A/N: Ok I'll be honest and admit I didn't proof read the end of the last chapter…which was stupid as it was written at about two in the morning. :/ Sorry! I went through it when I began writing this one and found so many mistakes! I'll go back and fix it up at some point. Once again nothing belongs to me but the plot! All goes to respective owners! Enjoy

Harry woke slowly, and noticed an unusual warmth in his bed. He opened his eyes and blinked blurrily at the figure of a softly snoring Draco Malfoy still wrapped in his arms. He frowned in confusion, but the night's events rushed back to him soon enough and he squeezed his eyes shut. He shifted slightly and Draco snorted lightly.

Harry snickered and re-opened his eyes to look at the blonde. It then hit him that he was topless. Harry blushed bright red and bit his lip, unconsciously comparing their bodies. Draco's eyelids fluttered and Harry hastily removed his arms from around the boy's torso; or he tried to, but Draco was lying on one, making it impossible to move.

"Why are you still in my bed Harry?" He drawled, stifling a yawn. Harry laughed.

"Because I've only just woken up-"

"Oi, ferret!" Came Ron's voice from outside the door. Both boys froze. This would be a very awkward position for Ron to find them in. "Have you seen Harry? And mum says breakfast's on the table when you're up."

Harry grinned at the blonde and extricated himself from Draco, the latter arching his back to free the arm trapped beneath him. He padded across the small space to the door and opened it.

"Morning Ron," he said cheerfully. Ron's eyes widened as he took in Harry's appearance; sleepy, bed-head, glasses askew, late night eyes, rather satisfied, and then Draco behind him on the bed, looking completely at ease without a top on.

"What?" He said weakly. Harry grinned.

"Maybe you should go have breakfast, I'm sure he'll be down soon," he said, suppressing a chuckle. Ron nodded and left quickly. Harry turned in the doorway, a feeling of awkwardness beginning to worm its way into his stomach. "I'll er…see you in a bit. I should um, go get dressed and er, stuff…yeah…" he said, blushing and barely managing not to bolt out the room. He heard Draco's laugh ring out and follow him back up to Ron's attic room.

He got washed and dressed and went back down for breakfast. Draco was already there, laughing with Ginny about teachers. Harry smiled, genuinely pleased that there was in fact a nice Malfoy beneath the surface. He helped himself to toast and eggs, sitting opposite Draco and next to Ron, who was looking between them in some confusion with a cup of tea.

"It was nothing Ron, seriously. I just had a nightmare."

"And ended up in bed with a topless Malfoy?"

Ginny choked on her orange juice and Draco snorted.

"I don't mind if you like blokes mate, but a bit of warning next time, yeah?" Ron said with a grin.

"Really, it was nothing. I didn't expect company and I usually sleep topless." Draco butted in. He sounded slightly flustered and Harry gave him a curious glance. He would have to interrogate him at some point as to why he got uncomfortable talking about homosexuality, even just innuendos.

Harry nodded along with a reassuring smile, unsure why his insides felt warm and the monster in his chest was purring softly in the background. Ron just winked at him and got up.

"I've still got some packing to do, see you in a bit, right?"

"'course, you can hardly leave without me," Harry said with a grin. Ginny was still looking rather confused, but followed her brother out without an explanation, a calculating expression on her face. She was very like Hermione was Ginny sometimes…

"Well, that could have gone worse." Draco said across the table, almost to himself. Harry chuckled around a mouthful of scrambled egg but didn't reply further.

They all set off for the station an hour later, once everything was packed.

"We'll send on anything you've forgotten. It'll be easy now thanks to Draco," Mrs Weasley said fondly once they'd arrived. She'd rather come to care for Draco in the past week, and he smiled embarrassedly.

"See you soon Mrs Weasley," Harry said as she hugged him good bye.

"Now you be careful, and look after him." She said in a mock-stern voice. He laughed and gave his word he would, as he, Ginny, Ron and Draco clambered onto the train. Draco attempted to hide behind Harry all the way to an empty compartment in case they saw anyone they knew, but they didn't.

The train was relatively empty, not everyone having gone home for Christmas, and they found Hermione waiting for them. Ginny left them earlier as they passed her friends in her year. They joined Hermione with hearty greetings and Ron lost no time in telling her that Harry was gay for Malfoy. She spluttered and coughed and Harry and Draco gave Ron identical deadpan stares. This made him laugh harder and even Hermione grinned.

Harry explained what he was talking about and Hermione gave him a look as if she was checking an internal gay-dar or something. Draco snickered.

"Well one of them's gay, at least." She stated firmly as she sat back. "Possibly both. We'll have to wait and see." Ron laughed, Harry looked confused and Draco tried to give a natural looking smile, which failed miserably. Well that stopped Harry having to interrogate him at a later point at least.

They spent the journey happily reliving tales of second year, and Harry was smug to see Draco's look of incredulity as he and Ron described the Slytherin common room to him in perfect detail. He laughed at Draco's disbelief of their adventures, and they all laughed at his mini-tantrum when he found out they had freed Buckbeak (though they didn't tell him how).

The train pulled into the station late and they headed up to the carriages together. They made it up to the castle without any important Slytherins noticing Draco. They said goodbye in the entrance hall and went up to the tower to drop off bags. Ron's stomach was complaining loudly and they once re-united with Ginny, Dean, Seamus and Neville they all headed down to dinner.

It was a merry affair to begin with, though Harry noticed Draco sat alone at the end of his house table amidst first and second years. His cold, unaffected mask was back but Harry had learnt enough about him last term to see through it. He could see the pain in his grey eyes, and the tension indicated by the pursed lips.

