Disclaimer: I own nothing in this story except Draco Malfoy. (I wish).
Summary: A Muggle field trip to London? Who thought that idea up?
Author: Fading101
A/N: Ok this is a slash fic, so you're warned. Don't like it. Go. I do not mind, truly. But for those people who like slash. Enjoy. And remember to review. And if u want to flame. Do. I find them deeply amusing. People who read stories they don't like Rolls eyes Dearie me. Constructive criticism is welcomed. I want to be better. But make sure u know what ur talking about, u don't want to make a fool of yourself now. :)
This is dedicated to my friend Ka. Who is addicted to slash fics.
And thank you for all the reviews you've given me. I love you all. You inspire me to write! Thank you
Chapter 2-----day 2
Harry didn't say any thing for the rest of the night. When he got back from speaking to Hermione he just walked straight past Malfoy and climbed into bed. He could sense Malfoy was still awake watching him. Harry tried to ignore it and just go to sleep. But it was difficult. Things were going haywire in his brain. Arrays of things were awakening, things Harry didn't even know existed.
No matter how he looked at it Harry still couldn't get passed the fact that Malfoy, in some warped twisted moment that was never going to be repeated, Malfoy had kissed him. And the worse thing was. Harry half wished that Hermione hadn't interrupted.
Shaking sense into himself he turned around, his eyes closed trying to get to sleep. He heard Malfoy making his way into his own bed. His feelings probably the same as Harry. He doubted whether any of them would get any sleep that night.
On the contrary though both of them had somehow managed to sleep in and miss breakfast. It was an annoyed Ron Weasley who banged on the door. "Harry!" He yelled. "Harry, you in there?" When all there was, was a gurgle from Harry's direction Ron started frantically turning the door handle trying to get in. "Malfoy! What's wrong with you two!"
Harry turned over and stupidly threw his pillow at the door in an attempt to shut Ron up. He was now regretting it, as he had nothing to block the sound away.
"What is it Weasley?" Malfoy drawled.
"You've slept in you've missed breakfast."
"What?" Malfoy yelled horrified. "You've got to be kidding me." Harry heard him jump out of bed and he kicked Harry in the side.
"Ow." Harry muttered into the mattress. "Plonker."
"Get up Potter."
"But I'm tired. We've missed breakfast any way, what's the point?"
Malfoy sat on the side of Harry's bed, and Harry felt cold fingers crawl up his skin.
"Hands! Hands in new places. Get off me." Harry jumped up and got his pillow and threw it at Malfoy.
Malfoy caught it, and threw it back, and Harry put it on the bed before storming off to the bathroom.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Draco went to open the door, and he saw Weasley and Granger standing there. "Are you having an orgy or something?" Weasley asked.
Draco smiled evilly. "Wouldn't you like to know?"
Fear went into the redheads' eyes, and he forced himself into their hotel room, along with Granger.
"And they all want to join the fun!" Draco yelled twirling around.
"Harry!" Granger yelled. There was an unlocking of the bathroom, and Potter appeared with a mouth full of toothpaste.
"Huh?" He grunted foam dripping from his mouth and he had to wipe it from his chin.
Granger shot daggers at Draco who merely laughed. Potter swallowed. "What did you tell them Malfoy?"
"Nothing. They just presumed we were up to something no good."
Rolling his eyes he went back into the bathroom and left Draco all alone with Potter's little friends. After a few minutes of uncomfortable silence Draco sighed. "Could you please go. Only, I want to get dressed, and no matter how much you would love to see me getting changed Weasley I'm not so keen on the idea my self."
"Why you little." Weasley said between gritted teeth Granger holding him back so not to hurt one another. So with a snarl the two 'love birds' left the room and at long last Draco was alone to get changed.
He had just changed his trousers and taken off his pyjama shirt when Potter came out of the bathroom to see Draco somewhat topless.
"Whoa, bad time, bad time." He muttered walking back into the bathroom. "Tell me when you're not semi-naked."
Draco ran up to the bathroom door and prohibited Potter from going in. "Stop being such an annoying brat. So what I have my shirt off. You see, unlike Weasley I trust you to not gawk at me."
"Hey!" Potter objected. "That's my friend."
"That word has no meaning to me."
Potter just slammed the door in Dracos' face. "Okay then." He said under his breath, knowing that Potter wouldn't hear. But a couple of seconds later Potter reappeared.
"Is this about that //thing// that happened last night. That I might add is never going to happen again."
