Chapter 15: Showers
**Special thanks to: THE DOMZ IN DADOMZ**
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Harry had been thinking about it all night. All night he watched Draco sleep peacefully. Did he love Draco? Did Draco love him? Well according to Dumbledore he did very much, otherwise Draco would be soulless by now. For the first time in his life Harry was scared, what if I declare my love to Draco and he ignores me? Or what if he doesn't, what will happen? The little experience he had was with women, what would happen if they had something? Was he ready to 'give' himself to Draco? And was Draco's first time with a woman or a man? Would Draco rush him into something he wasn't ready for?
So many questions with no answer, it was driving Harry crazy.
*
When Harry woke up it was already 12 o'clock, surprised he's fallen asleep after all.
Harry yawned and looked around for Draco, but he wasn't in his room. So Harry stepped out of the bed and walked to the bathroom.
He opened the door, curious about what Draco was doing. He heard water falling in the shower and saw Draco was standing underneath it. He smirked to himself and decided to give Draco a little visit.
But his smirk disappeared when he heard soft sobs coming from the boy standing in the shower. Draco crying? What could possibly have happened? It must be terrible, if it made Draco cry...
Still in his pyjamas he walked to the shower and opened the shower door. The naked Draco turned around and tried to hide his face, he didn't want Harry to see he had been crying like a baby.
Crying was something weak people did.
Harry stepped in the small shower, turned him around and softly grabbed Draco's chin, searching for Draco's eyes that didn't want to be found.
"Draco, look at me." Harry commanded after a few seconds of searching. His pyjamas were soaked and he could barely see through his glasses. But he didn't seem to notice.
Draco still didn't look him in the eye instead he muttered "Go away."
"I will not go away until you tell me what the problem is." Harry said, finally noticing that his pyjamas were wet, he took the top off.
"Figure it out yourself." Draco said, pushing him out of the shower as soon as he was finished taking the green silk top of.
"Did I do something wrong?" Harry asked, confused. Draco ignoring him like that was killing him. He's never done that before. What was wrong? Was it his fault? Because if it was something he had done, he would do anything to make it up to Draco. Seeing Draco crying wasn't only rare, but it was breaking his heart too. He couldn't stand the sight of it and became really desperate when Draco didn't answer his question. Instead Draco closed the shower door right in front of his face. So it was him mall along, him who did something wrong.
"What did I do, Draco? Please don't do this to me. Let me in and tell me what I did wrong." Harry practically begged.
"You hate me." Draco whispered softly, barely understandable for Harry.
"I do not Hate you! Where did you get that idea?" Harry yelled, opening the shower door again.
"But you don't love me either!" Draco yelled back right into his face.
"I..." Harry didn't know what to say, he wasn't sure about that yet. And he didn't want to lie about something as important as Love. "I do care about you Draco."
Draco sighed "I knew it, that's why you went back to your own bed. You don't love me and You don't trust me." Pointing his finger somewhat angrily towards Harry.
"I didn't want to go! trust me, I wanted to stay there forever. But Dumbledore came in and told me to go." Harry said trying to make Draco understand. "And you know as well as I do that there's a reason for that! If you say you have no thoughts about killing me, I'll trust you."
Draco went through his hair, blinking tears away from his eyes. "Do you know how hard it is to suppress those thoughts? I don't know why they keep coming up, but they do! Do you know how hard it is? It tears me apart every hour of the day. My thoughts are constantly battling against each other. So are my feelings. There is the feeling of love and the feeling of hate. Love wins for now, but the thought of what I might do to you when Hate wins is destroying me. I can't even trust myself! It's horrible Harry! I haven't been able to sleep, look at me I'm a complete mess. And I'm a danger to everyone, why don't kill me right away!" By the time Draco was finished, tears were running over Draco's cheeks. Out of frustration, anger and sadness.
Harry couldn't say anything. He never knew how hard it was on Draco. How could he have been so selfish? Draco was going through hell and he was only thinking about his own feelings!
The only thing Harry could do was pull Draco against him and sliding his arms around the boy's waist. Pulling Draco's body against him tightly. Draco buried his head in Harry's neck, breathing heavily against Harry's skin. "I'm sorry...I'm so sorry" Harry managed to whisper against Draco's neck. "I had no idea it was so hard on you, I wish you told me this sooner. I want to help. I'm so sorry that I've been so selfish not to ask your feelings."
