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Chapter 6/7: I'll only belong to you

"Draco Malfoy?"
Draco's eyes widened and he gulped, trying to hide his face from Percy and Oliver by burying his nose in Harry's chest. "Uh..no.. no.. Ma name's Dr-Demy , hehe.. Draco's cousin.." He kicked Harry in the shin. "Hide me, you idiot." Harry covered him with his robes, heck, at least tried to what with the large cast and all.

"Uh, yeah Demy.." Harry rolled his eyes. "Lame name." Another kick in the foot.

Oliver's face lightened up as he recognized him and squinted. "Malfoy? Malfoy!" He walked over to them like the old pals they were and slapped Draco on the back which made the Slytherin jump towards Harry. "Harry, you naughty bloke you! You brought him to the Astronomy Tower!"

Draco rolled his eyes and blushed whereas Percy remained forgotten.

"Uhh.. Oliver, what are you doing here?" Harry asked innocently as Draco rubbed his sore back, cursing everyone to his broomstick.

Oliver laughed nervously. "Well, you see.. I'm with er.. Percy here and uh.." He fiddled with his fingers and looked down at his shoes. "Well.."

Draco made a face and looked towards Percy who blushed darker than his red, flaming hair. "I thought you were with Marcus Flint?" Draco said, feigning innocence.

He looked from both boys and smirked as Percy's face flushed a darker shade of red that of which showed anger as his eyes were glaring menacingly and accusingly at Oliver.

"I thought you said you broke up with him!"

Oliver bit his lower lip. "Well, I said, we 'cooled off' albeit but that doesn't necessarily mean that we're..over?"

"Why you no good, scoundrel!" He walked over to Oliver and slapped him hard on the face. "And to think that you promised me a trip to Paris!"

With that, Percy turned around and ran crying like a sissy. 

"Percy! Perce, babe, come back!!!!!" Oliver ran after him, footsteps echoing in the night as Draco and Harry watched their backs retreating into the night.

"I love you babe! Come back!!!!!"

"I think we should go to bed," Draco said thoughtfully after a moment of silence. "We've seen far too much drama and I sure don't want to witness Flint's reaction to that tonight."

Harry nodded numbly. "Might I suggest the Gryffindor boys' dorm then?"

Draco kicked him in the foot. "Paris?" Harry suggested. Draco scowled. Harry just laughed. Draco was to aim another swat at him when Harry held his fingers softly.

"Honestly, Draco," Harry grabbed his slender elbow to the general direction of the Gryffindor tower. "You keep kicking and hitting me all the time, it's a miracle I don't end up breaking a few bones or accumulating a few bruises from this relationship."

Draco snorted. "That's rather exaggerated, don't you think?" He was vaguely aware of the fact that indeed he was being steered to the Gryffindor Common Room. "I just don't like the way you're being insinuative, that's all."

"You can hop into the covers now." Harry grinned. Draco looked around and almost gasped. It was Harry's dorm. How utterly eerily fast, he thought. He stared in front of him where Harry's four poster bed was presented to him.

He slapped him (Harry) in the face. Harry cradled his abused cheek.

"HEY!"

"Don't 'hey' me! I don't appreciate your being insinuative the least!" Draco pouted and crossed his arms. "Hmph!"

"Oh, bloody hell, Draco!" Harry grimaced. "I didn't mean that we could go all humpin' thumpin'!" Draco glared at him. "-I MEANT we could go snuggle up and cuddle, feel the romantic vibe and that entire mushy package that comes with it." "Entire package?" Draco made a disgusted face.

"How old are you, Harry? Seventeen?" He paced back and forth and rolled his eyes at Harry. "Perhaps you're a bloody adult trapped in the body of a thirteen year old? No? Well then, I'm not either and as far as our ages our concerned, we're not allowed to engage in a sexual relationship yet-why?! Because there are special contraptions, protection for these things-"

"Like a condom?"

Draco made a frustrated sound. He wheeled around to face Harry and was about to slap him in the face again when Harry caught his arm and smothered his lips with kisses.

