Chapter Four: An Interest or An Obsession?

Harry's PoV-

-Harry awoke the first time in months feeling warm and well rested. He was lying against something warm and comforting. Harry had never felt this comfortable and out of reflex, he nuzzled closer to the warm source. He heard a soft moan and his eyes shot straight open. He found two arms wrapped around his middle... Harry shot straight up and looked down to see- MALFOY! No... It can't be... Harry didn't- He sighed. Of course he didn't... Harry sat down next to Draco and stared down at him. Draco was a cruel and selfish person, but as Harry looked at him now, he surprisingly looked peaceful and kind-hearted. Almost... Innocent... Like an angel... His guardian angel...

'Whoa! Where did that come from?!'

Harry sighed and looked at Draco again. He was curled up. One of his hands was tucked under his face and his other was lying across his stomach. Harry looked at the hands. They were a milky white, just like the rest of Draco and looked as delicate and as smooth as porcelain. Harry wanted to touch them. He wanted to feel the smooth skin and run his hand over the pinkish nails. He wanted to trace the lines of Draco's hand with his finger and feel the pulse of Draco's heart on his wrist. But most of all, he wanted to taste the skin of those hands with his lips and run his tongue over the flesh because it was Draco's. It was Draco's hands. Not anyone else's... Just Draco's. And Draco was perfection.

Draco started to wake up and Harry quickly got up and went over to sit on the couch. Harry watched from the corner of his eye as Draco sat up, yawned, and rubbed his eyes with the back of his hands. The same hands that had fascinated Harry just a few moments ago. Draco got up and trudged towards the kitchen, obviously not spotting Harry on the couch. Harry yawned and followed him. He walked over and said good morning to Draco. Draco looked at him in surprise and said good morning back. Harry sat down at the kitchen table and watched with interest as Draco made breakfast for himself. Draco got out some orange juice, poured it into a glass and set it on the table. Then he got out two eggs and cracked them over the frying pan that was lying on the stove. The eggs sizzled and crackled for a couple minutes before Draco put them on a plate and set them on the table. Then he put two pieces of bread in the toaster and pushed the lever down. He leaned back on the counter and waited for the bread to toast. The toast popped up and Draco grabbed the pieces, buttered them with marmalade and set them next to his eggs. Then Draco walked over to the window, grabbed a bunch of flowers that were in the window bed, put them in a vase, filled it with water, and placed it in the center of the table. Last of all, he got a napkin and a fork and placed them next to his plate. Draco pulled out the chair, sat down, and picked up the newspaper that was lying on the table.

Harry couldn't contain himself. He laughed. He laughed so loud that the mummies in Egypt were rising in their tombs from the racket. Harry laughed so hard that he fell out of his chair and rolled on the floor, clutching his stomach. Draco blushed and said:

"What? What are you laughing at? Is it so wrong for someone of me class make breakfast? Huh?"

Harry just laughed harder.

"Oh shut up..."

After about five more minutes of laughing, Harry looked up at Draco and found him staring at Harry with an odd expression on his face. Harry's smile slowly faded as they kept staring at each other. Harry's mind was in some sort of trance as Draco looked at him with soft and almost... caring eyes? Harry had only seen that look once on Draco before... It was when he had rescued Harry from the Dursley's and Harry had woken up in his arms to see Draco looking down at him with a very concerned, yet very caring look. They stared at each other like that for what seemed like forever.

'I wonder what he's thinking right now... He has the palest skin of anyone I know. It almost... Glows! Like the moon light that cascades into my windows at Hogwarts. Gods, what I wouldn't give to touch it... Just once... Just to see if it feels as it looks... Does moonlight even have a feel? I think I am falling in lo-'

"THUD!!!"

The spell was broken as they both whipped around towards the window to find a brown pile of filthy rags on the windowpane. Both boys turned to look at each other and blushed before hurrying over to see what it was. Harry picked up the tattered brown thing and examined it closely.

"Errol!"

The bird was dirty, its feathers were ruffled, and it was currently passed out in his arms. He was sure that the thing would have died by now from serious brain damage, from all the times it smacked headfirst into windows.

"Ewe!" said Draco. "What IS that thing?!!"

Harry gave the hopeless bird a poke, but it just laid there, limp in his hands.

"This thing is called Errol."

"What in God's name is an Errol?"

"It's an owl you dimwit!"

Draco leaned over and poked the ratted thing.

"That's an owl?!! I thought it was a dead rat or something."

Harry rolled his eyes.

"Yes, Draco it's an owl; Ron's old family owl. And DON'T start to make any sneering comments about Ron's family-

"He-"

"Or his house!"

"Bu-"

"OR his money!" Draco gave Harry a disgruntled look and said:

"Well, who's it from?!"

Harry plucked the letter out of the rat, -er, owl's beak and opened it up.

"It's from Ron!"

Dear Harry,

How goes it mate? I am in France right now! Can you believe it? Money mysteriously landed in my mom's butter dish (I think it's from Fred and George. They obviously seem to be doing VERY well in their new business) and now I am here visiting the Eiffel Tower, (Did you know it's made out of silver painted cheese?) and seeing the sights. Wish you were here mate!

-Ron

Ps. If you're wondering why I used Errol (Yes, God help us he's STILL alive!!!) it's because Pig is on vacation (long story...)

Harry smiled to himself as he folded the letter and put it into his tattered jeans pocket.

'Your welcome, Fred and George... Glad you have made good use of the money I gave you, I can't think of anyone else who deserved it.'

"So..."

Draco smirked and looked at Harry.

"The Weasleys finally have some money now do they?"

Harry's eyes flashed dangerously.

"DON'T start Draco unless you wish to ruin your perfectly silky skin with a black eye!"

'Oh Gods!!! Did I just say that!!! PLEASE don't notice...' Draco looked at Harry in disbelief.

"Did you just call my skin silky Harry?"

'He just called me Harry... What's happening to us?'

"Um... I got to go and take a shower now Dra-uh... Malfoy..."

And with that, Harry ran to the bathroom and slammed the door behind him.