Draco felt a shiver run through his spine, feeling the warm breath of Harry in his neck. The tight embrace was full of love and tenderness. No one ever said something that nice to him accept maybe Harry himself. It reminded him why he loved the boy so much. Harry was so caring, helpful and sweet. The opposite of the people he grew up with. His mother never gave him a hug. Draco had always thought he was like poison to her, or a terrible decease where you should keep away from, never thought it. And his father only cared about his heir. Not Draco himself. A worthy heir, who had to become as bitter, cold and evil like him. He used to hate the thought of being like that. But the last couple of days a half of him kind of liked the thought. Knowing from himself that he liked the thought, or a part of him liked it, made him feel so disgusted about himself.
"You must be exhausted, if you weren't able to sleep... But what about yesterday, when I went back to my own bed you were fast asleep." Harry said after a few minutes, thinking of last night and how peaceful Draco had looked.
"I could only sleep because you were so close to me. Why did you think I dragged you to my bed? I was so tired and I found out being close to helped to suppress those thoughts. But a few minutes after you left I woke up again, you were changing into your pyjamas I think. You weren't even in your own bed." Draco explained, releasing Harry from his hug. "I thought you were sleeping in your own bed, because you didn't love me. And because of the lack of sleep and the thought of you not loving me... Well I couldn't take it anymore and began to cry. Hoping you wouldn't find out." He muttered the last part, slightly flushed in embarrassment.
"Well I think it's good I found out." Harry smiled weakly towards Draco. "Because now I'm not going to leave you alone for one single second."
"Thank you." Draco smiled back, blushing now in stead of flushing, because he was still standing without clothes on, with the warm water still running.
Harry laughed and kissed Draco on his cheek "You're so sweet when you're blushing. Come on."
Harry walked out of the shower and grabbed two big towels, giving one to Draco. After drying themselves, Draco could barely keep his eyes open. Harry who noticed said
"You need some sleep. Come with me." taking Draco's hand.
Draco only nodded and followed him towards his side of the room. Harry opened Draco's wardrobe and grabbed two clean pair of boxers.
"You don't mind, do you?" He asked Draco insecure, putting on Draco's boxers "I'll buy you a new pair if you want, but I don't really feel like walking to my own wardrobe and leaving you alone again."
Draco smirked, putting on his own. "Of course not, Pottie. Now that you've had them on, you've actually made them my new favourite pair." He said, pointing to Harry's(well actually Draco's) boxers.
Harry smiled back and guided him to his bed and opened the bed for him and let Draco in first. After that he got in next to Draco. Who quickly wrapped his arms around Harry, letting his head rest on Harry's chest. And one leg on Harry's leg. Making Harry his.
"I'm so tired." Draco sighed before yawning.
"Shh..." Harry whispered, caressing Draco's soft and not completely dry hair. He combed it a bit with his fingers, because it was still messy and uncombed. Draco turned his head a bit and gave a soft kiss on Harry's hand.
After that it took only a few seconds before Draco was fast asleep. Harry caressing his hair, shoulders and back with his fingernails. And planted a kiss on Draco's forehead "Sleep, my baby" He couldn't help saying.
*
Harry woke up, noticing he must have been sleeping as well.
He looked at Draco seeing he was still sleeping against him. It felt so nice to have Draco's body wrapped around him protectively, or was it because he didn't want him to leave again? Well either way, he loved it.
Draco moved in his sleep, now lying a bit higher. With his head buried in Harry's neck, instead of lying upon his chest. Draco was now lying half on top of him and Harry had to suppress a laugh feeling Draco's breath tickling his skin.
He began to caress Draco's back again and wondered how long they'd slept. He felt that he'd slept a day or so, he wasn't feeling tired and was somehow filled with energy.
Suddenly he saw a tiny piece of parchment on the unoccupied pillow next to him and grabbed it. Careful not to wake Draco. He opened it and recognised the handwriting of professor Dumbledore.
It said:
Harry,
I thought I made clear that Draco would not be able to control his thoughts and actions during his sleep. I see now that you trusted Draco enough to sleep next to him. This will mean a lot to him, but I want you to be careful.