"Shut up, Draco"

Draco did.

~~~**~~~

Marcus Flint checked his watch for the umpteenth time and sighed in frustration as he paced impatiently back and forth. Oliver was late-for the second night in a row. He nibbled on his lip worriedly and decided to chew at his thumbnail. "God, Oliver, where are you?" Oliver was never like this, he always came first, was always eager to start fast and rough. Marcus leaned his head on the wall.

No way can Filch stop their midnight meeting now. Not when their relationship has gotten so close to the next level, so long, so far.

"Perce, babe! Come back! Perce! Percy!!!!!!"

Marcus' head snapped up. "Oliver?"

Oliver was running after that Weasley head-boy, head sissy (whatever). 

"OLIVER WOOD!!" he bellowed after Oliver who stopped in his tracks all of a sudden while a small blob of red hair wheezed in front of him into the Gryffindor tower.

"Uh-oh.." Oliver glanced briefly at Marcus and Percy chose that moment to stop the hell with his running.

"Flint?" Percy's eyes glazed over momentarily and he stomped angrily toward Flint and bitch-slapped him.

Flint in turn, pushed him to the floor and thus, the fight began. A grey cloud of smoke formed as fists and kicks ensued.

"Don't fight over me, guys." Oliver flashed them a serene smile. "You two could share me if you want to."  The grin broadened. Then faltered.

Wrong move, Wood.

~**~


"Harry..." Draco murmured as he stretched lazily on the sheets of Harry's bed. He reached down with his free hand under the crimson pillows and grasped at something beneath. He pulled his hand out as Harry scurried over to him to plant a gratitious kiss on his little blond head after closing the curtains that surround them and gasped at what he saw.

"Oh, my GOD, Harry!"

Harry looked at him questioningly, irritated. "What is it this time?"

"You collect yaoi manga?"

Harry blushed and shrugged. Draco smiled fondly at Harry and caressed his cheek.

"How'd you know about these things anyway, Drac?" Harry asked afterwards after coping with the initial embarassment that ensued with a moment of silence and snickeing in Draco's part. "I thought they were supposed to be muggle-made, right? How come 'yaoi' is even present in your vocabulary, eh?"

"Aren't we slash as well?" Draco rolled the stack of yaoi manga's and hit Harry's leg with it but Harry quickly averted his attack. ~author snickers~ "And besides, there are yaoi made by japanese witches too, you know." Draco opened a manga randomly, this one entitled 'Boys Next Door' and flipped through it, squinting in the dark. "Harry, don't you think there's far too much blood in here?" He looked up at the taller boy who wrapped his arms around his waist, resting his chin on his shoulderblade. "Who's this prat?"

"That," he pointed at a spectacled boy in the drawings. "Is Adrian Clay. He's the main character, kind of disturbed since when he was a kid he killed his mother. She was a prostitute, you see, and--"

Draco leaned down behind him and felt Harry's warmth comforting. He yawned and Harry half-dragged, half-carried him to lie on the pillows.

"Tell me more Harry," Draco best kept his eyes open and he pulled Harry closer, wrapping his leg around Harry's calf. "I want to hear all of it."

Harry sighed. It was strange to finally find solace in somebody's presence. Eternal prosperity, warmth and affection that the young Malfoy was not aware he emitted. The Draco Malfoy who slept in his arms right then was diffrent from the one he traded insults with since 2 years ago.

Somehow it didn't matter if Sirius Black was on the loose and out to kill him, if Voldemort was waiting any moment now to attack all of Hogwarts, somehow Draco's presence was the only ethereal thing that ever mattered in the screwed, contorted world. "Draco.. I think...I'm.. falling in love with you.."

Draco was asleep.

~**~

"Malfoy!?" Blaise crept into the curtains of Draco Malfoy's four poster and found Draco sleeping soundly. "Malfoy, it's time for breakfast. Get your filthy arse off that bed and get up. It's our turn to clean the dorm today!"

Draco opened the green, velvet curtains to allow sunlight to burn the sleep from Draco's sleepy eyes.

"MALFOY! GET UP!"

Draco groaned, still groggy and he rubbed his eyes momentarily before blinking through the strong light that filtered through his delicated blond lashes."Harry?"

Blaise's eyes narrowed. "Who's Harry? Do you mean Potter?"

Draco blushed and burried his head into his pillow. He was back to his dorm now and was slightly surprised. Harry could never have brought him there for he didn't remember giving any passwords or any of that sort. Then again..

He shut his eyes and smiled to himself. Harry, so full of surprises.

"Malfoy?" Blaise asked softly. "MALFOY!!!!!!!"

Draco cringed and glared at the other occupant of the room. "WHAT?!"

"Are those Gryffindor robes you're wearing?"

tbc…

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