You guys are way too nice! Not that you should stop being nice but ya know…
I never expected to get such response only after two chapters! *hugs all of
you*
There were so many of you, I can't thank each one of you personally, but THANKS to everyone who reviewed! GOD, should I make this slash?? I'm going crazy, I can't decide. If I do make it slash, I can promise you this: It won't be fluffy OR cliché, I'll do anything to avoid that… And if slash, I'll make it kind of mild, some sort of friendly and just maybe a little attraction slash… you follow me? I'm babbling nonsense…!
HARRY'S WAKE UP
God bless Sundays. As soon as this brat wakes up and I get him out of my room I can go to sleep, and I won't have to get up until Monday morning…
Draco was getting grumpy. Not very surprising considering the fact that it was now Sunday morning, and he was sitting in the same chair, same position, with same book on his lap. Not a page turned.
Draco sighed silently and threw a glance at the clock on the wall. Ten thirty, did Potter think this was some kind of a motel? He didn't know why he hadn't thrown Harry out of there already, but there was something keeping him away from stepping over to the bed.
Suddenly, the crooked figure on his bed moved slightly. Draco's brows rose questionably.
*Wake up, please wake up. Wake up you stupid brat!* Draco yelled in his own head.
Immediately, Harry's eyes fluttered open, allowing the weak sunlight hit his emerald green stare. For a while he just laid there, curled up with the sheets snared around him, and then he blinked. Draco didn't move an inch. Harry closed his eyes again, and for a moment, Draco thought he was falling asleep again, but then Harry sat up blindly, feeling his way to the edge of the bed with trembling hands.
He was swaying like a drunk when he finally stood up on his feet, looking around while narrowing his eyes a bit.
Apparently, Potter was a bit slow today… Draco shut the book in his lap with a snap that made Harry jump on the spot.
"Morning sunshine." Draco purred sarcastically.
"Hick." Harry covered his mouth and Draco smirked.
"Not feeling very well, are we?" Harry made gurgling sound in his throat and clasped his mouth with both hands, eyes widening in panic. He quickly looked around and found the door to Draco's bathroom. Harry dashed through it and locked the door from inside.
"Hey!" Draco got up and stumbled over to the bathroom door. "What do you think you're doing?" The sound of Harry forcefully throwing up in the toilet answered for itself.
"Oh… right." Draco muttered and sat down on the floor, leaning against the wall. For some seconds, it went quiet, then… more puking noises.
"Just… take your time…" Draco called, not really knowing what else to say.
After a while, things went silent again. Then he could hear water running and the toilet flushing.
Harry was standing leaned over the sink, staring at himself in the mirror. He couldn't see very much without his glasses, but he did see the mirror was broken. His reflection looked like a Picasso. Harry leaned closer to the broken mirror and stared at his face. His eyes were swollen, and he was both pale and blushed. A familiar but not very friendly voice came from outside.
"Are you gonna come out soon, or do you plan locking yourself in my bathroom forever?"
*HIS bathroom? What am I doing in Malfoy's bathroom?* Harry stared down at himself. He was wearing yesterday's clothes.
"Where're my glasses?" He asked warily, raising his voice only enough for Draco to understand what he was saying. He heard Draco stamp across the room to get his glasses on the nightstand.
"They're here, open up." The door opened slowly, and for a moment, the two boys just stared at each other. Now Draco was convinced Harry had been drunk or something, he looked like a living wreck. In Harry's eyes, so did Draco. The blonde was holding his glasses, but none of them moved at all. Draco's tongue was stuck in his throat. *Say something, just stop staring at him!*
"You need to clean up, man." *Good work, stupid!* Harry frowned, he took his glasses from Draco's hand and closed the door again.
"Then I guess you don't mind me using your bathroom some more?" Harry muttered through the door and turned the knob in the sink again.
"What's a pushover to do?" Draco asked with drooling sarcasm and stepped over to the bed, finally landing among his beloved blankets and running his hands through his hair.
After a while Harry called from the bathroom again.
"You know, this kind of freaks me out a bit…"
Draco laughed into his pillow.
"I was afraid you'd be to fucked up to remember about last night." A few seconds passed, and Harry answered from the other side of the door:
"Should I be afraid to remember?"
Draco turned over on his bed and withdrew the smell of the sheets. Oh great, they smelled Potter by now…
"Let's just say you had a little quirk in your so far perfect life. I found you jumping from the highest tower's balcony twelve thirty in the morning." Draco heard Harry dropping the soap he had been holding on the floor with a thump. Another silent moment…
"A- And you…"
"Saved you? More like pulled you over and gave you the biggest confrontation of your life." It took a while for Harry to reply to this.