"What thing?" Draco asked pretending that he had forgotten about it. Truth be told he had stayed awake almost the whole night thinking about the predicament that he had. Feeling Potter's lips brush against his own. he had to resist the shiver that almost empowered him. But Draco kept telling himself that this was just stupid adolescent teenage crap and would blow over in a week or two. When they got back to school, next week and continued with their normal schooling Draco would look back at this and laugh. But.
It would probably start all over again when they spent the next summer together.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
"What thing?" Malfoy asked, looking genuinely confused. Harry's heart almost stopped. How had the git have forgotten? How could he have slept knowing what had happened, no matter how briefly. Harry was even angrier with himself when he found out that he cared at what Malfoy thought. He also felt scared.
"Oh //that// thing." Malfoy said in realisation. "Oh, no. Yeah sorry about that, you know, brain not really working, hormones dancing all over the place."
"Oh all right." Harry nodded and quietly closed the door. Safely in the bathroom when Malfoy replaced his shirt Harry leaned on the wall breathing deeply. What was going on? It was nice to see Malfoy with out his shirt on, to see his nicely formed muscles.
In his self-anger Harry put down to toilet seat and sat on it like it was a chair his face in his hands. Like that he sat for at least a minute mulling things in his warped brain. Finally he emerged out if the bathroom and into the bedroom.
"You took your time, I was changed ages ago. Dearie me Potter, what's wrong with //you// today. Oh I know. A bit of PMS."
"Shut up Malfoy." There was something about his lame and stale comeback that was slightly comforting.
"Why don't you do that yourself."
"Huh?" Harry said eyes widening.
"Bad thing to say. Bad thong."
"Thong.?"
"Thing, thing. I meant thing."
Harry nodded. "o.k" he said slowly not really knowing what else to say. "We're going to Covent Garden today. So, to the tube it is."
"Can we stop at a café?"
"Why?"
"I'm starving."
"Trust you Malfoy always thinking with your stomach."
"That's me in a nutshell."
"Really Malfoy? I thought it was 'crush, kill, destroy.'"
"No. It's ' Crush, kill, Destroy, eat.'"
"Cannibal."
"Shut up Potter."
"Gladly." He turned around to look at the blonde to see a dazed look in his eyes. Harry didn't know what to think about it but he was sure that he didn't like it. His silver eyes weren't focusing and they were lingering around Harry lips. Harry being paranoid wiped them with the back of his hand. "What?"
"What?" Malfoy asked. Harry merely stared. "Oh sorry, I was a million miles away wasn't I?"
Harry nodded. "Covent Garden isn't it Harry."
"Harry? Why did you call me Harry?"
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
"Shut up Potter." Draco said.
"Gladly." Potter had turned around and Draco managed to get a proper look at him his new glasses free face and wearing all black gave him a certain eerie look about him that was just so.something about him. Something that Draco didn't really want to admit.
He didn't realise that he was looking at Potters lips, his mind was in a world of his own, thinking up fantasies of him and Potter on that bed. Alone. "What?" Potter asked, wiping his mouth.
"What?" Draco asked dragging himself back. "Oh, sorry, I was a million miles away, wasn't I?" Potter nodded. "Covent Garden isn't it Harry?"
"Harry," Potter asked. "Why did you call me Harry?"
'Oh shit' was what was going through Draco's mind.
"Well, it is your name." Potters face softened.
"But you never call me Harry."
Draco shrugged. "Well I wanted a change, didn't I." He walked forward some more descending down the stairs to the tube station. But he still heard Potter;
"Whatever then. Draco."
The tube ride was long, boring and silent, convocation wise, when they did finally arrive at Covent Garden they had to take a crowed 'lift'-as Harry called it- to the surface. Draco felt very claustrophobic in it, as there were so many people in it. He was never very good with enclosed places since.
But he didn't want to think about that.
Covent Garden, was a strange place, there was no grass or benches, hardly any litter bins. It wasn't a garden at all, and Draco felt very let down. Instead it was more like a plaza, shops street cafes, street entertainers, people laughing. Potter didn't look much at home here either, along with all these muggles closing in on him.
To try and lighten the mood Draco went into a café Potter following. It was then he suddenly remembered that he hadn't had his breakfast. It was strange of him not to remember something so vitally important for his well being and he wondered what had taken his mind away from the rumbling pit that was his stomach. There was only the one thing that could have done it. Harry Potter.
