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Those eyes blinked sleepily up at him, and his lips formed Draco's name.
"Malfoy?" he mumbles softly, puzzled. He sat halfway up. "What're you doing here?" Surprisingly, there was none of the usual animosity that Draco had *always* heard when that gentle voice was directed at him. "Am I dreaming about you again?" He smiled and reached out and tucked a silver strand of hair behind his "dream's" ear.
Draco hardly dared to breathe afraid that if he moved, it would all shatter and he'd find himself back-- somewhere he didn't want to be. Harry then yawned, and -Draco couldn't help it- he yawned, too. Harry gave him a sleepy (and sexy) half-smile.
"Are you tired? Me too. C'mon." and Harry slid the covers back invitingly. Draco looked at him uncertainly. His brain didn't seem to be functioning at the moment. But then, this was ture for the entire evening. Harry then became very solemn. "Don't go this time. You always go. Stay." it was a child's plea.
Slowly, as though moving through liquid, Draco climbed under the covers of Harry's bed. He lay down, and Harry reached over him and dragged the drapes shut, then let his arm fall over the Slytherin. Draco stiffened as Harry snuggled up against him.
"Warm…" the Gryffindor murmured.
"Huh?" Draco asked, sounding very un-Malfoy like.
"You're warmer than I thought you'd be." his new bedmate explained patiently.
"Oh." Harry heaved a peaceful sigh and settled firmly against Draco. Bit by bit, Draco relaxed too, so tired and emotionally drained that his mind simply shut down. His arms automatically went around the slim Seeker's waist, as if he'd been sleeping with Harry all his life. Their breathing grew deep and regular as both teens fell asleep.
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Sometime in the early morning, between two and three, Harry awoke to find himself completely entangled with someone (he was a bit of a bed hog). His eyes snapped open as he peered at the face of his unknown bedmate, trying to discern their identity with blurry vision. Mouth open in a round "O" of disbelief, he whispered,
"Malfoy…?" and hesitantly touched one pale cheek.
Gray eyes suddenly flicked open and met his. His gaze went from Harry's fingers on his skin and back to his rival's face. It was an awkward moment.
"I-" Harry began,
Draco cut him off with the usual Malfoy arrogance. "Shut up, Potter." A look of hurt crossed Harry's face, immediately replaced by anger. "No, listen. Just fucking lie back down and go to sleep." Harry's mouth snapped shut with an audible click as he stared at Malfoy in shock. "I'm tired, and now I'm cold. Lie back down!" he commanded, pulling the stunned boy back to his original position and getting comfortable. He closed his eyes and was soon asleep. Harry was still staring at him, now from his position on Draco's chest. He'd *dreamed* about Malfoy before, but this was the first time he'd actually woken up with the Slytherin in his *bed*. Harry shook his head and decided just to leave it. He was tired, too.
When he woke up later that morning, Malfoy was gone.
TBC
THIS IS NOT THE END!!!! THERE IS MORE TO COME!!!
SPECIAL THANK YOU TO:AlynniaMcKinnon, Karm, BigMamaG, loverwren, aelyn, CrystalStarGuardian, Gwen, Villain, OMG!, and angelstar. THEY actually reviewed. Next time I'll put up lil messages, but see I typed like the next three parts out at my mom's printed it, and now I'm at my dad's so I had to retype the whole 2nd part cuz I wanted to put it up and it took me awhile so I am TIRED of typing. I'm done. Review.
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