You weren't completely asleep when I arrived here and I couldn't help myself. Seeing in what kind of conditions you and Draco were. You will understand when I tell you that by the time you read this note, you've slept a day, what I did to you and Draco.
I must say I'm amazed of the progress you two have been making. And think you will soon find out what will cure Draco completely.
Dumbledore. *
Harry smiled, typical... Dumbledore making them sleep for so long. Hopefully Dumbledore wasn't angry about him not listening.
Harry felt his arms was sleeping because of Draco lying on it for so long. But he couldn't even think of waking the beauty up.
Suddenly he heard someone knocking on the door on the opposite of the room. He couldn't stand up. So he whispered "Who is it" Hoping the person would hear it.
"Harry?" He heard the voice of Ron before the door opened.
Ron was alone this time, blushing when he saw where Harry was. But Harry signed him to come over and be quiet.
Ron closed the door behind him and carefully walked through the 'wall'. "Hay." Ron whispered still blushing.
Harry smiled. "It's not what you think, really! I had to help Draco sleep."
Ron snorted "That is the best excuse I've ever heard, need to remember that one."
Harry rolled his eyes and whispered "Keep it down, I'm telling the truth. Draco here can't sleep because of the 'towel-thing'. There are constant battles going on in his head and it's driving him crazy. He found out that when he was with me he was able to suppress evil thought and was able to sleep properly for a time."
Ron nodded, to make clear he understands Harry's explanation.
"So, why are you here?" Harry asked, curiously.
"Well I thought you might use some boy-talk. And there are some things I want to tell you." Ron said.
Harry frowned a bit "Good news or bad news."
"Well I've some of both." Ron smiled a bit uncomfortable. "What would you like to hear first?"
"The bad." Harry sighed.
"Well, Hermione isn't in love with you anymore." Ron said, looking away from Harry.
Harry sighed again, this time in relief. "Well that's good! Didn't want her to love me when I could never give her that kind of love in return. What's the good news."
"She's in love with me now." Ron smiled.
Harry's eyes widened and he laughed a bit, trying to stay quiet. "Finally! You know that took way too long!"
"Well, I'm happy you're taking it so well. Hermione didn't want to tell you, she thought you were to busy worrying about other things. But I just couldn't keep my mouth shut about this." Ron smiled happily. "So how are things here?"
"Well, they're getting better." Harry responded.
"Need any boytalk?" Ron asked, a bit insecure.
"'Bout what?" Harry tried to look surprised and innocent but failed miserably.
"Harry, those sounds you were making in that tub weren't just because you were nervous about Hermione finding out or something like that." Ron said rolling with his eyes. "Although I personally find it disgusting to think about, I have to ask. Did you guys... do anything or planning..."
Harry blushed not replying to Ron immediately.
"Harry..." Ron said impatiently.
"Well" Harry whispered even softer. "Nothing really happened in the tub, Draco was just teasing me a bit, by kissing my legs and belly."
"And...."
"And what?" Harry asked this time succeeding to look innocent.
"You haven't answered my second question, Is anything going to happen. Are you planning to let something happen?" Ron asked, sitting on the chair next to the bed.
"I don't really know, you know." Harry whispered. "Draco didn't try anything on me since the 'bathtub-thing'. So I don't really know what he wants. For all I know he was only playing around then and doesn't even want something to happen. Now that he has a different point of view."
"And you, what do you want?" Ron asked.
"Me? I'm not sure if I'm ready, you know. I never did anything with a boy, always presuming I was straight, I only have experience with girls. What if I make a fool of myself? I don't know how much experience Draco has with boys or girls." Harry explained.
"So...Let me get this straight.. eh... right, you do want to but you're scared." Ron asked, smiling.
"Basically... Yes. Sometimes I can't help myself wondering how it would be, you know. I'm imagining all kinds of stuff. Like what I would do... And sometimes I feel this longing of touching Draco and holding him in my arms, kissing him and-"
"Okey I get the point." Ron interrupted Harry "You don't need to go there."
Harry laughed softly "Sorry."
