A/N: Sorry for the delay, I am hoping to post at least on chapter a day. If there are more errors than usual this is because I am very tired. My little boy was taken to hospital with a fever, high temperature etc. We have been discharged now as his temperature is more stable but he still has a viral infection so he's very clingy and groggy as he hasn't slept much. (I've slept even less) However he is having little nap, so after tackling the chores I am now ready to post the next chapter.

Hope you continue to read my story to the end, enjoy this chapter.

Chapter Seven

Putting it off for as long as possible Harry finally caved in and he reluctantly headed down to the communal laundry room. He really needed to get some washing done. Harry was quite capable of working the washing machine and tumble dryer, but having been made to do the laundry at the Dursley's Harry despised the chore.

Not bothering to return to his room, Harry just sat on the nearest bench with the uni newspaper and waited for the machine cycle to be done.

"Oh Hi Harry, what are you doing here?" Draco regretted the words as soon as he said them; of course Harry was doing his laundry what else would he be doing here.

"Hey Draco, I'm baking a cake what do you think I'm doing?" Harry replied in a joking manner. Smiling at the gorgeous man in front of him Harry hoped that no one else would come do laundry so he had an excuse to stay and talk to Draco with no interruptions.

Searching around for a common topic of conversation Harry settled on the events of the previous night. "I can't believe the fire alarm went off at 3am in the morning. I'm up on the sixth floor and had to trek down all those stairs. What floor are you on?" Harry was pleased with his question as he would find out where Draco was staying and could log this away for future reference.

Harry watched as Draco sauntered over to the nearest empty washing machine, he dumped his washing basket on top of the machine, gave it a death glare and then turned and gave a Harry an amazing smile.

"That alarm disrupted my sleep. I couldn't bear to be away from my cosy bed so I compromised and took my pillow with me outside. I heard it was some Irish idiot, drunk, he thought it would be funny to give his fellow students an early morning wake up call."

As soon as Draco said an Irish idiot Harry mumbled, "That twat, when I get back upstairs I'm going to give him a wakeup call."

"So you think you know who it was then, give him a kick to his shins from me. In answer to your earlier question I am on the ground floor of the second building."

Giving a mischievous smile Harry agreed that he would kick Seamus in the shins. Harry tried not to stare at the blond but he couldn't help it. Draco was staring at the laundry like it would magically clean itself.

Being cautious Harry asked Draco if he wanted any help working the machine as he knew for a fact that staring at something won't make it happen.

"It's not going to start cleaning itself Draco; you're going to have to actually do your laundry."

Looking as if Christmas had been cancelled Draco sheepishly admitted he hadn't actually ever done laundry before. Noticing the confused look on his face he explained further.

"I managed to persuade a girl called Pansy on my floor to do my laundry for me, however she recently been enlightened on a few things and was not happy with what she heard. When she returned my last lot of laundry it was all pink! She said a red sock accidentally got into my whites and dyed them pink." Frowning at this statement Draco sat on the bench next to Harry.

"I don't even own any red socks, who would own red socks how ghastly."

Harry couldn't help the laugh that escaped his lips. He took pity on Draco and explained that this was most likely her way of acting revenge for Draco manipulating her to do his laundry. "What did you do to get her to agree to do it in the first place?"

Suddenly looking a bit uncomfortable Draco looked at a point over Harry's shoulder. "I may have realised that she had a slight crush on me and decided that it was in my best interest not to tell her that she wasn't my type." Moving his gaze to Harry, "I didn't think she liked me that much, but I guess she felt a bit put out."

Harry was happy that he found it so easy to talk to Draco and kept switching from staring at his mouth, to his eyes and then quickly looking at the rest of him. Smiling he said, "So you already have a girlfriend, or do you fancy another girl that she found out about?"

It was Draco's turn to laugh, "Not quite, like I said earlier she's not my type, as in too female." Studying Harry's face carefully for a reaction Draco noticed Harry's eyes brighten at the news and watched as he flicked his eyes down to Draco's mouth. Thinking that this was definitely a good development Draco added, "Also I do not have a partner for Pansy to get jealous of."

"She's just bitter as I like men and she cannot get her claws into me."

Feeling a little awkward under Draco's stare Harry blurted that he owned some ghastly red socks. Mentally kicking himself Harry put his head in his hands and mumbled, "They were a gift from Mrs Weasley."

