Chapter 2

Draco's Room

It was after supper and Harry had just filled Ron in on his situation.

"What do you mean there will be no game this week and you will not be at practice, and did I hear something about you having to stay in the Slytherin dungeon for a week?" Ron asked in one long sentence. "Harry as the new keeper of our team I think its very important that you be there to help me out and we don't have a back up keeper and….and…..what in bloody hell am I going to do?"

"RON!!!!" Harry screamed "Can you take your head out of your ass for two seconds to help me deal with my problem? Yes, there will be no games this week and I will not be at practice. You will do fine the rest of the team will be there to help you. Don't forget I didn't even know what Quidditch was when I got here and now I'm the youngest player in the century and I've only lost 1, count 'em 1 game. So don't worry about it. What you should worry about is if I'm going to wind up in Azkaban because I'm going to kill Draco."

"Since when do we call Malfoy Draco Harry?" Ron asked as he cocked an eyebrow.

Harry felt his face get really hot and he went to go reply when Fred and George answered for him.

"Since Harry's door started swinging one way instead of the other." Fred said as he and George entered the room.

"Excuse me?" Ron asked his face had a horrified look on it.

"Oh, you know Harry no longer lusts for girls you know like the way you lust over Hermione." George added coolly.

"Ha ha, you guys are so funny. Harry's not gay…you're not gay right Harry?" Ron asked.

"Of course I'm not when will you learn not to listen to anything that Fred 'n' George tell you?" Harry said madly. "I got to go I told Malfoy I'd meet him down in the dungeons."

"Have fun Harry and don't do anything that we wouldn't do." The twins said before they fell on the floor in a fit of giggles. Harry growled as he headed down toward the dungeon with his bags. Draco was waiting with a look of absolute murder upon his face.

"Geez, Potter! What are you a girl?" Draco quipped as he grabbed one of Harry's many bags.

"Shut up Malfoy. I don't like this either. Just shut up and let me into your commons." Harry growled.

"Fine…" He turned to the gargoyle and muttered "Parselmouth." He smiled as he saw the look of confusion on his face. "Oh I change it on purpose. Just so you wouldn't forget it Harry." He walked into the commons as Harry stopped and stared at him strangely.

Did he just call me Harry? Nah! I was hearing things. Harry thought as Malfoy yelled "Well are you coming or not Potter?"

"Yeah, yeah I'm coming. You stupid git." he said as he followed Draco to his room.

"What was that?" Draco said as he looked at Harry funny.

"I called you a git! Deal with it!" Harry growled as he entered Draco's room.

Draco's room wasn't very large, but it was endowed with a rather larger hunter green canopy bed across from the door. Besides the door was a closet. Next to the window was a loveseat that was also the color hunter green. It seemed to be very comfortable and had a plum colored afghan draped over the top of it. Across from the bed was a cherry colored bookcase, with all the books arranged in a freakishly neat order. Not to far from that was his dresser it had two large drawers and two smaller ones next to each other. There was a mirror connected to it as well. On top was the most bizarre thing. It was a music box in the shape of a box. It was made of the finest cream colored porcelain and seemed Muggle in origin. On the top center was placed a green glass dragon with ruby eyes, it was lying curled around a treasure chest. Perched in a gold cage standing about five feet into the air was Draco's eagle owl. It hooted softly when they entered the room. Finally, in the middle of the room was a round table, with three chairs surrounding it. Each one of the chairs and the table were each made of cherry.

"Really fancy, everything really expensive?" Harry asked as he drifted toward the music box.

"Would you expect anything else from the richest student in this school?" Draco stated with a hint of snobbery in his voice.

"Of course… What was I thinking? Of course everything would be expensive." Harry replied in a very sarcastic tone. His fingers wandered over to the music box and he went to touch it.

"NO!" Draco said as he went to stop him.

"What?" Harry asked, he didn't realize what he was doing wrong.

"Don't touch that! It belonged to grandmother. We were really close and when she passed away she willed this to me. It's Muggle in origin; she had a fascination with them for some reason." He said as he blushed slightly as he opened it. It played a very soft melody that Harry couldn't recognize, but it was beautiful all the same.

"It's very nice… Very…" He was searching for a word that wouldn't result in him being decked. "Unique."

There was an awkward silence; they were both thinking the same thing, but the question was which one was going to ask it first. Harry decided that this could go on all night and he really wasn't in the mood so he cleared his throat and said "So what are we doing about the sleeping arrangements?"

"What do you mean your sleeping on the couch." Draco said like Harry should have known that.

Harry looked over at the couch and it looked like it was okay to sleep on, but why should he have to sleep on the couch. "That couch doesn't look very comfortable and the bed is big enough for both of us to sleep on."

"No!" Draco simply said.

"We could put a wall of pillows between us. No problem." Harry explained.

Draco looked as if he was seriously thinking about that possibility. "Well…. I guess if it was a pretty tall wall, then maybe…. What the hell am I saying! No!"

Harry put on his best puppy dog face possible, a face that even got Hermione to do his homework for him. "Please?"

Draco glared at him for a moment before asking, "Why?"

Harry replied, with his face still on, "Because I don't want to sleep by the window. It'll get to cold. Please? Pretty, pretty please, with sugar on top?"

Draco sighed with frustration, "Fine! Cheese and rice!" Draco flung open the closet door and threw several pillows out of it. He had to step in to get them and when he came out Harry was snickering like crazy.

He had started to pile them on the bed when he finally realized that Harry was laughing uncontrollably now. He turned to him and asked, "What the hell is your problem? What's so funny?"

"I didn't know you were in the closet Draco. Congratulations on your coming out." He said between fits of laughter.

Draco's mouth dropped as he stared at the laughing maniac on his bedroom floor. He blinked a few times before he too couldn't help but laugh. The two were on the floor when they had finished laughing. Draco had caught his breath before he replied, "Of course you know all about coming out. Don't you Harry?" Harry blushed when he suddenly realized two things: One that Draco was sitting way to close for comfort and two that what Fred and George had said before was coming back to bite him in the ass.

The two sat in quiet reverence for a few moments before they both realized that they were sitting awfully close to one another. They both flushed lightly before Draco practically jumped out of his skin to get out of Harry's personal space. "Ummm…." He started as he looked for a way to be less uncomfortable. "I'm gonna change!" he replied, his voice an octave higher. He grabbed his pajamas off of his bed and bolted out of the room.

Harry stood dumbfounded as to what the hell just happened. Finally after reassuring himself that Draco was always strange, he shrugged his shoulders and changed into his pajamas. They were navy blue flannel pants. He wasn't fond of wearing a shirt and he had no desire to start so he just flopped down into the loveseat and pulled out his book that he was reading. He started to read his book on different Quidditch strategies when Draco walked back in. Draco looked at him as if he was from another planet. He was sitting Indian style, with his glasses on the brim of his nose, reading.

"And what planet are you from? Saturn? Who are you? Hermione with a dick?" he asked as he sat next to him in the proper way.

"Excuse me?" Harry asked as he took one look at Draco and started to giggle. "Blue silk boxers with teddy bears? And you're asking me if I'm from Saturn. Jeepers."