Rating: Mature

Warning: None. Yet. *wicked laughter in the distance*

Disclaimer: NOT MINE! Even though i would love to own Harry Potter, I don't.

Chapter 6

Harry groaned as he dropped into his seat, slumping against the table and sighing as he let his eyes close. Draco had kept him up all weekend except for the first two nights. They had played exploding snap and other games to occupy the day as they talked and joked around. It was great fun, except that for two nights straight Harry had woken up wrapped around the blonde. Luckily for him he had managed to wiggle free before the boy woke up, and tamed his hard on at the same time.

He was pulled from his thoughts when he felt someone run a hand through his hair and he looked up, almost blinded by the Slytherins smile.

"Get up you wanker. Class is about to start." Malfoy said cheerfully as he fell into the seat beside the Gryffindor before pulling out his art supplies and book. He still hadn't let Harry look in it, much to the Gryffindors frustration.

Harry moaned in protest but straightened, remembering something and rummaging through his robe pockets before pulling out an open box. "Here. The balloons I took from you." He said as he handed it to the blonde. "Don't eat any or I'll take them back."

Draco snorted and rolled his eyes, shoving them in his bag with a pointed look at the Gryffindor. "There. Happy now?" He asked sarcastically, grabbing his bag and placing it on the floor. He chuckled when Harry growled at him, amused by the Gryffindors pouting face.

They turned when they heard Farrell clapping and they jumped into class, having to create a sketch of something that has meaning for them before trying to create it in clay. Harry had finished his drawing before Draco, standing to grab a tray full of the things they needed.

He stopped before passing Hermione's and Ron's table, leaning toward them and snorting in amusement when he realized that they were arguing over whose drawing was better.

"How can you say that is pretty!?" Ron snapped, gesturing wildly to Hermione's drawing of a locket she had gotten from Harry. The picture was simple but gorgeous, drawing the eye to the shapes inside the necklace.

Hermione rounded on Ron, her cheeks flushed in anger. "At least mine doesn't look like something that was pulled from the trash! I can't even tell what it is!" She snarled, pursing her lips and reaching for the paper when Ron snatched it away and hissed at her.

Harry muffled his laughter, waiting until they noticed him before speaking. "Hey you two. How was your weekend?" He asked, crossing his arms and leaning farther onto the table.

"It was fine." Hermione answered, still glaring sidelong at Ron before switching her gaze to Harry. "Where were you at? I didn't see you at all this weekend."

"I was spending it with Malfoy. We stayed in his room." Harry said shrugging, feeling embarrassed all of a sudden. It wasn't like they had done anything, but the two gazes of his friends made him feel like they had had a wild weekend of shagging.

Not that I'm opposed to it. Harry thought before he flushed and shook the thought away, shocked at his traitorous mind. All weekend he had had snatches of insanity, referring to his every present desire to shag the Slytherin. It wasn't only that though. He also had dreams about waking up to the blondes smiling face or eating out at a nice diner together. To say it threw Harry for a loop was an understatement.

"You really spent all weekend with Malfoy?" Ron asked, pulling Harry from his thoughts.

"Yes, I did. It was fun actually." He said, smiling at Ron when he felt a tap on his shoulder. He glanced behind him, grinning when he realized it was Draco. "What is it?" He asked, straightening and taking a step closer. He turned back around when he heard Ron mutter something, his eyes questioning. "What did you say?"

"Nothing." Ron replied, pouting at Hermione when she smacked him on the chest. They had a silent conversation, Ron suddenly slumping onto the table in defeat while Hermione sent Harry a blinding smile.

Harry stood there for a moment, utterly lost when he felt Malfoy tug him away. He allowed himself to be pulled, throwing glances at his friends as he was dragged back to their table. He realized the blonde had grabbed the tray while he was talking, making him feel a little guilty but also full of warmth.

"What are you making?" Malfoy asked after they took their seats, shrugging off his robes so they wouldn't get soiled by clay.

"Look for yourself." Harry said as he grabbed his sketch and held it up to Malfoy. The blonde frowned and leaned forward, taking in the picture before throwing his head back and laughing.

