Disclaimer: I do not own nor will I ever own Harry Potter and Dragon Age: Origins

Author's Notes: This is unbeta'd so all mistakes and typos you find are all mine. This fanfic was written for the 31 Days of Writing Challenge and for the Up To 50 Different Pairings Challenge on FFN.

Prompt that was used: There was only one bed

I hope everyone enjoys reading this!

Harry Potter, a twenty-four-year-old man stood in front of the counter at an inn that was on the way to the city of Denerim. He stared at the innkeeper and gave a sigh, "Seriously, the only room you have left has only one bed?"

"Sorry but yeah, we have just one. Will you still be staying the night?"

Harry was silent for a moment before giving another sigh, "Fine, we'll take it" Harry said.

Harry then paid the man before turning to his companion who he had been travelling with for at least a couple of months now.

Zevran Arainai was an elf and an assassin who had attempted to murder Harry. Harry had, of course, fought back with magic and won the fight. Though he had chosen to spare his attacker on the condition that the elf tell Harry everything that the elf knew about the world that Harry had become stuck in after getting hit by a curse while doing his job as an Auror.

Apparently, Harry was in a place called Ferelden, a place that treated magic users badly and that if Harry was ever caught by people called Templars he would be captured. He would then be taken to a tower where he would have to spend the rest of his life there, however long or short it would be.

In addition to telling Harry the information he had needed the elf had persuaded Harry into keeping the elf by his side. Zevran had promised that he would protect Harry from anything that might try to harm him. Harry had agreed to this, feeling like he really had no choice and scared at the possibility of one day being forced to become some kind of prisoner in some horrible tower when he didn't do anything to deserve it.

Zevran was an attractive elf, he was twenty-five years old, he had long blond hair and a slender but muscled form. The elf also had pointed ears, eyes the colour of amber, tanned skin, had tattoos and had scars.

"Looks like we might have to share a bed" Harry said.

Zevran gave an expected and pleased smirk at this news. "How unfortunate…." he said in a voice that contradicted his words. "But do not worry Harry, I will be a perfect gentleman"

"Yeah, thanks" muttered Harry, who was slightly blushing at the thought of sharing a bed with the elf who he at some point during their travels had developed some romantic feelings for but had not confessed to yet.

Zevran and Harry were shown to their room at the inn and it was already dark out so Harry magically changed his day clothes to nightwear while Zevran was stripping, removing each piece of clothing until he was only in his underwear.

Zevran did this slowly with a teasing smirk to Harry, possibly hoping that Harry would request to be physical with him during the night, though the relationship that they had was not a sexual one. Harry tried not to stare at Zevran's body as the elf did this despite the assassin obviously wanting him to.

Once both men were ready for bed Harry climbed into bed and was shortly followed by the elf.

"Now remember, keep your hands to yourself" muttered Harry as he took off his glasses and placed them upon the bedside table that was closest to him.

Zevran chuckled, "As you wish Harry" the elf spoke in a cheerful tone. Though then after a moment he spoke again, "You may tie me up if you like, I would not mind. I would not even mind if you were to do inappropriate things to me"

As the assassin said his words this time, they were whispered close to Harry's ears as the two men both lay in bed.

Harry was blushing again, he was quite glad that Zevran was behind him and couldn't see his face.

"Zev..Zevran…That…That's not necessary. Just…Just keep your hands to yourself and try to get some sleep and I…and I will try to do the same"

Zevran gave another chuckle, "If that is what you want Harry" he said softly, though Harry was sure he could hear a hint of disappointment in the elf's voice.

Soon the lights were put out and the two men started to try to get some sleep.

There was no talking from either man and as promised Zevran was the perfect gentleman.

Throughout the night in the silence and with Zevran so close to Harry the human couldn't help but feel like he wanted the elf to touch him, to hold him as they slept and maybe when they both awoke in the morning to kiss him.

Maybe tomorrow he would try to confess his feelings to the elf but for now it could wait, for now he just tried to stop thinking so much and eventually after a while he fell asleep.