"And then…?"
"Then you told me you'd go back to bed, then you sneaked back up there and tried jumping again. Unfortunately I was still on the balcony and dragged you down here so you could sleep it off."
"Sleep it… off?"
"You were drunk, Potter. Ever wondered why you feel like your head's gonna explode? It's called a hangover."
The door opened once again. Draco turned his head and saw Harry standing there, glasses on, water dripping from his face and his hair pulled back from his face.
Draco was lying on his back on the bed, arms behind his head and legs crossed.
"Why did you save - … pull me back over?" Draco grimaced at the demanding tone in Harry's voice.
"Human instinct, Potter. You see someone jumping from a balcony, you pull him back."
"I didn't know you had human instincts." Harry remarked. Draco growled and turned over in his bed, burying his face in the mattress. *Think of something, think of something!* "Curiosity, then. So many times I've been wishing for the Golden Potter boy to just throw himself from a balcony, and now you actually did it. Guess I just wanted to know what finally cracked you, now can you please leave me the fuck alone?" Harry raised an eyebrow at him. Draco did the same thing back. "Is that enough of an answer for you, your Highness?" Harry didn't reply.
"What happened to your bathroom mirror?" He asked suddenly.
Draco's gaze pierced through Harry with sudden anger and defensiveness.
"I liked my reflection better that way." He hissed. Harry looked scared now; he looked at Draco as if he was some psychopath. Draco laughed at Harry's reaction.
Then he squinted his eyes a little and noticed a spot of white lather on Harry's chin. Outrageous!
"Did you use my toothbrush!?"
Following up: Draco's Denial, in which Draco gladly forgets about Harry's little mishap, but then realises Harry's still struggling hard to keep up in school, and Harry doesn't get much sleep, thinking of Voldemort aaand our little Slytherin… hrkm… hero.
Please make me happy and review!
And by the way, now on Monday I'm going away for two weeks on a summer vacation with my friends to Sjövik, this means I won't get the next chapter up until two weeks has passed. But when I come back I wanna read a lot of reviews, and I promise I'll write you a good chapter! Please, please, please, please?
There were so many of you, I can't thank each one of you personally, but THANKS to everyone who reviewed! GOD, should I make this slash?? I'm going crazy, I can't decide. If I do make it slash, I can promise you this: It won't be fluffy OR cliché, I'll do anything to avoid that… And if slash, I'll make it kind of mild, some sort of friendly and just maybe a little attraction slash… you follow me? I'm babbling nonsense…!
HARRY'S WAKE UP
God bless Sundays. As soon as this brat wakes up and I get him out of my room I can go to sleep, and I won't have to get up until Monday morning…
Draco was getting grumpy. Not very surprising considering the fact that it was now Sunday morning, and he was sitting in the same chair, same position, with same book on his lap. Not a page turned.
Draco sighed silently and threw a glance at the clock on the wall. Ten thirty, did Potter think this was some kind of a motel? He didn't know why he hadn't thrown Harry out of there already, but there was something keeping him away from stepping over to the bed.
Suddenly, the crooked figure on his bed moved slightly. Draco's brows rose questionably.
*Wake up, please wake up. Wake up you stupid brat!* Draco yelled in his own head.
Immediately, Harry's eyes fluttered open, allowing the weak sunlight hit his emerald green stare. For a while he just laid there, curled up with the sheets snared around him, and then he blinked. Draco didn't move an inch. Harry closed his eyes again, and for a moment, Draco thought he was falling asleep again, but then Harry sat up blindly, feeling his way to the edge of the bed with trembling hands.
He was swaying like a drunk when he finally stood up on his feet, looking around while narrowing his eyes a bit.
Apparently, Potter was a bit slow today… Draco shut the book in his lap with a snap that made Harry jump on the spot.
"Morning sunshine." Draco purred sarcastically.
"Hick." Harry covered his mouth and Draco smirked.
"Not feeling very well, are we?" Harry made gurgling sound in his throat and clasped his mouth with both hands, eyes widening in panic. He quickly looked around and found the door to Draco's bathroom. Harry dashed through it and locked the door from inside.
"Hey!" Draco got up and stumbled over to the bathroom door. "What do you think you're doing?" The sound of Harry forcefully throwing up in the toilet answered for itself.