Draco felt a strange sensation creeping up his back but he shook it off before he could dwell on it.
"I guess you're right. I am hungry now." Potter said.
"Good, because I think that I'm going to buy this entire shop." Draco said looking through the window, steaming hot pizzas, sandwiches, nice cold 'Koka Kola.' Or whatever Potter said it was, Draco didn't care, he just found that he had the sudden urge to drink it.
Potter shook his head disgustingly as he walked in and got a table by the window, after buying them a couple of small pizzas. "Is this it?" Malfoy asked, picking up a slice and letting it drop limply on the plate
"I figured that perhaps we could eat this now and get some thing a bit later." Draco just stared at Potter intensely, marvelling at how gorgeous he looked in the natural light. Seeing a stream of sunlight shine on the left-hand side of his face, trying to eat the slice that he had himself picked up as elegantly as possible so not to get any tomato on his shirt.
Draco's breath quickened and he bit his lip leaning forward slightly in nerves and to prevent something else from happening.
This was not going to end well.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Harry took a bite. He knew that Malfoy was looking at him in the strangest way every now and then he would risk a glance up to see Malfoy with a bitten lip and leaning forward.
"You look as though you need to go to the toilet Malfoy."
"What? Oh.yes. Toilet, what a good idea, I'll go there then." And then he got up and practically ran all the way to the other side of the building. Harry shrugged and carried on eating.
He noticed that Malfoy hadn't even started eating his pizza.
"Shut it Potter."
Harry carried on laughing. "Why, it's just so funny. 'Danger!'" Harry mimicked, Malfoy did not find this amusing. Harry would not let it down easily. Just walking past the market there had been music playing, the theme from 'Rocky'. And then some guy, who looked as if he should be in an asylum, had jumped out from no where and screamed "Danger."
Malfoy had screamed, his mind had obviously been else where, Harry guessed that the blonde was extremely embarrassed by it. And that was why Harry would never let it down, in fact five minutes later he was still laughing.
"Will you shut up!" Malfoy grabbed Harry's shoulder and pinned him against the nearest wall.
"Ow."
Malfoy, growled, he actually growled, like a tiger. Normally it would have scared him but for some strange reason Harry wasn't in fact he was. Harry couldn't think of the right word but he did have to resist a shiver that threatened to engulf him. Malfoy was close, very close. Harry could see grey swirling round his eyes, almost silver, it was hypnotic, and he found he couldn't look away.
"I." but it wasn't Harry who was unarticulated, it was Malfoy. Slowly he let Harry go and took a couple of steps back. "Sorry," He mumbled. "You were looking for a book."
Harry brushed his shoulder and nodded. "Yeah I was."
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Potter went on in front when Draco stumbled along behind breathing deeply. He wanted him, he wanted Potter. How could have failed to realise how drop dead gorgeous he had been, they had known each other for almost five years and he had just realised it. Draco tried to kick himself in the back of his left leg with his right foot. But this failed and he only ended up almost falling flat on his face. Just like the street entertainer Potter found this very amusing.
"Shut up. What book were you looking for?"
Harry shrugged. "Dunno, just fancy reading something. I hear from Hermione that the Discworld books by Terry Prattchet are good. So I might get one of them."
Draco nodded slowly and they walked into the bookshop. In there were Dean Thomas and Seamus Finnegan, who giggled like a couple of teenage girls when he and potter walked in. Draco kept staring at them even before the two other boys looked away.
"What's their problem?" Potter asked.
"I don't know." Draco told him slowly, continuing staring at him, even while Potter brought his book. There was something definitely wrong with those two.
After lunch they just walked around the stalls, Draco brought him and Potter a couple of baseball caps, to hide Potters scar and Draco's hair. He was getting annoyed all of these muggles staring at him, they all probably thought he was captain peroxide, which he wasn't. He was very blonde but it wasn't his fault.
To add to annoyance it wasn't only the muggles who were staring at him. Potter was as well. But Draco was beginning to like the intense stare the other boy was giving him; it gave him shivers up his spine, and made him warm all over.
That night Draco couldn't sleep. The January cold was prohibiting him in doing so he just starred at Potter, who looked all snug and warm smiling in his sleep. So cautiously as not to wake him, Draco crept over to Potter's bed and crawled in beside him. it was with a stifled yawn did Draco think to himself. "I'll wake up before he does, he doen't even need to know I'm here." So Draco snuggled down next to Potter and fell into a blissful sleep.
