Author's Note: Hey thanks for all the reviews! Knew you guys would like some HP/DM action (frankly so would I), so here it is. Btw, this might be the last installment for a while before the next one because I'm going away for 3 weeks and will only be back mid-Jan next year.

Meantime, please keep the reviews coming! They make me so happy!



Chapter 13: A Different Sort of Sleepover



Harry looked at Draco and scratched his head lightly.

"You saw him?"

"No, I saw Mrs. Norris. Well, her shadow on the wall, anyway." he gasped, still breathless from his run back down the hallway.

"Oh." Harry paused. "You want to stay here, then?" he asked slowly, furrowing his brows.

"Well, it doesn't look like I have any choice, now do I?" Draco said angrily and pushed Harry aside to stride towards the staircase.

Harry looked at him speechless.

"Well, are you coming? I don't exactly have a map to where you sleep." Draco called out impatiently, halfway up the staircase.

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(Gryffindor boys' dorm)

"Well, this is it." Harry said, stopping suddenly before his four-poster bed.

"Oomfph." muffled Draco. He had bumped into Harry's back when he suddenly stopped ahead of him without warning.

The dormitory was completely dark, save for a bit of moonlight seeping in through the windows, and he couldn't really see much of anything.

"Careful." Harry whispered. "Ron's bed is right next to mine." he pointed.

Draco could vaguely make out the outline of a sleeping Ron, only his red hair was visible from beneath the top of the covers. It was a cold night and he had snuggled deep underneath the warmth of his blankets.

Harry undid the front of his robes, let it fall to the floor lazily and stepped out of them. Draco noticed he had on brown cotton pajamas on.

*So Harry Potter.* he thought, as he watched the boy slide into his bed easily.

"Are you going to stare at me all night?" Harry asked, fluffing his pillows for the both of them.

Draco went red, thankful for the poor light.

"I wasn't staring!" he whispered defensively.

He heard Harry snort softly as he stepped out of his own Slytherin robes.

It really was cold.

He had to stop himself from practically leaping into the warm bed, lest Harry think he was overly-anxious to get into bed with him.

The kiss had been enough humiliation for one night.

He slid under the covers next to Harry slowly.

It was soft, and comfortable. Warm, too.

*Really nice.* he thought to himself contentedly as he settled into a comfortable position and got ready to sink into slumber.

Moments passed in silence and just as Draco was about to nod off, Harry spoke up.

He had been feeling sleepy all the way from the Common Room.

Until that is, Draco got into bed with him.

And he suddenly felt wide awake.

Feeling the need for conversation, given his wide-awake state, he said the one thing that popped into his mind.

"Minty."

"I beg your pardon?" Draco mumbled irritably.

"You were very minty. Just now. When you kissed me." Harry stated simply, as if he was commenting on some documentary he had seen on the telly.

Draco groaned. He knew the silence was too good to last.

"Potter, do me a favour and just go to sleep." he whispered, his voice strained.

"Oh. Sorry, did I embarrass you?" Harry asked innocently.

"No! I just don't want to talk about it." he replied and fluffed his pillow angrily and turned his back to Harry, hoping that would discourage any further conversation from the boy.

Silence.

Harry fidgeted, staring at Draco's back.

He bit his lip, then finally not being able to keep quiet any longer, he ventured again.

"Was it your first?" Harry whispered softly, tapping at Draco's back with a finger.

Draco muffled a scream as he turned his face into his pillow, gripping it tightly.

*Torture. He's just doing this to torture me.*

Finally, he turned to face Harry, his normally pale face livid.

"Why? What does it matter?" he whispered angrily.

"Erm, nothing, I was just curious that's all." Harry said nervously, taken aback by Draco's strong reaction to his perfectly innocent question.

"Fine. If I answer, will you promise to shut up and go to sleep?" Draco ventured in exasperation.

"Ok." Harry agreed, nodding eagerly.

"Yes, all right? You were my first. Happy now?" Draco said, his tone clipped and he quickly started to turn back away from Harry.

Pause.

"I thought so." Harry said to himself, smiling a little as he snuggled deeper into his covers and got ready to sleep finally.

Now, Draco couldn't go to sleep.

"What was that?" he demanded accusingly, looking back at Harry.

"Erm, nothing. Go to sleep." Harry mumbled, his eyes closed, but a small smile still playing on his lips.

"Well, I can't now!" Draco huffed angrily, sitting up.

"Tell me what you meant by that, Potter." he said, crossing his arms over his chest, glaring at the boy next to him.

"I -I just meant that you were a little . . .erm, stiff, that's all." he said in a small voice.

Draco had never felt so insulted, infuriated and irritated by one person within such a short period of time.

His blood slowly started to boil, and he had to stop himself from reaching out for his wand and hexing Harry to Mars and back.

"Erm, Draco, are you all right? I didn't mean to upset you." Harry said a little nervously when he noticed that Draco was staying remarkably silent.

Draco fumed.

*So he thinks I can't kiss? I'll show him.* he thought, his eye twitching a little.

Without warning, he swiftly bent over and caught Harry's surprised mouth in his.

He could hear Harry emit a small gasp just before it happened.

He licked Harry's bottom lip expertly and coaxed a tongue inside his open mouth. By Harry's soft moan, it seemed that he was doing a pretty good job of it now.

He felt a small twinge of satisfaction as Harry started to delve deeper into the kiss and began to tentatively move his tongue into Draco's own mouth.

He stopped abruptly and pulled his head back, a self-satisfied smirk on his lips.

"See, Harry? I . . ." he didn't get to finish though, as Harry impatiently gripped the back of his head and pulled him back towards himself.

And kissed him some more.

Draco whimpered.

Harry heard it and suddenly felt like he should be showing Draco a thing or two as well.

So with one quick motion he pushed Draco on his back and was on top of him.

His lips never leaving Draco's, not for a second.

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(Dawn)

Harry opened his eyes, feeling fuzzy and warm all over. He smiled and started to snuggle back under the covers.

And suddenly realised that he wasn't alone.

*Draco.*

He looked at the blonde head still on the white pillow and smiled, as the memory of last night came flooding back. Instinctively he started to lean into Draco's ear and nuzzle into him, wrapping his arms around the lithe body beneath the covers.

Draco moaned and shifted, mumbling something.

"Hmm?" Harry asked softly, kissing his earlobe.

"Not yet. . .Five more minutes." he mumbled sleepily.

"We can stay here all day." Harry said contentedly, closing his eyes.

"Huh?" Draco suddenly opened his eyes wide, remembering where he was.

And more importantly; with who.

He stared at Harry, who was now looking at him sleepily. He was curled up next to him, like a little cat.

Draco hadn't really had a good look at Harry last night.

But now, in the light of day, he could see just how green those eyes really were.

He hadn't put on his glasses yet and for the first time Draco noticed how good looking The-Boy-Who-Lived was.

His raven hair was incredibly messy and his fringe was strewn over his forehead endearingly.

Draco gulped and blinked.

His heart skipped a beat in his chest as he realised that Harry had his arm wrapped around his waist.

"Hi." he said stupidly.

"Hi." Harry grinned and kissed him on the cheek, reveling in the softness of the other boy's skin.

He buried his face in his neck and closed his eyes, drawing him closer in his arms.

"Hmmm. . .You smell really good." Harry mumbled appreciatively and started to kiss his neck, sending shivers down Draco's spine.

Draco started to melt in the embrace and close his eyes again, rubbing Harry's back with his hand.

When suddenly a pair of strong hands grabbed him by his shirt and yanked him roughly out of bed.