"Oh… right." Draco muttered and sat down on the floor, leaning against the wall. For some seconds, it went quiet, then… more puking noises.
"Just… take your time…" Draco called, not really knowing what else to say.
After a while, things went silent again. Then he could hear water running and the toilet flushing.
Harry was standing leaned over the sink, staring at himself in the mirror. He couldn't see very much without his glasses, but he did see the mirror was broken. His reflection looked like a Picasso. Harry leaned closer to the broken mirror and stared at his face. His eyes were swollen, and he was both pale and blushed. A familiar but not very friendly voice came from outside.
"Are you gonna come out soon, or do you plan locking yourself in my bathroom forever?"
*HIS bathroom? What am I doing in Malfoy's bathroom?* Harry stared down at himself. He was wearing yesterday's clothes.
"Where're my glasses?" He asked warily, raising his voice only enough for Draco to understand what he was saying. He heard Draco stamp across the room to get his glasses on the nightstand.
"They're here, open up." The door opened slowly, and for a moment, the two boys just stared at each other. Now Draco was convinced Harry had been drunk or something, he looked like a living wreck. In Harry's eyes, so did Draco. The blonde was holding his glasses, but none of them moved at all. Draco's tongue was stuck in his throat. *Say something, just stop staring at him!*
"You need to clean up, man." *Good work, stupid!* Harry frowned, he took his glasses from Draco's hand and closed the door again.
"Then I guess you don't mind me using your bathroom some more?" Harry muttered through the door and turned the knob in the sink again.
"What's a pushover to do?" Draco asked with drooling sarcasm and stepped over to the bed, finally landing among his beloved blankets and running his hands through his hair.
After a while Harry called from the bathroom again.
"You know, this kind of freaks me out a bit…"
Draco laughed into his pillow.
"I was afraid you'd be to fucked up to remember about last night." A few seconds passed, and Harry answered from the other side of the door:
"Should I be afraid to remember?"
Draco turned over on his bed and withdrew the smell of the sheets. Oh great, they smelled Potter by now…
"Let's just say you had a little quirk in your so far perfect life. I found you jumping from the highest tower's balcony twelve thirty in the morning." Draco heard Harry dropping the soap he had been holding on the floor with a thump. Another silent moment…
"A- And you…"
"Saved you? More like pulled you over and gave you the biggest confrontation of your life." It took a while for Harry to reply to this.
"And then…?"
"Then you told me you'd go back to bed, then you sneaked back up there and tried jumping again. Unfortunately I was still on the balcony and dragged you down here so you could sleep it off."
"Sleep it… off?"
"You were drunk, Potter. Ever wondered why you feel like your head's gonna explode? It's called a hangover."
The door opened once again. Draco turned his head and saw Harry standing there, glasses on, water dripping from his face and his hair pulled back from his face.
Draco was lying on his back on the bed, arms behind his head and legs crossed.
"Why did you save - … pull me back over?" Draco grimaced at the demanding tone in Harry's voice.
"Human instinct, Potter. You see someone jumping from a balcony, you pull him back."
"I didn't know you had human instincts." Harry remarked. Draco growled and turned over in his bed, burying his face in the mattress. *Think of something, think of something!* "Curiosity, then. So many times I've been wishing for the Golden Potter boy to just throw himself from a balcony, and now you actually did it. Guess I just wanted to know what finally cracked you, now can you please leave me the fuck alone?" Harry raised an eyebrow at him. Draco did the same thing back. "Is that enough of an answer for you, your Highness?" Harry didn't reply.
"What happened to your bathroom mirror?" He asked suddenly.
Draco's gaze pierced through Harry with sudden anger and defensiveness.
"I liked my reflection better that way." He hissed. Harry looked scared now; he looked at Draco as if he was some psychopath. Draco laughed at Harry's reaction.
Then he squinted his eyes a little and noticed a spot of white lather on Harry's chin. Outrageous!
"Did you use my toothbrush!?"
Following up: Draco's Denial, in which Draco gladly forgets about Harry's little mishap, but then realises Harry's still struggling hard to keep up in school, and Harry doesn't get much sleep, thinking of Voldemort aaand our little Slytherin… hrkm… hero.
Please make me happy and review!
And by the way, now on Monday I'm going away for two weeks on a summer vacation with my friends to Sjövik, this means I won't get the next chapter up until two weeks has passed. But when I come back I wanna read a lot of reviews, and I promise I'll write you a good chapter! Please, please, please, please?