"If I were you, I'd talk about it with Draco. Or just do something, give him a hint. But ehm... he isn't cured yet, is he? So are you sure you don't want to wait? What if he can't remember when he's cured? And is it safe?" Ron asked.
"I never thought about that..." Harry said, realising that if he would lose his memory, just like he wasn't able to remember the first week of school, he wouldn't remember their first time.
"Ask Dumbledore." Ron said.
"Good idea." Harry smiled. "Would you give me a piece of parchment and a quill, they're on my desk. I sure hope he does remember, don't know if I could resist..."
Ron rolled his eyes and got up to get the parchment and the quill.
He got back giving them to Harry. "Thanks."
Harry wrote the letter quickly:
*
Proffessor Dumbledore, I have a question: Will Draco remember the time he was under the potion, when he is cured? I hope you reply me as soon as possible,
Harry
*
"Give it to Hedwig, she just got back." Harry said to Ron, giving him the letter. "And tell her to hurry up."
Ron smiled and putted the letter on Hedwig's leg "Speaking of hurry... I have to hurry myself. Hermione's waiting for me. Don't forget to owl me when you need to talk to me."
"I wont. Thanks for stopping by and I'm really happy for you and Hermione!" Harry said, watching Hedwig fly out of the window and Ron walking towards the door. "Come and visit me soon."
"I will, bye Harry." Ron said, closing the door behind him.
Harry was alone with Draco again. Happily he pressed his cheek against Draco's head. He was actually glad Ron stopped by, he was very lucky to have such a friend.
Harry waited impatiently for Hedwig to come back and Draco to wake up. After a few minutes Hedwig flew in the room again, landing on the bed on the other side of Draco.
"Hey." Harry greeted Hedwig by stroking her head a few times. He took the letter from her leg with one hand, before she flew away again. And read the very short letter.
*
Harry,
Draco will remember everything. I'm sure about that.
I'll come to visit soon,
Dumbledore
*
Harry sighed in relief. "You'll remember" He whispered to the still sleeping Draco...
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Hey! Sorry couldn't help myself, Ron and Hermione HAD TO GET TOGETHER!!! Next chapter: Draco is a bad boy, he's being Naughty! REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW! Hugs, Cherish
**Special thanks to: THE DOMZ IN DADOMZ**
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Harry had been thinking about it all night. All night he watched Draco sleep peacefully. Did he love Draco? Did Draco love him? Well according to Dumbledore he did very much, otherwise Draco would be soulless by now. For the first time in his life Harry was scared, what if I declare my love to Draco and he ignores me? Or what if he doesn't, what will happen? The little experience he had was with women, what would happen if they had something? Was he ready to 'give' himself to Draco? And was Draco's first time with a woman or a man? Would Draco rush him into something he wasn't ready for?
So many questions with no answer, it was driving Harry crazy.
*
When Harry woke up it was already 12 o'clock, surprised he's fallen asleep after all.
Harry yawned and looked around for Draco, but he wasn't in his room. So Harry stepped out of the bed and walked to the bathroom.
He opened the door, curious about what Draco was doing. He heard water falling in the shower and saw Draco was standing underneath it. He smirked to himself and decided to give Draco a little visit.
But his smirk disappeared when he heard soft sobs coming from the boy standing in the shower. Draco crying? What could possibly have happened? It must be terrible, if it made Draco cry...
Still in his pyjamas he walked to the shower and opened the shower door. The naked Draco turned around and tried to hide his face, he didn't want Harry to see he had been crying like a baby.
Crying was something weak people did.
Harry stepped in the small shower, turned him around and softly grabbed Draco's chin, searching for Draco's eyes that didn't want to be found.
"Draco, look at me." Harry commanded after a few seconds of searching. His pyjamas were soaked and he could barely see through his glasses. But he didn't seem to notice.
Draco still didn't look him in the eye instead he muttered "Go away."
"I will not go away until you tell me what the problem is." Harry said, finally noticing that his pyjamas were wet, he took the top off.
"Figure it out yourself." Draco said, pushing him out of the shower as soon as he was finished taking the green silk top of.
