy lightly. They both fell asleep that night unaware of the smiles that lay plastered on their faces.

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