A/N: I frankly don't think this one is very good. But then my brain is really melting. I hope you will forgive. Thanks for all the reviews and stuff! ArtysSexKitten-My very straight bf is my inspiration. He is v horrified. HA! mou -Long? I can't even come up with a short one. Maybe if someone bought me a huge airconditioning unit... Mayhem-I hope my brainstops melting first. HAHA! Ga nat nat-I love H/D specifically because I think they're perfect for each other-character wise! Can't help that they're both guys I guess. Ok, enough blabber-enjoy if you can!

Hiding

"Draco? What are you doing?" Harry asked, giggling slightly at the sight of Draco with a pillowcase on his head, attempting to navigate his way from the bedroom to the stairs.

"None of your business." Draco retorted sounding rather annoyed.

"Come on, love. Don't hide your pretty little face." Harry cooed, walking towards Draco slowly.

"I'll have you know that I'm not pretty. I'm chiselled and pulchritudinous." Draco announced imperiously.

"Pul-what?" Harry asked, confused.

"Ah. Once again, I am proven to be the smarter one. A pulchritudinous person is a person who has great physical beauty." Draco explained, voice slightly muffled by the pillowcase.

"Real ugly-sounding word isn't it. In fact it sounds like a place in Mongolia." Harry sniggered.

"Uncultured Gryffindor." Draco sniffed disdainfully.

"Ah. But you love me all the same right?" Harry replied, snaking his arms around Draco's waist and pressing his face into the pillowcase that covered Draco's face.

Draco's answer was a contented sigh, as he leaned into Harry's embrace.

"You still haven't told me why you're wearing a pillowcase." Harry stated casually.

Draco stiffened in Harry's arms.

"Did you cut yourself shaving again?" Harry laughed, amused.

"No!" Draco wailed. "I'm marred for life."

Harry tried to pull Draco's pillowcase off but Draco held it tight.

"Come on, love, I'll love you even if you grew a neon pink moustache and had green nose hair growing out of your nose." Harry persuaded gently, all the while tugging at Draco's pillowcase.

"That's disgusting," Draco answered, but allowed Harry to pull the pillowcase off his head.

Harry blinked.

"I don't see anything wrong with your face at all!" Harry exclaimed, peering close at Draco's seemingly perfect face.

"A white head! I have a white head! It's huge! It's on my nose! Are you blind? It will grow. Maybe become black! Then I will get more and more until my nose will look like a strawberry!" Draco raved frantically, gesturing wildly to his own nose.

Harry blinked again.

"Draco, love, it's just one tiny white head that I can't even see." Harry ventured, raising his hand to caress Draco's chin.

Draco began sniffling.

"But you're half blind! I'm going to have a strawberry nose!" Draco moaned piteously.

Harry laughed, and kissed Draco on the nose.

"I happen to like strawberries a lot."

Oh.

Yay?

Happily, Draco's tiny white head disappeared the next day. Thus removing the need for long discussions about how good a strawberry would look as a nose.

So Draco remained as pulchritudinous as ever.

And Harry- bought strawberries for supper.

A/N: How was that? Good? Okay? Feedback is welcome! (even if u tell me this sucked-because i frankly didnt think it was that great. Heh.)