A crazy idea entered his head, and without pausing to think about it he got up. Those around him fell silent, and Ron looked wary as he followed Harry's gaze.

"Watch it, you might make it worse for him," Ron warned.

"Nothing can be worse for him right now Ron, he told me what goes on at the Manor and trust me, it can't be worse." he said, not looking down. He stepped over the bench and strode confidently over to the Slytherin table. The majority of the hall had shut up by this point.

"What do you think you are doing Potter?" He drawled as Harry approached.

"Stealing you. Come on." He held out a hand and Draco frowned at it. 30 seconds of tense silence passed as Draco looked up at his 'friends' and across the Hall. He turned back to Harry and let a smile slide onto his face. He grasped the hand and Harry pulled him to his feet, letting go once he was up. Together they walked right down the middle of the Great Hall, side by side and their steps in sync. As they walked out, the Hall erupted into uproar. People were shouting across tables to friends and the Slytherins were all either glaring at them or staring in open-mouthed shock. Harry smirked smugly.

"Where are we going?" Draco hissed.

"Room of Requirement. I hope you've had enough to eat, there won't be more 'til morning," Harry muttered as they hastened through the halls. He saw Draco smiling out the corner of his eye.

"Hey Potty," he said softly.

"Hm?"

"Thanks…"

Harry turned his head to smile at him and walked into a suit of armour. Draco immediately doubled over in laughter and held onto the wall for support as Harry struggled to right himself and the armour. He glared at Draco as he straightened up and he just laughed harder.

"Shut up," he sulked. Draco stifled his laughter, occasional chuckles bursting out as they headed off. By the time they reached the portrait of the trolls even Harry was grinning reluctantly. He conjured the room and in they were back in the copy Draco's bedroom in no time.

"Why's there a bed in the corner?" Harry asked, noticing it properly for the first time. "I just asked for the same room as when you taught me that muggle song."

To his surprise Draco smiled fondly around the room, taking in the familiar score books and instruments.

"It's my bedroom." He said simply, a light blush tinging his cheeks, though Harry didn't think he realised. He went to stand by the piano.

"I'm in your bedroom?" He asked, fighting to keep the laughter out his voice. He wasn't even sure why he wanted to laugh, but he did.

Draco nodded and ran a hand lovingly over the top of the grand and his lips broke into a proper smile. He sat on the stool and began to play one of his own compositions (though Harry didn't know this, to him it was just an extraordinarily sweet song, slow and sad with powerful words). Harry joined him on the stool. The words were simple, and he joined in on the last chorus, harmonising beautifully. He'd learnt a lot from Draco's teaching, and with his natural ear for music on top of that he was pretty damn perfect.

The Slytherin looked up and smiled, his fingers still moving effortlessly across the keys. Harry looked into the almost silver eyes and trailed off. Draco followed suit apparently by accident, the notes fading into oblivion though still ringing through the room. The grey eyes seemed unfathomable, yet Harry felt as if he could see inside the boy in front of him.

He was scared, he was angry and he was so confused. They mimicked how he was feeling himself and felt a spark in his stomach. There was another and this time it lit, sending a surging warmth through his body. He felt something new, something exciting. He blinked and let out a shaky but silent breath. As one they leaned in slowly and hesitantly, so hesitantly their lips brushed.

Draco leaned in and Harry responded in kind. It was fleeting and they broke apart quickly. Harry felt ridiculously confused. He didn't like guys, did he? Maybe it was just this one guy…would that really be so bad? A million scenarios flashed through his head in less than a second; days that could be spent in a relationship with the blonde boy and memories they'd shared over the last term. Looking back he saw them as the rest of the school might well, already a couple without really realising. His insides felt unlike they ever had before, his breathing was shallow and his chest felt tight but in a spectacular way. He was filled with want and excitement.

He opened his eyes to find the silver ones staring right back into his, again a mix of emotions but this time he couldn't read them.

"I…" He started, but Draco put a finger to his lips and shushed him gently.

"Don't speak." He said, and kissed him again.

Harry spent a whole five minutes staring at the boy in front of him, wheels in his mind working overtime. What the hell was going on? Draco began to shift uncomfortably, his fingers twitching towards the keys. Harry struck the last note that had been played, not even consciously choosing to.

Draco picked a note that harmonised and Harry's lips twitched into a smile. He picked the fifth of that one and Draco chose the minor third of the next. They continued picking out harmonising notes until both were grinning at the stupidity yet addictive fun of it.

"What in Merlin's name are we doing?" Draco asked eventually.

"I have no idea." Harry replied with a laugh. "So…this is your bedroom?"

Draco's expression went from confused but happy to wary in a second. "Yes…" he said slowly.

Harry snickered as he guessed what had probably just gone through his mind. "Are these all your own work?" He asked, gesturing to the knee-high piles of composition paper.

"Well…" Draco stood up and went over to a pile. "A lot of this stuff is blank script that's there for when I need it. Most of the books on the shelves are other composer's work, but there's a few that are mine."

"Play me a song?"

"I already have, right before we kissed."

"Play me another."

"What do I get in return?"

"What do you want in return?"

"Do you really want to know?"

"Yes." There was a long pause.

"I want you." It was said with such quiet sincerity it surprised the Gryffindor. He hadn't expected it, but to be fair he hadn't expected much that had happened that evening, no, that year, and it had all happened anyway.

He didn't know what to think at that. He looked up at the blonde boy, who stood there without his usual confidence and arrogance, just a shadow of his normal self. Harry got up and crossed over to him.

"You can have me for nothing," he said, leaning in and kissing him. He felt Draco smile against his lips and he wrapped the smaller boy in his arms.