Ch. 11: You Think My Eyes Are Beautiful?

It was with great reluctance that Severus Snape decided to head home for the night, promising repeatedly that he would be back to visit, possibly for an extended stay.

"You'll owl me soon?" Severus said as Draco hugged him again. The blonde could tell by the tone of the older man's voice that he was referring to receiving the type of gift he wanted for Harry.

"Of course."

Remus appeared from the top of the staircase and started to turn to make his way back to his bedroom but was spotted before he could.

"Ah, Lupin, Draco might need your help in making his way to his bedroom," Severus said and motioned for Remus to join them at the front door.

Remus blinked a few times to clear his head and nodded, making his way down the stairs. "Where's Harry?" He said softly, crossing his arms and trying not to look at Severus.

Severus watched the werewolf interestedly for a moment and said, "I believe he is searching the house for a room that could possibly be used as a potion-making chamber. I am thinking about staying here a while to test a few things on Draco, that is if it is alright with you."

Remus mentally kicked himself over and over, but heard himself say, "Yes, it's fine with me. I'm anxious to see what you can do for Draco."

Severus allowed himself a half-smile. "So am I. Well, I had better be on my way. It was nice to see you Draco. I'll be back as soon as I can." He gripped the blonde Slytherin's shoulder gently, and then turned to Remus. "I'll make sure to bring enough ingredients to make your Wolfsbane potion for the next couple of months."

Remus didn't trust himself to speak, so he only nodded.

Severus nodded crisply. "Very well. Goodnight to the both of you. Tell Potter goodbye for me as well, alright?"

"Bye Severus," Draco said cheerfully and waved in his general direction.

Severus dropped his hand from Draco's shoulder and said goodbye once more before leaving.

Remus grabbed Draco's upper arm, letting out a sigh.

"What's wrong, Remus?" Draco said in a light tone, trying his very best not to laugh.

Remus worried his bottom lip and said, "My life has suddenly gotten extremely complicated. I'm too old to be going through this."

Draco started rolling with internalized laughter. "What do you mean?"

Remus raised his eyebrows and glanced over to the devious blonde. "I have been receiving letters from a certain admiring someone who would like to date me, and I..."

"Oliver, right?"

Remus opened his mouth and closed it again. "I... how... how did you know?"

Draco shrugged. "Harry was telling me about the way you two were talking in the foyer the night he left. Harry doesn't know, so don't worry."

Remus smiled in spite of himself and said, "You observant little Slytherin."

"So, do you like him?"

Remus sighed. "He is too bloody young. I'm nearly forty, and he's barely twenty. I hate to say it, but you and Harry both are more mature than Oliver Wood."

Draco snorted. "And how does it get more complicated? Is there someone else in the mix?"

Remus rolled his eyes to the ceiling and said, "I don't know. I don't know what's going on anymore."

"Draco? Remus? Where are you?"

"Follow my voice, follow my voice, follow my voice," Draco toned flatly and Harry appeared from around the corner, a relieved sigh escaping his lips.

"Thank Merlin," Harry hissed, "I got lost. There are entirely too many rooms in this bloody house. I did, however, find a Potions lab but for the life of me I can't remember where it is."

Draco gently touched his tender cheek and grumbled, "My face hurts. Am I sunburned?"

"You do look rather pink," Harry said and laid his own hands on Draco's cheeks.

"Your hands feel good, they're cold," Draco slurred and closed his eyes.

"I take it that you can handle this, Harry?" Remus said with a smirk. Harry looked over and dropped his hands, blushing slightly.

"Yeah, I've got it. Thanks Remus," Harry said, his embarrassment evident in his voice.

Draco pouted slightly at the loss of Harry's cooling hands and huffed. "I should have listened to Sev about the sun block. I hate being sunburned, I might freckle. I hate freckles."

"I have freckles," Harry said reasonably. "They aren't as bad as Ron's, I only have them on my shoulders and nose."

Draco gingerly poked his nose and winced. "And I'm sure they look good on YOU. You can tan. It's bad enough that my skin peels off after I burn, but I might... I can't even talk about it anymore."

Harry rolled his eyes and said, "You are unbelievable. It's just your bloody skin. We'll just put some aloe on it and you'll be fine."

Draco started to protest but decided against it. He allowed Harry to steer him into the bedroom and sit him on the bed. "Where are Weasley and Hermione? I didn't hear them bickering today."