End of chapter 2
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Summary: A Muggle field trip to London? Who thought that idea up?
Author: Fading101
A/N: Ok this is a slash fic, so you're warned. Don't like it. Go. I do not mind, truly. But for those people who like slash. Enjoy. And remember to review. And if u want to flame. Do. I find them deeply amusing. People who read stories they don't like Rolls eyes Dearie me. Constructive criticism is welcomed. I want to be better. But make sure u know what ur talking about, u don't want to make a fool of yourself now. :)
This is dedicated to my friend Ka. Who is addicted to slash fics.
And thank you for all the reviews you've given me. I love you all. You inspire me to write! Thank you
Chapter 2-----day 2
Harry didn't say any thing for the rest of the night. When he got back from speaking to Hermione he just walked straight past Malfoy and climbed into bed. He could sense Malfoy was still awake watching him. Harry tried to ignore it and just go to sleep. But it was difficult. Things were going haywire in his brain. Arrays of things were awakening, things Harry didn't even know existed.
No matter how he looked at it Harry still couldn't get passed the fact that Malfoy, in some warped twisted moment that was never going to be repeated, Malfoy had kissed him. And the worse thing was. Harry half wished that Hermione hadn't interrupted.
Shaking sense into himself he turned around, his eyes closed trying to get to sleep. He heard Malfoy making his way into his own bed. His feelings probably the same as Harry. He doubted whether any of them would get any sleep that night.
On the contrary though both of them had somehow managed to sleep in and miss breakfast. It was an annoyed Ron Weasley who banged on the door. "Harry!" He yelled. "Harry, you in there?" When all there was, was a gurgle from Harry's direction Ron started frantically turning the door handle trying to get in. "Malfoy! What's wrong with you two!"
Harry turned over and stupidly threw his pillow at the door in an attempt to shut Ron up. He was now regretting it, as he had nothing to block the sound away.
"What is it Weasley?" Malfoy drawled.
"You've slept in you've missed breakfast."
"What?" Malfoy yelled horrified. "You've got to be kidding me." Harry heard him jump out of bed and he kicked Harry in the side.
"Ow." Harry muttered into the mattress. "Plonker."
"Get up Potter."
"But I'm tired. We've missed breakfast any way, what's the point?"
Malfoy sat on the side of Harry's bed, and Harry felt cold fingers crawl up his skin.
"Hands! Hands in new places. Get off me." Harry jumped up and got his pillow and threw it at Malfoy.
Malfoy caught it, and threw it back, and Harry put it on the bed before storming off to the bathroom.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Draco went to open the door, and he saw Weasley and Granger standing there. "Are you having an orgy or something?" Weasley asked.
Draco smiled evilly. "Wouldn't you like to know?"
Fear went into the redheads' eyes, and he forced himself into their hotel room, along with Granger.
"And they all want to join the fun!" Draco yelled twirling around.
"Harry!" Granger yelled. There was an unlocking of the bathroom, and Potter appeared with a mouth full of toothpaste.
"Huh?" He grunted foam dripping from his mouth and he had to wipe it from his chin.
Granger shot daggers at Draco who merely laughed. Potter swallowed. "What did you tell them Malfoy?"
"Nothing. They just presumed we were up to something no good."
Rolling his eyes he went back into the bathroom and left Draco all alone with Potter's little friends. After a few minutes of uncomfortable silence Draco sighed. "Could you please go. Only, I want to get dressed, and no matter how much you would love to see me getting changed Weasley I'm not so keen on the idea my self."
"Why you little." Weasley said between gritted teeth Granger holding him back so not to hurt one another. So with a snarl the two 'love birds' left the room and at long last Draco was alone to get changed.
He had just changed his trousers and taken off his pyjama shirt when Potter came out of the bathroom to see Draco somewhat topless.
"Whoa, bad time, bad time." He muttered walking back into the bathroom. "Tell me when you're not semi-naked."
Draco ran up to the bathroom door and prohibited Potter from going in. "Stop being such an annoying brat. So what I have my shirt off. You see, unlike Weasley I trust you to not gawk at me."
"Hey!" Potter objected. "That's my friend."
"That word has no meaning to me."
Potter just slammed the door in Dracos' face. "Okay then." He said under his breath, knowing that Potter wouldn't hear. But a couple of seconds later Potter reappeared.
"Is this about that //thing// that happened last night. That I might add is never going to happen again."
