They both fell asleep, and when they woke up, Harry realised that the area
around him was soaking.
"Shit" he whimpered to himself. " Malfoy's going to kill me"
"What for" Draco grumbled.
Harry pointed to the bed.
Draco bared his teeth. "I told you to wait." He growled. "I'm sorry." Said Harry, shifting over beside Draco, so close they were touching.
" What do you think you're doing now?" said Draco, he was startled by Harry coming so close to him.
"It's wet over there." He said, throwing his eyes to the other side of the bed.
" Yuck Potter, get away from me." Draco shifted over so that he was flat against the blue wall, away from Harry. "You're wet too."
He gave Harry a disgusted look.
"Well it's not my fault." Said Harry, wiggling over beside Draco again.
"As soon as it's dry, you're going straight back over there." Said Draco, turning to face the wall. He felt himself going hard again, and growled. Why did Harry have this affect on him? It was driving him crazy.
He felt Harry wrap his arms around his waist, and heard a low purr tickling his neck.
Draco sighed. "And what are you doing now?"
"I'm cold." Whispered Harry. "Body heat, you know?"
"Right."
"Is that all you can say?" Said Harry huffily. "Can't we have just one decent conversation?"
"Why should we, Potter? We hate each other. Just because we're trapped in a bloody bed together, doesn't mean we can become friends. Whoever has done this is going to pay."
"But we only hate each other because we're supposed to. Think about it. I'm The Bloody Boy Who Just Happened To Live and you're the son of a death eater. And anyway, it was you who offered me to be your friend in first year, remember? I think you're just jealous because I chose Ron over you and that's why you hate me."
Draco stayed silent. He was nearly in tears. That was the reason why he really didn't like Harry. He fell in love with him when he first saw him.' Just get him to be your friend, Draco. Then he might like you in that way.' He thought to himself. Then when Harry didn't shake his hand, he had felt like crying. But he just put on the famous Malfoy Sneer and walked away, he couldn't show Harry how disappointed he was. If only he had been his friend. then everything would have been ok. Harry would have been sorted into Slytherin would he should be, but that stupid Weasel told him it was wrong to be in that house. But now here he was with just Harry.. Alone. in a bed.
"Hello??" came Harry's impatient voice. " Will you talk to me?"
Draco turned over to face Harry.
"What's wrong?" Harry asked as he watched tears run silently down Draco's face. "Why are you crying?"
A/N: sorry this chapter was so short. I had to cut it off there cos I don't know whether I should write a 'lemon' for the next chapter! Should I??? Anyway, I feel this story is going a bit downhill( please tell if it is, so I can write it a bit better! *hugs*, Laura Radcliffe.
"What for" Draco grumbled.
Harry pointed to the bed.
Draco bared his teeth. "I told you to wait." He growled. "I'm sorry." Said Harry, shifting over beside Draco, so close they were touching.
" What do you think you're doing now?" said Draco, he was startled by Harry coming so close to him.
"It's wet over there." He said, throwing his eyes to the other side of the bed.
" Yuck Potter, get away from me." Draco shifted over so that he was flat against the blue wall, away from Harry. "You're wet too."
He gave Harry a disgusted look.
"Well it's not my fault." Said Harry, wiggling over beside Draco again.
"As soon as it's dry, you're going straight back over there." Said Draco, turning to face the wall. He felt himself going hard again, and growled. Why did Harry have this affect on him? It was driving him crazy.
He felt Harry wrap his arms around his waist, and heard a low purr tickling his neck.
Draco sighed. "And what are you doing now?"
"I'm cold." Whispered Harry. "Body heat, you know?"
"Right."
"Is that all you can say?" Said Harry huffily. "Can't we have just one decent conversation?"
"Why should we, Potter? We hate each other. Just because we're trapped in a bloody bed together, doesn't mean we can become friends. Whoever has done this is going to pay."
"But we only hate each other because we're supposed to. Think about it. I'm The Bloody Boy Who Just Happened To Live and you're the son of a death eater. And anyway, it was you who offered me to be your friend in first year, remember? I think you're just jealous because I chose Ron over you and that's why you hate me."
Draco stayed silent. He was nearly in tears. That was the reason why he really didn't like Harry. He fell in love with him when he first saw him.' Just get him to be your friend, Draco. Then he might like you in that way.' He thought to himself. Then when Harry didn't shake his hand, he had felt like crying. But he just put on the famous Malfoy Sneer and walked away, he couldn't show Harry how disappointed he was. If only he had been his friend. then everything would have been ok. Harry would have been sorted into Slytherin would he should be, but that stupid Weasel told him it was wrong to be in that house. But now here he was with just Harry.. Alone. in a bed.
"Hello??" came Harry's impatient voice. " Will you talk to me?"
Draco turned over to face Harry.
"What's wrong?" Harry asked as he watched tears run silently down Draco's face. "Why are you crying?"
A/N: sorry this chapter was so short. I had to cut it off there cos I don't know whether I should write a 'lemon' for the next chapter! Should I??? Anyway, I feel this story is going a bit downhill( please tell if it is, so I can write it a bit better! *hugs*, Laura Radcliffe.