*Readers, there is much more left to this story, just warning you now that this is meant to be an extremely long fic. It is not at any point fast paced and as they are only 13 this year there is no smut. Thank you for reading this far, I hope you enjoy the miles of fluff ahead.*

Chapter Ten

Harry felt a bit awkward and useless with his arms still around Draco but Draco smiled at him untangling their legs so he could lean further into his Gryffindor's arms.

Draco turned and said into Harry's neck: "It's better with someone here, though." Harry was now silent and nervous again .

"Am I not supposed to tell you that stuff? I'm not really sure, I've never.. done this." the nervous Slytherin apologized out of the Gryffindor's view.

"No I like it, I just don't know.. I haven't either." Harry admitted.

"Well make us even Potter, you tell me something," Draco said wriggling to get comfortable, his face still cool against Harry's neck but now he could feel a cold hand on his chest.

Harry thought for a moment, as he set a hand on Draco's back, "I like hearing your heart?" he attempted but all it got was an unsatisfied hum, which made Harry smile, it was cute and tickled his neck sweetly. "and your smell, and- this might sound weird but I can explain," Harry continued, "your skin-" Draco sat up with a very pink face awaiting the explanation.

"I mean it's" Harry blushed furiously, he knew it would come out strangely. "It's not weird I promise! You're just always cold and it's really soft and-" Harry looked away embarrassed and shrugged. Even though he knew the words he was thinking were 'gorgeous' and 'beautiful'.

Draco was grinning now and spun where he sat so his back was to Harry and then promptly layed back so his head was in the middle of Harry's lap, still grinning his charming sly smile up at Harry who bravely let one hand rest on his Slytherin's chest and the other sweep through his blonde hair, it was (as expected) soft, silky and it seemed impossible that it was wrapped around his fingers after years of fighting.

Harry looked down at Draco looking up at him and waited for him to break the happy silence.

"This is boring," drolled the snarky boy still smiling, "let's go play with magic, or fly, or swim, or something."

Harry laughed nervously,"well the only safe thing you said was fly, so?"

Draco sighed and said "That's so boring, live a little prude. Are you going to remember every time you stayed in, or flew around a little?"

"well," Harry admitted, "I guess not, and I am bored.."

A grin grew across Draco's face making Harry say: "But something small! Like sneaking out to the lake." Harry wasn't usually the more rational person in a group but Draco's mischievous presence made Harry very aware of the many troubles the boy could pull him into. Draco no longer looked satisfied so Harry added, "We'll see from there.. but I can't promise anything."

The two boys crept out of the classroom glued side to side hands held behind their backs. Harry whispered to Draco that they needed to stop at the Gryffindor room quickly and Draco whispered back that he likes when Harry whispers.

Draco covered his ears as Harry whispered the password and the fat lady politely allowed the Slytherin in promising not to tell, after, of course, she sang at a painful pitch and Draco showered her with praise and doused her with compliments. The two crept to the dorms so that Harry could snake his cloak.

"Which one is yours?" Draco asked as they entered, Harry pointed and Draco immediately fell onto it, "What are we here for anyway?" he asked while looking around the room.

"A cloak," Harry answered with a grin as he pulled it out with a flourish.

"This place is depressing, Harry. Let's go," he practically whined.

"Er, alright," Harry agreed, reaching his hand out to the boy on his bed. "Why don't you like it?" he asked as Draco took his hand and rose to the floor.

"The Slytherins sleep in the dungeons," Draco explained with a touch of annoyance as he took the lead down the stairs."As if all Slytherins want to sleep in a bleak underground room with no windows.

They had made it out of the Gryffindor tower and Draco had quit talking but Harry wanted to hear more, he had never considered that Slytherins didn't enjoy their coldness and isolation. As the two turned the corner away from the fat lady's portrait Harry pulled Draco a little closer and wrapped the cloak over both of them and whispered: "Go on, about Slytherin."

Draco acquiesced, not questioning the strange cloak over them, not aloud at least, and he continued in a whisper as they snuck around. "Are you friends with any Slytherins, Harry, or your friends?" he questioned.

"No," Harry admitted.

"Are you friends with any Hufflepuffs or Ravenclaws?" the boy asked, he had clearly thought about this issue before.

"Well yeah, but to be fair Slytherins have always hated me," Harry argued.

"Only some," Draco retorted but then admitted apologetically, "and mostly because I told them too.."

"Good point," Harry replied, it seemed comical now that the two were practically arm in arm and cutting class together. "I was almost placed in Slytherin," the Gryffindor hero admitted casually.

"Almost, why weren't you?" Draco asked curiously.

Suddenly Harry remembered pleading over and over not to be placed in Slytherin just because someone else told him everyone in Slytherin were evil. Harry was rendered silent for a moment as he looked over at the boy he was slithering through the halls with, the boy who spent his days in a cold dungeon clad in dark green and surrounded by cold people who clearly weren't really his friends.

*Doc manager has the peculiar habit of deleting random words, letters and names, so I apologize if I missed any post uploading corrections.