"What thing?" Draco asked pretending that he had forgotten about it. Truth be told he had stayed awake almost the whole night thinking about the predicament that he had. Feeling Potter's lips brush against his own. he had to resist the shiver that almost empowered him. But Draco kept telling himself that this was just stupid adolescent teenage crap and would blow over in a week or two. When they got back to school, next week and continued with their normal schooling Draco would look back at this and laugh. But.
It would probably start all over again when they spent the next summer together.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
"What thing?" Malfoy asked, looking genuinely confused. Harry's heart almost stopped. How had the git have forgotten? How could he have slept knowing what had happened, no matter how briefly. Harry was even angrier with himself when he found out that he cared at what Malfoy thought. He also felt scared.
"Oh //that// thing." Malfoy said in realisation. "Oh, no. Yeah sorry about that, you know, brain not really working, hormones dancing all over the place."
"Oh all right." Harry nodded and quietly closed the door. Safely in the bathroom when Malfoy replaced his shirt Harry leaned on the wall breathing deeply. What was going on? It was nice to see Malfoy with out his shirt on, to see his nicely formed muscles.
In his self-anger Harry put down to toilet seat and sat on it like it was a chair his face in his hands. Like that he sat for at least a minute mulling things in his warped brain. Finally he emerged out if the bathroom and into the bedroom.
"You took your time, I was changed ages ago. Dearie me Potter, what's wrong with //you// today. Oh I know. A bit of PMS."
"Shut up Malfoy." There was something about his lame and stale comeback that was slightly comforting.
"Why don't you do that yourself."
"Huh?" Harry said eyes widening.
"Bad thing to say. Bad thong."
"Thong.?"
"Thing, thing. I meant thing."
Harry nodded. "o.k" he said slowly not really knowing what else to say. "We're going to Covent Garden today. So, to the tube it is."
"Can we stop at a café?"
"Why?"
"I'm starving."
"Trust you Malfoy always thinking with your stomach."
"That's me in a nutshell."
"Really Malfoy? I thought it was 'crush, kill, destroy.'"
"No. It's ' Crush, kill, Destroy, eat.'"
"Cannibal."
"Shut up Potter."
"Gladly." He turned around to look at the blonde to see a dazed look in his eyes. Harry didn't know what to think about it but he was sure that he didn't like it. His silver eyes weren't focusing and they were lingering around Harry lips. Harry being paranoid wiped them with the back of his hand. "What?"
"What?" Malfoy asked. Harry merely stared. "Oh sorry, I was a million miles away wasn't I?"
Harry nodded. "Covent Garden isn't it Harry."
"Harry? Why did you call me Harry?"
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
"Shut up Potter." Draco said.
"Gladly." Potter had turned around and Draco managed to get a proper look at him his new glasses free face and wearing all black gave him a certain eerie look about him that was just so.something about him. Something that Draco didn't really want to admit.
He didn't realise that he was looking at Potters lips, his mind was in a world of his own, thinking up fantasies of him and Potter on that bed. Alone. "What?" Potter asked, wiping his mouth.
"What?" Draco asked dragging himself back. "Oh, sorry, I was a million miles away, wasn't I?" Potter nodded. "Covent Garden isn't it Harry?"
"Harry," Potter asked. "Why did you call me Harry?"
'Oh shit' was what was going through Draco's mind.
"Well, it is your name." Potters face softened.
"But you never call me Harry."
Draco shrugged. "Well I wanted a change, didn't I." He walked forward some more descending down the stairs to the tube station. But he still heard Potter;
"Whatever then. Draco."
The tube ride was long, boring and silent, convocation wise, when they did finally arrive at Covent Garden they had to take a crowed 'lift'-as Harry called it- to the surface. Draco felt very claustrophobic in it, as there were so many people in it. He was never very good with enclosed places since.
But he didn't want to think about that.
Covent Garden, was a strange place, there was no grass or benches, hardly any litter bins. It wasn't a garden at all, and Draco felt very let down. Instead it was more like a plaza, shops street cafes, street entertainers, people laughing. Potter didn't look much at home here either, along with all these muggles closing in on him.
To try and lighten the mood Draco went into a café Potter following. It was then he suddenly remembered that he hadn't had his breakfast. It was strange of him not to remember something so vitally important for his well being and he wondered what had taken his mind away from the rumbling pit that was his stomach. There was only the one thing that could have done it. Harry Potter.