"Did I do something wrong?" Harry asked, confused. Draco ignoring him like that was killing him. He's never done that before. What was wrong? Was it his fault? Because if it was something he had done, he would do anything to make it up to Draco. Seeing Draco crying wasn't only rare, but it was breaking his heart too. He couldn't stand the sight of it and became really desperate when Draco didn't answer his question. Instead Draco closed the shower door right in front of his face. So it was him mall along, him who did something wrong.
"What did I do, Draco? Please don't do this to me. Let me in and tell me what I did wrong." Harry practically begged.
"You hate me." Draco whispered softly, barely understandable for Harry.
"I do not Hate you! Where did you get that idea?" Harry yelled, opening the shower door again.
"But you don't love me either!" Draco yelled back right into his face.
"I..." Harry didn't know what to say, he wasn't sure about that yet. And he didn't want to lie about something as important as Love. "I do care about you Draco."
Draco sighed "I knew it, that's why you went back to your own bed. You don't love me and You don't trust me." Pointing his finger somewhat angrily towards Harry.
"I didn't want to go! trust me, I wanted to stay there forever. But Dumbledore came in and told me to go." Harry said trying to make Draco understand. "And you know as well as I do that there's a reason for that! If you say you have no thoughts about killing me, I'll trust you."
Draco went through his hair, blinking tears away from his eyes. "Do you know how hard it is to suppress those thoughts? I don't know why they keep coming up, but they do! Do you know how hard it is? It tears me apart every hour of the day. My thoughts are constantly battling against each other. So are my feelings. There is the feeling of love and the feeling of hate. Love wins for now, but the thought of what I might do to you when Hate wins is destroying me. I can't even trust myself! It's horrible Harry! I haven't been able to sleep, look at me I'm a complete mess. And I'm a danger to everyone, why don't kill me right away!" By the time Draco was finished, tears were running over Draco's cheeks. Out of frustration, anger and sadness.
Harry couldn't say anything. He never knew how hard it was on Draco. How could he have been so selfish? Draco was going through hell and he was only thinking about his own feelings!
The only thing Harry could do was pull Draco against him and sliding his arms around the boy's waist. Pulling Draco's body against him tightly. Draco buried his head in Harry's neck, breathing heavily against Harry's skin. "I'm sorry...I'm so sorry" Harry managed to whisper against Draco's neck. "I had no idea it was so hard on you, I wish you told me this sooner. I want to help. I'm so sorry that I've been so selfish not to ask your feelings."
Draco felt a shiver run through his spine, feeling the warm breath of Harry in his neck. The tight embrace was full of love and tenderness. No one ever said something that nice to him accept maybe Harry himself. It reminded him why he loved the boy so much. Harry was so caring, helpful and sweet. The opposite of the people he grew up with. His mother never gave him a hug. Draco had always thought he was like poison to her, or a terrible decease where you should keep away from, never thought it. And his father only cared about his heir. Not Draco himself. A worthy heir, who had to become as bitter, cold and evil like him. He used to hate the thought of being like that. But the last couple of days a half of him kind of liked the thought. Knowing from himself that he liked the thought, or a part of him liked it, made him feel so disgusted about himself.
"You must be exhausted, if you weren't able to sleep... But what about yesterday, when I went back to my own bed you were fast asleep." Harry said after a few minutes, thinking of last night and how peaceful Draco had looked.
"I could only sleep because you were so close to me. Why did you think I dragged you to my bed? I was so tired and I found out being close to helped to suppress those thoughts. But a few minutes after you left I woke up again, you were changing into your pyjamas I think. You weren't even in your own bed." Draco explained, releasing Harry from his hug. "I thought you were sleeping in your own bed, because you didn't love me. And because of the lack of sleep and the thought of you not loving me... Well I couldn't take it anymore and began to cry. Hoping you wouldn't find out." He muttered the last part, slightly flushed in embarrassment.
"Well I think it's good I found out." Harry smiled weakly towards Draco. "Because now I'm not going to leave you alone for one single second."
"Thank you." Draco smiled back, blushing now in stead of flushing, because he was still standing without clothes on, with the warm water still running.
Harry laughed and kissed Draco on his cheek "You're so sweet when you're blushing. Come on."
Harry walked out of the shower and grabbed two big towels, giving one to Draco. After drying themselves, Draco could barely keep his eyes open. Harry who noticed said
"You need some sleep. Come with me." taking Draco's hand.
