Disclaimer & Warning: I do not, I repeat, do not own any of the characters in the Harry Potter series. If I did, the books would be way different and defiantly not best sellers.
This story may contain some shonen-ai in future chapters but I haven't written the whole thing yet, so I'm not sure. There will be shonen-ai and maybe some yaoi in the sequel though, so look out for that in the future if you like boyXboy lovin! If you don't then go away!

AN: Chapter 2...finaly. Very sorry about the lack of updates but my life has been hectic. I really want to get this project done and over with however so I'm going to start putting some more effort into it. With that said, be on the look out for more chapters and pleas review!!!

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Childhood Simplicity

Draco's footsteps echoed through the halls as he followed the house elf down the deserted corridors. The only other sounds were the voices of professors, muffled by the heavy wooden doors which led to their classrooms. Draco suddenly felt Harry shiver in his arms and looked down at the boy.
"I'm cold," Harry whined lightly, as any child would.
Draco pulled his robes around Harry so that the boy was drawn closer to his chest, inside the warm haven that his robes created. He heard Harry sigh with comfort and felt him rest his head against his chest.

It was not long before the elf stopped in front of a portrait of an old, smiling witch with white hair and a gray owl perched upon her shoulder. "Well, this be's the place! Master said to say that your things will be moved here while you're in class and that dinner will be served to you in your chambers tonight. Oh, and if you need anything, just ask any of us elves!" With that the elf turned and began to leave.
"Wait! What's the password?" Draco called after him.
"Vomit Beans," the elf replied before rounding the corner.
Draco made a face. "'Vomit Beans'? What a disgusting password."
"I completely agree, dearest!" said the witch in the portrait, startling Draco a bit. "But any who, you two popits come right on it!" She smiled pleasantly as Draco slid the painting open and stepped into his home for the next week.
The first thing he noticed was that the room was pleasantly warm, a stark contrast form the cool hallways. He found the source of the warmth to be a bright fire, dancing in the stone fireplace. On one side of the fireplace, the wall was covered from floor to ceiling with shelves upon shelves of books. On the other side, there was a wardrobe, where Harry's clothes would be, and a door leading to the bathroom. On the wall opposite the fireplace there stood a majestic, king sized, four poster bed covered in silk bed sheets, blacker than the midnight sky. In a corner between the bed and the door, there was a rich, round table complete with two matching chairs. Draco decided instantly that he liked this much more than the Slytherin dormitories.
Harry yawned and tried to snuggle closer to Draco. That's when he realized that the boy had been asleep in his arms for the past few minutes. He walked over to the bed and lay Harry down on it before walking to the wardrobe and pulling out a pair of under ware and some pajamas. Harry only stirred a bit while Draco untangled him form his cage of robes and old clothes and dressed him in the garments. When he was done, Draco tucked Harry in under the ebony sheets. He heaved a heavy sigh as he sat on the bed next to the small, sleeping form.
"Hopefully, this won't be as bad as dealing with the Potter I know," Draco said to himself while staring down at the sleeping boy. He gently brushed a bit of stray hair out of Harry's face before quietly exiting the room and returning to class.

Draco walked against the steady flow of people, all stalking toward the great hall for dinner. After a good five minutes the crowd finally dwindled down to a few and Draco was able to actually get to his room.
"Vomit Beans"
"Just like to warn you dearest. The little popit 'as been cryin' an' poutin' since he woke up."
"Why? What's wrong?"
"'Aven't got a clue, dearest. But please do calm 'im down. I do 'ate to 'ear the popit cry like that."
Draco sighed as he swung open the painting and stepped into the room. He expected to hear sobbing but as he stood in front of the entrance, he was met by only the crackling of the fire and no sign of Harry.
"Harry?" Draco dropped his bag on the table and began to search for the boy. He checked in the wardrobe and in the bathroom. "Harry? Harry, where are you?" He was starting to get worried when he heard a faint sniffle come for the bed. He snuck quietly to the bed and knelt down beside it, lifting the bed skirt so that he could see underneath. He could faintly see two little feet poking out of the darkness. Draco grinned to himself as he crawled, on his belly, under the bed. When he was even with Harry, he stopped and lay quietly beside him, listening to his small sobs and sniffles. "Harry, why are you crying?" Draco asked after a few minutes, petting the boy's hair lightly.
"I woke up, and I was in this strange room, and you weren't here, and Mr. Dumbley wasn't here and I got really scared," said Harry through sobs and sniffles.
"Ah, Harry. Is that what all this crying is about? Hey, listen. I was in class, that's why I wasn't here. But everything is ok now, so don't cry, alright?"
Harry nodded, wiping his tears away on his sleeve. Both boys crawled out form under the bed, noticing several plates of food set up on the table for them.

After they had both had their fill, they lay on the bed, Draco doing his homework and Harry distracting him.
"What are you doing?"
"Homework."
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"I'm bored," Harry whined. "Will you play with me?"
Draco was trying his best to retain his patience. "When I'm done, alright?"
Harry pouted but didn't protest. Instead he crawled down off the bed and stomped his little feet across the room to the book shelves. His eyes scanned the numerous titles before his nimble fingers made a selection. He crawled back up onto the bed, book held against his chest and resumed his previous position. Draco glanced curiously at him before continuing his work, a faint smile now dancing across his lips.
Half an hour passed and Draco gratefully rolled up his parchment, finally finished with his homework. He looked of at Harry who was staring awe-struck at the moving pictures in his book.
"What are you doing?"
"Homework."
Draco grinned at Harry's response. "I'm bored! Don't you want to play now?" He rolled over on his back playfully.
Harry rolled his big, green eyes at Draco. "When I'm done."
Draco laughed at Harry's new-found attitude before tickling the boy mercilessly. Harry's book was instantly forgotten as Draco pinned him to the bed, his fingers never stopping their constant, wiggling motion. Harry screamed and giggled, his little body writhing under the much larger boy. He grabbed at Draco's hands desperately, trying to pull them away from the tender flesh of this tummy and sides. His little legs kicked and squirmed, though never with the intention of hurting his tormentor. Draco finally took pity on the boy and ceased his torture. He smiled down at Harry who was breathing hard, his little chest rising and falling with his labored breath. Draco fell onto his back beside him, feeling a kind of happiness he couldn't remember ever feeling before. He felt Harry roll over onto his side, moving closer to him. The boy snuggled closer to him, showing that he forgave him for the attack. Draco felt little fingers begin to play with his hair before they abruptly stopped.
"What's wrong with your hair? Why's it all wet?" Harry made a face at Draco's hair as he picked at it.
"It's just hair gel. I use it every morning so that my hair will look perfect all day."
"Well I don't like it. You shouldn't use any hair jelly anymore." Harry pouted, no longer wishing to run his fingers through the white-blonde hair, as was his original intention. Draco simply rolled his eyes at the boy.
Harry yawned, his mouth stretching wide, signaling that all the excitement had exhausted him.
"I think it's time we both went to bed."
Harry protested slightly as Draco turned him around on the bed but sighed happily as his head rested against the pillow. Draco pulled off his tee-shirt before laying down beside Harry and pulling the covers over both of them. Harry snuggled closer to Draco and the older boy wrapped his arms around him in response. The fire magically dimmed as both boys nodded off into a dream filled slumber.