"Are you being serious Potter? Your glasses?" Draco said incredulously, his eyes wide as he stared at Harry. "We were supposed to draw something important to us."

"They are important! If I didn't have them I would be walking into walls and falling down the stairs!" Harry huffed, pouting. He crossed his arms in anger and ignored the blonde's laughter, his lips pursed in annoyance.

"I'm sorry Harry. I didn't mean to laugh it was just a surprise is all. So is that what you are really going to make? A pair of glasses?" Malfoy asked as he settled down and wiped his eyes, nudging the Gryffindor as the boy continued to pout. "Come on Harry. I think it's adorable. So quite with the lip and get to sculpting."

Harry shook his head at the blonde's sassy attitude and complied, taking off his robes as they set to work. As they worked they talked, Draco already dragging sculpting equipment through the wet clay and crafting a rose with bloody thorns, which signified the garden outside the manor where his mother would sit and drink tea.

Harry watched as the Slytherin created the flower, entranced by the sweeping movements of the metal tong and the light reflecting off of the boys pale skin. The words he was saying stuttered to a halt and all he could do was stare, heat swimming through his body.

His throat closed and his stomach withered, his skin burning and his legs turning to supple wax. His eyes widened and he nearly choked, grabbing the attention of the boy beside him.

"Are you okay? You look flushed." Draco commented as he set his things down and leaned closer, reaching up and placing his hand on the boy's forehead. "You feel hot too. Do you need to go to the nurse?"

Harry quickly shook his head, shell shocked as he sat on his stool and stared at the blonde. "N-No. I'm fine. Just got to hot is all." He said, his voice strangled and choked as he sat there.

Malfoy stared at him before nodding slowly, shaking his head and muttering about Gryffindors.

Harry was too far gone to listen, swallowing thickly as he nearly groaned in defeat.

It all makes sense now! Of course I would start to like the blonde. Of course I would! Nothing has ever went my way before so why should this time be any different? Harry thought, staring at Draco as the boy hummed and continued to sculpt. What do I do?

"Come on you wanker! We only have two more weeks to finish this!" Draco yelled from the top of the stairs, heading toward his room as Harry trailed slowly behind.

Harry had come to a decision while he had sat in art class. He didn't want to ruin this friendship with Malfoy so he decided he would keep his feelings to himself and act as if nothing has changed. To keep his emotions chained and in check. Of course, the looks Malfoy gave him wasn't helping but Harry couldn't change that, now could he?

He was shaken from his thoughts as Draco got tired of his lagging and pulled him toward his bedroom, shoving the Gryffindor inside before shutting the door. "Come on Potter! I have to get to inking." Malfoy said as he stripped down to his underwear and changed, not noticing how Harry flushed and turned away. "When I'm done with inking I'm going to add some color." Draco babbled, rummaging through his desk for his art supplies.

Harry swallowed and nodded, wondering how the hell he was going to keep it in his pants when the Slytherin didn't seem to have a shred of modesty. "Alright. Do you want me in the same place?" He asked, kicking off his shoes and shrugging out of his robes.

"That would be great. You might have to clean off the chair though. I put the things that don't fit on the desk on the chair." Draco said as he pulled out what he needed and then continued to search for erasers and a cloth.

Harry walked to the chair without a word and began clearing it off, placing the things onto the small table beside it. He grabbed a book and was about to put it with the rest when the image caught his eye and he stared more closely at it.

He frowned in confusion when he realized it was a drawn picture of him sitting in the library near the big bay windows. Sunlight filtered in and cast shadows along the table he worked at, obviously deep in thought as he read. Harry didn't know when the blonde had drawn it, or how he hadn't noticed the boy near him. He glanced over at Draco and saw that the blonde didn't realize he had the picture.

He looked back down at the drawing and bit his lip, hesitating but a moment before placing it with the rest of the blonde's things and placing a book on top to hide it. He had been tempted to take it but didn't feel like dealing with the quilt. Instead he dragged the seat toward the bed and sat in it, puzzling over the picture before shaking his head and deciding it didn't matter.

"Just do the same as last time. If you can remember." Draco said as he took a seat on the bed and spread out his art materials. "Hopefully I can get most of it done today." He said as he flipped open his book and started to draw when Harry was in position.