Draco only nodded and followed him towards his side of the room. Harry opened Draco's wardrobe and grabbed two clean pair of boxers.
"You don't mind, do you?" He asked Draco insecure, putting on Draco's boxers "I'll buy you a new pair if you want, but I don't really feel like walking to my own wardrobe and leaving you alone again."
Draco smirked, putting on his own. "Of course not, Pottie. Now that you've had them on, you've actually made them my new favourite pair." He said, pointing to Harry's(well actually Draco's) boxers.
Harry smiled back and guided him to his bed and opened the bed for him and let Draco in first. After that he got in next to Draco. Who quickly wrapped his arms around Harry, letting his head rest on Harry's chest. And one leg on Harry's leg. Making Harry his.
"I'm so tired." Draco sighed before yawning.
"Shh..." Harry whispered, caressing Draco's soft and not completely dry hair. He combed it a bit with his fingers, because it was still messy and uncombed. Draco turned his head a bit and gave a soft kiss on Harry's hand.
After that it took only a few seconds before Draco was fast asleep. Harry caressing his hair, shoulders and back with his fingernails. And planted a kiss on Draco's forehead "Sleep, my baby" He couldn't help saying.
*
Harry woke up, noticing he must have been sleeping as well.
He looked at Draco seeing he was still sleeping against him. It felt so nice to have Draco's body wrapped around him protectively, or was it because he didn't want him to leave again? Well either way, he loved it.
Draco moved in his sleep, now lying a bit higher. With his head buried in Harry's neck, instead of lying upon his chest. Draco was now lying half on top of him and Harry had to suppress a laugh feeling Draco's breath tickling his skin.
He began to caress Draco's back again and wondered how long they'd slept. He felt that he'd slept a day or so, he wasn't feeling tired and was somehow filled with energy.
Suddenly he saw a tiny piece of parchment on the unoccupied pillow next to him and grabbed it. Careful not to wake Draco. He opened it and recognised the handwriting of professor Dumbledore.
It said:
Harry,
I thought I made clear that Draco would not be able to control his thoughts and actions during his sleep. I see now that you trusted Draco enough to sleep next to him. This will mean a lot to him, but I want you to be careful.
You weren't completely asleep when I arrived here and I couldn't help myself. Seeing in what kind of conditions you and Draco were. You will understand when I tell you that by the time you read this note, you've slept a day, what I did to you and Draco.
I must say I'm amazed of the progress you two have been making. And think you will soon find out what will cure Draco completely.
Dumbledore. *
Harry smiled, typical... Dumbledore making them sleep for so long. Hopefully Dumbledore wasn't angry about him not listening.
Harry felt his arms was sleeping because of Draco lying on it for so long. But he couldn't even think of waking the beauty up.
Suddenly he heard someone knocking on the door on the opposite of the room. He couldn't stand up. So he whispered "Who is it" Hoping the person would hear it.
"Harry?" He heard the voice of Ron before the door opened.
Ron was alone this time, blushing when he saw where Harry was. But Harry signed him to come over and be quiet.
Ron closed the door behind him and carefully walked through the 'wall'. "Hay." Ron whispered still blushing.
Harry smiled. "It's not what you think, really! I had to help Draco sleep."
Ron snorted "That is the best excuse I've ever heard, need to remember that one."
Harry rolled his eyes and whispered "Keep it down, I'm telling the truth. Draco here can't sleep because of the 'towel-thing'. There are constant battles going on in his head and it's driving him crazy. He found out that when he was with me he was able to suppress evil thought and was able to sleep properly for a time."
Ron nodded, to make clear he understands Harry's explanation.
"So, why are you here?" Harry asked, curiously.
"Well I thought you might use some boy-talk. And there are some things I want to tell you." Ron said.
Harry frowned a bit "Good news or bad news."
"Well I've some of both." Ron smiled a bit uncomfortable. "What would you like to hear first?"
"The bad." Harry sighed.
"Well, Hermione isn't in love with you anymore." Ron said, looking away from Harry.
Harry sighed again, this time in relief. "Well that's good! Didn't want her to love me when I could never give her that kind of love in return. What's the good news."
"She's in love with me now." Ron smiled.