Draco felt a strange sensation creeping up his back but he shook it off before he could dwell on it.
"I guess you're right. I am hungry now." Potter said.
"Good, because I think that I'm going to buy this entire shop." Draco said looking through the window, steaming hot pizzas, sandwiches, nice cold 'Koka Kola.' Or whatever Potter said it was, Draco didn't care, he just found that he had the sudden urge to drink it.
Potter shook his head disgustingly as he walked in and got a table by the window, after buying them a couple of small pizzas. "Is this it?" Malfoy asked, picking up a slice and letting it drop limply on the plate
"I figured that perhaps we could eat this now and get some thing a bit later." Draco just stared at Potter intensely, marvelling at how gorgeous he looked in the natural light. Seeing a stream of sunlight shine on the left-hand side of his face, trying to eat the slice that he had himself picked up as elegantly as possible so not to get any tomato on his shirt.
Draco's breath quickened and he bit his lip leaning forward slightly in nerves and to prevent something else from happening.
This was not going to end well.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Harry took a bite. He knew that Malfoy was looking at him in the strangest way every now and then he would risk a glance up to see Malfoy with a bitten lip and leaning forward.
"You look as though you need to go to the toilet Malfoy."
"What? Oh.yes. Toilet, what a good idea, I'll go there then." And then he got up and practically ran all the way to the other side of the building. Harry shrugged and carried on eating.
He noticed that Malfoy hadn't even started eating his pizza.
"Shut it Potter."
Harry carried on laughing. "Why, it's just so funny. 'Danger!'" Harry mimicked, Malfoy did not find this amusing. Harry would not let it down easily. Just walking past the market there had been music playing, the theme from 'Rocky'. And then some guy, who looked as if he should be in an asylum, had jumped out from no where and screamed "Danger."
Malfoy had screamed, his mind had obviously been else where, Harry guessed that the blonde was extremely embarrassed by it. And that was why Harry would never let it down, in fact five minutes later he was still laughing.
"Will you shut up!" Malfoy grabbed Harry's shoulder and pinned him against the nearest wall.
"Ow."
Malfoy, growled, he actually growled, like a tiger. Normally it would have scared him but for some strange reason Harry wasn't in fact he was. Harry couldn't think of the right word but he did have to resist a shiver that threatened to engulf him. Malfoy was close, very close. Harry could see grey swirling round his eyes, almost silver, it was hypnotic, and he found he couldn't look away.
"I." but it wasn't Harry who was unarticulated, it was Malfoy. Slowly he let Harry go and took a couple of steps back. "Sorry," He mumbled. "You were looking for a book."
Harry brushed his shoulder and nodded. "Yeah I was."
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Potter went on in front when Draco stumbled along behind breathing deeply. He wanted him, he wanted Potter. How could have failed to realise how drop dead gorgeous he had been, they had known each other for almost five years and he had just realised it. Draco tried to kick himself in the back of his left leg with his right foot. But this failed and he only ended up almost falling flat on his face. Just like the street entertainer Potter found this very amusing.
"Shut up. What book were you looking for?"
Harry shrugged. "Dunno, just fancy reading something. I hear from Hermione that the Discworld books by Terry Prattchet are good. So I might get one of them."
Draco nodded slowly and they walked into the bookshop. In there were Dean Thomas and Seamus Finnegan, who giggled like a couple of teenage girls when he and potter walked in. Draco kept staring at them even before the two other boys looked away.
"What's their problem?" Potter asked.
"I don't know." Draco told him slowly, continuing staring at him, even while Potter brought his book. There was something definitely wrong with those two.
After lunch they just walked around the stalls, Draco brought him and Potter a couple of baseball caps, to hide Potters scar and Draco's hair. He was getting annoyed all of these muggles staring at him, they all probably thought he was captain peroxide, which he wasn't. He was very blonde but it wasn't his fault.
To add to annoyance it wasn't only the muggles who were staring at him. Potter was as well. But Draco was beginning to like the intense stare the other boy was giving him; it gave him shivers up his spine, and made him warm all over.
That night Draco couldn't sleep. The January cold was prohibiting him in doing so he just starred at Potter, who looked all snug and warm smiling in his sleep. So cautiously as not to wake him, Draco crept over to Potter's bed and crawled in beside him. it was with a stifled yawn did Draco think to himself. "I'll wake up before he does, he doen't even need to know I'm here." So Draco snuggled down next to Potter and fell into a blissful sleep.
End of chapter 2
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