After that they fell into silence, the sun fading as time passed. Harry drifted for a while before Malfoy caught his attention as he began to fidget, biting his lip and running his fingers through his hair. Harry frowned and opened his mouth to ask what was the matter when Draco suddenly spoke up, his voice quiet.

"Harry, have you noticed that….when we….umm…" Draco trailed off, his cheeks turning a pretty pink as he fiddled with the paper on his lap and the tips of his hair. "Remember when I told you about the nightmares? How I would go outside the castle and just breathe? Well, I forgot to mention that it happened every night. Even before the war ended." Malfoy explained, his head still down. "But…when you spend the night…I don't have any. Not one." He said softly before he looked up, his eyes unreadable. "I wanted to know if it was the same for you. The nightmares I mean."

Harry slowly straightened, the atmosphere around them suddenly thick and tension filled. He felt that, in that moment, that whatever he said would decide something. "I…" He trailed off, swallowing before speaking. "I…..don't have any either. Not one." He said honestly, watching as Draco relaxed and sent a small smile his way.

"Really?" Draco inquired, flipping the book closed and setting it aside, obviously done with drawing for today.

Harry nodded, sitting up and standing, walking toward the bed and taking a seat beside the blonde. "Yeah, I didn't notice it until now." He admitted, falling back so he was spread across the mattress. "It's kind of strange, but it isn't a bad thing."

Draco nodded, pursing his lips as he stood and grabbed his shoes, slipping them on before turning to Harry and tugging at his sleeve. "You might be right, for once." He said with a grin, suddenly turning shy as he glanced away. "So, that being said. Will you spend the night again?" He asked, quickly looking up and waving his hands. "But only if you want to."

Harry chuckled and nodded, running a hand through the Slytherins hair and teasing the ends with his fingers. "Sure. I don't mind." He said, his smile turning devious. "Before bed you want to go to the prefect's bath again?" He asked, already knowing the answer when Draco beamed and nodded.

"You are brilliant Potter." Draco said, skipping to the door and holding it open, gesturing for Harry to go through it. "After you." He said, closing the door behind the Gryffindor when Harry walked past him.

"Thank you Milady." Harry said soberly, cracking up when Draco flushed. The Gryffindor gasped when Malfoy lunged for him and he danced away, running down the hall with the blonde in chase, their laughter echoing around them.

Harry groaned as he sat up in bed, rubbing his eyes and stretching. He glanced down and grinned when he saw Malfoy curled around his side, the invisibility cloak bundled in his arms. It amused Harry how obsessed the Slytherin was with the cloak, the bundle of cloth usually in the boy's possession.

Harry yawned and scratched his head, slipping from beneath the covers and padding over to the dresser, grabbing an empty cup off the surface and filling it with water with the wand that sat beside it. He took a drink, placing the wand back on the table and realizing with a jolt that it was Draco's.

He stared at it for a moment, bewildered that he could use it with such ease. He suddenly shook his head as he realized it didn't matter. He turned and leaned against the dresser, finishing the drink he held and holding it loosely as he glanced around the Slytherins room.

His eyes fell on the boy's notebook, where he had found a drawn image of him in the library. He walked over to it and picked it up, setting the glass down as he flipped through it. He didn't have his glasses on so the pictures were blurry, causing him to walk over to the nightstand and pick them up before slipping them on.

His eyes widened as he stopped flipping and stared at the image in his hands, his heart swelling. He scanned the picture, taking in the way the blonde had drawn him, smiling and laughing. The image had little color, except his eyes, which were vibrant and alive.

He glanced over at Malfoy, who had rolled over onto Harry's side and was curled around the cloak that was in his arms. He smiled gently, looking back down at the notebook and continuing to flip through it. Most were just random images, but there were quite a few that featured Harry in it.

Harry didn't know when or where the Slytherin had drawn them, staring at each one before going to the next. After he was done he closed it and placed it where he found it, crawling back into bed and throwing his glasses onto the nightstand.

He rolled over to face the sleeping Slytherin, wondering why the boy had drawn the pictures, but having a vague idea that was forming in the back of his mind. No one did say he was a Hufflepuff.