Harry's eyes widened and he laughed a bit, trying to stay quiet. "Finally! You know that took way too long!"
"Well, I'm happy you're taking it so well. Hermione didn't want to tell you, she thought you were to busy worrying about other things. But I just couldn't keep my mouth shut about this." Ron smiled happily. "So how are things here?"
"Well, they're getting better." Harry responded.
"Need any boytalk?" Ron asked, a bit insecure.
"'Bout what?" Harry tried to look surprised and innocent but failed miserably.
"Harry, those sounds you were making in that tub weren't just because you were nervous about Hermione finding out or something like that." Ron said rolling with his eyes. "Although I personally find it disgusting to think about, I have to ask. Did you guys... do anything or planning..."
Harry blushed not replying to Ron immediately.
"Harry..." Ron said impatiently.
"Well" Harry whispered even softer. "Nothing really happened in the tub, Draco was just teasing me a bit, by kissing my legs and belly."
"And...."
"And what?" Harry asked this time succeeding to look innocent.
"You haven't answered my second question, Is anything going to happen. Are you planning to let something happen?" Ron asked, sitting on the chair next to the bed.
"I don't really know, you know." Harry whispered. "Draco didn't try anything on me since the 'bathtub-thing'. So I don't really know what he wants. For all I know he was only playing around then and doesn't even want something to happen. Now that he has a different point of view."
"And you, what do you want?" Ron asked.
"Me? I'm not sure if I'm ready, you know. I never did anything with a boy, always presuming I was straight, I only have experience with girls. What if I make a fool of myself? I don't know how much experience Draco has with boys or girls." Harry explained.
"So...Let me get this straight.. eh... right, you do want to but you're scared." Ron asked, smiling.
"Basically... Yes. Sometimes I can't help myself wondering how it would be, you know. I'm imagining all kinds of stuff. Like what I would do... And sometimes I feel this longing of touching Draco and holding him in my arms, kissing him and-"
"Okey I get the point." Ron interrupted Harry "You don't need to go there."
Harry laughed softly "Sorry."
"If I were you, I'd talk about it with Draco. Or just do something, give him a hint. But ehm... he isn't cured yet, is he? So are you sure you don't want to wait? What if he can't remember when he's cured? And is it safe?" Ron asked.
"I never thought about that..." Harry said, realising that if he would lose his memory, just like he wasn't able to remember the first week of school, he wouldn't remember their first time.
"Ask Dumbledore." Ron said.
"Good idea." Harry smiled. "Would you give me a piece of parchment and a quill, they're on my desk. I sure hope he does remember, don't know if I could resist..."
Ron rolled his eyes and got up to get the parchment and the quill.
He got back giving them to Harry. "Thanks."
Harry wrote the letter quickly:
*
Proffessor Dumbledore, I have a question: Will Draco remember the time he was under the potion, when he is cured? I hope you reply me as soon as possible,
Harry
*
"Give it to Hedwig, she just got back." Harry said to Ron, giving him the letter. "And tell her to hurry up."
Ron smiled and putted the letter on Hedwig's leg "Speaking of hurry... I have to hurry myself. Hermione's waiting for me. Don't forget to owl me when you need to talk to me."
"I wont. Thanks for stopping by and I'm really happy for you and Hermione!" Harry said, watching Hedwig fly out of the window and Ron walking towards the door. "Come and visit me soon."
"I will, bye Harry." Ron said, closing the door behind him.
Harry was alone with Draco again. Happily he pressed his cheek against Draco's head. He was actually glad Ron stopped by, he was very lucky to have such a friend.
Harry waited impatiently for Hedwig to come back and Draco to wake up. After a few minutes Hedwig flew in the room again, landing on the bed on the other side of Draco.
"Hey." Harry greeted Hedwig by stroking her head a few times. He took the letter from her leg with one hand, before she flew away again. And read the very short letter.
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Harry,
Draco will remember everything. I'm sure about that.
I'll come to visit soon,
Dumbledore
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Harry sighed in relief. "You'll remember" He whispered to the still sleeping Draco...
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Hey! Sorry couldn't help myself, Ron and Hermione HAD TO GET TOGETHER!!! Next chapter: Draco is a bad boy, he's being Naughty! REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW! Hugs, Cherish