Harry groaned as he searched his bathroom for the bottle of aloe extract he had seen in the cabinet. "Ron went home, as he is pissed at everyone, and I believe Hermione was finishing her homework and starting taking notes for the first couple of chapters of all our lessons. She's moping."

Draco lay back on the bed and began to prod his face in various places. "I'm glad Weasley left. I'm surprised he didn't kill me."

Harry re-entered the bedroom, squirting some of the lotion on his fingers and getting on his knees in front of Draco, and gently smeared it over Draco's face, ears, and neck.

"So, what did you and Severus talk about today?" Harry said conversationally and Draco shivered and let out a quick rush of air as the aloe soothed his burn.

"Mostly you. We also talked about Severus' crush on Remus. It was really cute," Draco said with a smile.

"Snape has a crush on Remus? When did this happen?" Harry laughed, completely surprised at the sudden change of events.

Draco shrugged and pulled off his shirt, careful to avoid touching the skin around his neck.

Harry allowed himself the smallest look at Draco's bare chest before Draco said, "All I know is that they both talked to each other in a completely different tone. It was odd."

"Sounds odd. So tell me, what did you and Snape have to say about me?"

Draco quirked an eyebrow. "Nosy. Well, if you must know, we were discussing whether or not you fancied me."

Harry blushed horribly and was suddenly hesitant to speak, afraid his blush would show through in his voice.

Draco grinned. Harry's silence was proof enough for him. "So you do fancy me, then?"

Harry furrowed his brow and allowed his eyes to fall to his lap. "It doesn't matter if I do or don't."

"Would it matter if I told you I was gay?" Draco said gently, wrapping his arms around his own waist.

Harry could feel Draco's eyes on him but was happy, for once, that Draco couldn't see him.

"I... I suppose it would. I just can't help but to think you have forgotten what I look like. That's slightly scary. I'm not sure..."

Draco crossed his legs and pulled them up onto the bed. "I can't picture you in your entirety but when I hear your voice or smell you I get flashes. Like, of your scar, your smile, your wild hair, and your beautiful eyes."

Harry couldn't help himself. "You think my eyes are beautiful?"

The Slytherin rested his hands under his chin. "Who doesn't? I have never seen eyes so green before."

Harry smiled warmly. "Thank you, I guess. So, I take it you came to the conclusion that I do fancy you?"

"We did."

The Gryffindor chewed on his lower lip. "Would it bother you if I did? Fancy you, I mean."

Draco's cheeks pinked. "W... would it bother you if I fancied you?"

Harry rolled his eyes. "You can't like me, you're not gay," he quipped in a playful tone.

Draco shoved Harry then pulled the sheet back, crawling under them and pulling the blankets up to his chin.

"You know what; I don't want to talk to you anymore. You are impossible to carry a conversation with. I just asked you a simple question. It's a simple question."

Harry sighed in resolve. "Alright. No, it would not bother me if you fancied me. Hell, I may even fancy you back."

Draco smiled under the blanket and slipped his sunglasses off his nose. "It's purely hypothetical, of course. I'm straight, so I can't fancy you."

"You could, but it would be really awkward with you being straight and all. Can you at least give me bisexual?"

Draco raised his eyebrows. "I'm not giving you anything, Potter. Now, go to sleep."

Harry crawled over Draco's legs and said, "It's eight, Draco. And you have bandit-eyes from your sunglasses. The skin 'round your eyes is white and everything else is a lovely shade of fuchsia."

Draco laid the back of his hand on his forehead in a dramatic attempt at sympathy. "The sunlight drains my energy and I will simply have to wear my glasses all the time to cover my discoloration. Now, I will not have you talking to me whilst I am trying to sleep."

"Shut up Malfoy."

"Don't tell me what to do, Potter."

Draco stuck out his tongue to nothing in particular and rolled over, his back to Harry. "Sleep now, young Potter. A new day awaits."

Harry chuckled, but did not reply. He watched Draco for a few moments, and then said, "Yes."

Draco yawned and said, "What are you blathering on about?"

"Yes."

"Yes what?" Draco grumbled, half-asleep.

"Yes, I fancy you."

All that met Harry was an inaudible mumble and a snore.

Thanks to brionyjae for the beta!