He ran his eyes over the boy's features and with a slight hesitation grabbed him and pulled him close, wrapping his body around the blondes as he snuggled closer. With a sigh he drifted off, the warmth of the blonde seeping into his skin and creating a low burn that would keep him warm all night.

"Since were done with inking I think we should start to put it on the canvas that Farrell gave us." Draco said, placing an easel in front of the bed. "This way we can finish it all this weekend and won't have to worry about not getting it done in time."

Harry nodded, glancing at the 'station' that Malfoy has set up. It was the last week of class and the last week of the semester before they graduated. They needed to finish the portrait of each other before then, turning the project over to Farrell when they were finished.

Draco had made, in the corner of his room, a scene for the portrait. Just a podium with a white backdrop they could change with magic if they wanted to. It was simple but effective.

"So we are going to get done today?" Harry inquired, walking over to the podium and stepping onto it. He turned around to face the Slytherin, watching as the boy flicked his wand and sent everything in the room against the walls and out of the way.

"That sounds about right. I want to finish mine today. You can draw yours tomorrow." Draco said as he moved the easel closer to Harry and grabbed his inks and charcoals, as well as paint and chalk. "Does that sound good to you?"

Harry nodded, his heart beating a little faster as he watched the graceful movements of the boy as he set everything up before dragging a stool over and sitting on it. "Sounds fine. How long do you think it will take?"

"Two, maybe three, hours." Draco answered, rolling up his sleeves and preparing the paints. "You can go ahead and get in position. Anything is fine."

Harry nodded and turned slightly to the side, shoving his hands into his pants and looking over at Malfoy, causing his neck to lay exposed on the other side. The room settled into silence after that, leaving Harry to think on his own.

He had realized a few days ago that he fancied the blonde, and now, over time, it grew until it pulsed beneath the surface. He had realized that if he didn't get himself under control that he would do something to the Slytherin that he would regret.

He also thought that the blonde might feel something for him, if the hot stares were any indication. But the looks were far between, leaving Harry to wonder if he was imagining it all.

He was snapped from his thoughts when he heard a deep hum, the sound coming from the Slytherin as he worked. Harry grinned in amusement, knowing that the blonde hummed without realizing it. The sound was deep and throaty, beautiful.

Draco dragged his charcoals across the canvas, a brush in the other hand to add color as he worked. The humming grew louder, the Gryffindor drowning in the husky timber as he stood there. Harry stared at the Slytherin, the distance causing an itch to grow beneath the Gryffindors skin as he felt the need to touch.

He wrestled it down, keeping the desire from his eyes as he glanced away and from the temptation in front of him. His eyes traveled the room, falling on his notebook. He had left it beside the blondes when he had walked in, the book tied shut with a green ribbon the boy had jokingly gave him, saying a 'Slytherins needed to keep their colors close by.'

He felt his lips twitch into a smile as he imagined the images in the notebook, now filled with drawn pictures of the blonde, the artwork moving thanks to the pencils the Slytherin had given him. He had drawn them over the past few days, remembering a scene he liked and sketching it that night with the blonde sleeping beside him.

He had taken to spending the night with the Slytherin instead of alone in his room, the relief from the nightmares letting him sleep soundly, wrapped around the blonde. What amused him was that Draco didn't mind, instead he encouraged it, the boy sleeping with the invisibility cloak under his head or wrapped in his arms.

Harry smiled at the memory, knowing that tonight would be the same, the blonde telling a story and laughing, falling asleep with the cloak and with his fingers tangled in Harrys hair, which had become a habit.

He was jolted from his thoughts when he felt a tap on his shoulders, turning to see the blonde beside him. The Slytherin was smiling, paint smeared across his cheek and his fingers and hands dusted with charcoal powder and splotches of ink.

"Done. I finished a lot quicker than I thought I would." He said, his gray eyes molten and alight with pride. "It's done. Do you want to see it?" He asked, tugging on the Gryffindors sleeve.

Harry stepped down from the podium, following behind the boy as he walked toward the easel. "It's been two hours already?" He said, a little shocked.

"No, it's only been about one hour. Like I said, I finished early." Draco explained as he stopped in front of the picture and gestured to it. "Does it pass muster?" He asked, a little shy as Harry finally got a look at the artwork.

