Snake Fang

by M.L.

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Disclaimer:

Phone: (Ringg RING)

Loser: *Picks up phone* Uh.......................................................................... ................................................who the hell are you? Oh wait..no I don't own anything. Promise. Swear to god.NO! PLEASE DON'T SHOOT MY DOG! I DON'T OWN HARRY POTTER! For shizzle. Okay? We're cool now? Yeah...Bye. *hangs up*

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Draco pulled out emerald green night clothes and handed them to Harry. Turning for the door Draco left to leave when Harry called him back.

"No..please.. don't leave.." he mumbled.

"But you have to change." Draco said over his shoulder.

"I'd feel safer if you stayed." Harry mumbled, grabbing Dracos hand. The thought of being alone frightened Harry, and although one of his roommate was sure to be back soon, he knew he couldn't fall asleep if he didn't feel safe, and he couldn't feel safe without Draco.

"Are you sure about that, Harry?" Draco asked, looking at the tired, and harrassed looking Gryfndor.

Harry nodded, "But...but face the wall when I change." he muttered, blushing.

"I'll be the perfect gentleman!" Draco smirked, turning towards a wall as Harry changed clothes. Harry pulled a shirt over his head, then the baggy pants over his boxers and told Draco it was okay to turn around.

Draco turned and smilled at Harry. He looked almost child-like, standing next to his bed, dressed in his green pajamas. He smirked, and raised a thin blonde brow.

"Do you want me to leave while you sleep, or stay here?"

"Please...stay."

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Draco was seated next to Harrys bed. Harry had fallen asleep moments ago, and Draco could not find it in his cold and frozen heart to leave him. After all, even Malfoy's have an honor code, and when they pledge themselves to a task, or person, they never give up. Draco chewed his bottom lip, struggling with two sides of his self. Part of him wanted to lay in the bed with the raven haired boy, but the other half thought he'd be forcing himself on Harry. Afterall Harry was just raped, and he might wake up and confuse Draco for Riddle, or worse, just hex Draco because he was sleeping with him.

'After all...he doesn't love me.' Draco told himself. He felt tears sting his eyes. 'He probally never will.' Still, to spend one night with Harry would be worth any punishment that his roommates, or Harry himself unleashed upon him. Draco climbed in the bed with Harry, wrapping an arm delicatley around Harry's waist, pulling the boy close to him.

He rested his head against Harry's and brushed his lips agaisnt the ebony boy's hair, breathing in his scent lovingly. He closed his eyes, feeling Harry's warmth against his body.

'This must be what Heaven feels like..'

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TBC

--Sorry its so short-----

--it was still cute, no?----

---the next chapter will be extremly sweet---

---me promise---