Harry felt like a right idiot, must be the lack of sleep, interfering with the filter between his brain and mouth. Deciding a quick change in topic was required Harry asked Draco if he wanted any help with learning how to work the machines.

"I won't do it for you though; I will show you so you can do it yourself in the future." Risking a sideward glance at Draco, Harry smiled at him and added, "I had to show a few of my roommates as they didn't know how to use them either." Harry hoped that the knowledge that Draco wasn't the only student that didn't know how to do laundry might be enough for him to agree to Harry's assistance.

Draco stood, turned to face Harry and said he would love for Harry to teach him. "Don't look too excited Draco, trust me laundry is tedious and really is a horrible chore."

Grinning like a fool Draco replied, "Well if you agree to be my laundry buddy, we can meet and do our laundry together, it wouldn't be tedious anymore and we could get to know each other better." Draco was pleased to see a slight blush creep onto Harry's cheeks.

Not waiting for an answer Draco walked over to his basket and asked Harry to start his boring lecture on how to do laundry.

Harry had never had so much fun doing laundry; it was a bit awkward at first as Harry came to the sudden realisation that he was showing Draco how to wash his underwear. Blushing even more Harry tried to ignore the offending garments as much as possible, and concentrated on explaining the different machine settings to Draco.

Whilst Draco's washing load was still on its cycle, Harry's washing was done, so Harry put his clothes in the dryer and showed Draco how to use that.

"When your washing is done you can load it into the dryer, and show me that you have listened to what I have just said."

Both boys went back over to the bench and sat down. Draco picked up the newspaper and started reading the news, waiting for Harry to start up the next conversation between them. He didn't want to seem too eager after all.

Feeling a bit sad that Draco had stopped talking to him Harry thought he will get them talking again, he liked finding out about Draco and most of all he liked listening to his voice.

"What are you studying at uni?" Watching Draco's face as he said this, he really did think he was a very attractive man. He could see why this Pansy girl had a crush. Harry decided he no longer had a crush, he was infatuated with this man and wanted to make him his.

Placing the newspaper back on the bench, Draco looked over at Harry and thought he really was a good looking man, opposite in looks to Draco but that only appealed to him more. Who wants to date someone who reminds them of their dad after all?

"I'm doing a degree in Mathematics with Physics, I will achieve a Bachelor of Science degree on completion. I aim to graduate top of my class. I will not study for three years to achieve a mediocre grade." Draco said this with an air of importance that showed Harry that Draco was raised with high standards and in a household of high ranking and money.

"My farther wanted me to start work with him running the family businesses, but I declined and said I wanted to further my knowledge first." With a look of contentment on his face Draco said, "I decided on Mathematics as it has a beauty all of its own, but in an increasingly complex world it is also the essential infrastructure supporting science, engineering, business and commerce. The skills I will develop as a mathematician will equip me for the problem solving and critical and analytical thinking that will be crucial in my career whatever I decide to do."

Harry was blown away by the pure passion that Draco showed of his chosen degree. Harry smiled, as he liked the way Draco's face would light up when talking about his studies.

"I'm doing a degree in Criminal Investigation with Psychology; I will achieve a Bachelor of Arts on completion of the course." The more Harry talked to Draco the more he wanted to learn.

However before either could ask any more questions, a pug faced girl, with dark hair came stomping into the laundry room. Face looking as if she was sucking on a lemon.

Completely ignoring Harry she turned to Draco, "Why haven't you come back over to halls? I thought you would be begging me to help with your laundry by now."

Giving Pansy his smuggest smile Draco told Pansy that he didn't need or for that matter want her help.

"Why would I ask for your help after you dyed my clothes pink on purpose? As you can see I have company and Harry here has shown me how to do my own Laundry." Turning away from her Draco added, "Don't just stand there Pansy, you're not invited to join our conversation so I suggest you leave."

Stamping her foot, yelling at Draco for leading her on and being a typical man, she stormed out the room, slamming the door shut behind her. Both Harry and Draco burst out laughing.

After all the laundry was washed and dried Harry and Draco agreed to be laundry buddies and to meet once a week.

"Thank you for your help Harry, I have actually had fun. Who would have thought that chores could actually be fun?"

Laughing at Draco Harry said that he didn't mind helping at all and will hopefully see Draco very soon.