Harry's eyes widened as he stared, drinking in the picture as he felt his heart beat faster. It was him, smiling, his eyes a vibrant green and the scarf around his neck a blend between Slytherin and Gryffindor. The background was of Honeydukes, snow falling from the sky and blurred people walking behind and around him. The only other color was in the window of the candy store, a sign with balloons on it to signify a new candy.

Harry felt his heart melt as he gazed at it, scanning the shadows and highlights. The artwork was beautiful, graceful lines and rough curves contrasting to create something magical. Harry drew a sharp breath and turned, his emotions running rampant.

"Draco." He rasped, beaming at the blonde as he gathered the boy in his arms. "It's amazing! Brilliant!" He proclaimed, twirling the boy around and laughing.

Malfoy was taken aback but soon joined in, his cheeks flushed at the praise. "That's very kind of you to say Potter, but it isn't that good."

"Oh yes it is you snake!" Harry said, smiling down at the Slytherin. "But why did you draw me in winter? It's almost summer after all." He inquired, curious. He felt it rise when the boy blushed and glanced away, not meeting the Gryffindors eyes as he answered.

"It was when we became friends. Remember?" Draco said softly, biting his lip. "The happiest moment I've had since the war ended was when you gave me those balloons. Not because you felt inclined too, but because you knew I liked them. That's what makes you different. That's what made me fall in love with you." Draco confessed quietly, staring at the floor as he tensed and waited for the Gryffindors reaction.

Harry inhaled sharply, gazing wide eyed at the Slytherin before he felt his control snap. He lunged forward and dragged the boy closer, trapping him against his chest as he stole his lips. He forced his mouth open and delved inside, feeling and hearing the Slytherins startled gasp and wispy moan.

He snogged the blonde until he had to come up for air, inhaling deeply before coming back for more. He bit and licked, sucked the boys tongue and ran his over the blonde's teeth. He stole the Slytherins breath and swallowed his moans, his body on fire as he claimed the boy's mouth.

Harry finally pulled back, licking his top lip as he stared into the boys glazed eyes. "Thank fuck." He muttered, resting his forehead against the blondes. "I thought I was just imagining the looks you gave me. I wanted it to be real so badly." He confessed, grinning against the boy's skin. "I feel the same Draco. More than you could know."

Malfoy gasped softly, going lax in Harry's arms. "Thank Merlin." He sighed, grinning and wrapping his arms around Harry's neck. "But I do have to ask. Why? I thought that you would never feel the same, that's why I told you in the first place. I thought that I would confess and then get over it, and hopefully you would remain my friend after."

"Well I'm glad you told me but I'm not happy of the reason." Harry said frowning before he sighed and rubbed the boys back. "Why do I feel the same? To be honest there are so many things that I can't pick just one. So I might as well tell you all of them." He said with a grin, kissing the boys temple as he continued.

"You're funny and very intelligent. You're not afraid to show others what you think, but you keep a side of you hidden. Which I have had the pleasure to see." Harry said, slipping his fingers beneath the blonde's shirt and caressing soft skin. "You care deeply but say you don't. You have a gift for creating pictures of beauty and a voice to match. I love hearing you sing when you don't realize it. I adore the childish happiness you have for the things you enjoy." He admitted, smiling into Draco's eyes.

"I guess it was just easy to fall in love with you." Harry finished, his voice soft.

Draco swallowed thickly, leaning forward and burying his face into the Gryffindors neck, his heart swelling. He glanced behind the boys shoulder and smiled when he saw the canvas with the image of Harry on it, the picture filled with the things he loved most. "Me too Harry. Me too."

HEY GUYS! I am so sorry i have been awhile for so long! i got really sick and had a bunch of tests and things to finish. while having a fever on top of it all! i just didnt have time and i am sorry for that! i hope you can forgive me!~ *puppy eyes* but anyways, this is not the last chapter! just a prelude to all the delicious shagging to come! YEAH! it has been hard to make the rest of this story! but i promise that i will finish! and i am still trying to finish pressure, so have faith in me! until next time! (i would love to hear what you guys have to say)