Chapter 3
The First Night
It took a while for the boys to get situated before they fell asleep. They had a double row of feather pillows running all along to the edge of the bed. They also resolved to sleep on the covers, Harry took the afghan blanket and Draco used a checkered green blanket that had his name inscribed upon it. They had been sleeping for a few hours when Harry had a horrible nightmare. He began to thrash violently and rolled over on top of Draco.
"Ow!" Draco muttered groggily as he looked up and saw Harry laying on him. He gently pushed him off and over to his side of the bed. Harry groaned as he started to thrash violently again. Draco sighed heavily as he straddled him and grabbed hold of his arms. Speaking softly he said, "Harry wake up. Harry please wake up. Oh, for the love of…" He growled as he debated whether or not to smack him across the face. Before he could make up his mind Harry opened his eyes and looked around wildly.
"Where…? Wha…? Why are you on top of me?" Harry asked as the sudden realization of where he was sunk in. Draco quickly slid off of him and pushed himself over to his side of the bed. He was very glad that Harry couldn't see and that it was dark.
"Well… Ummm…You see… What the hell were you doing on my side of the bed?" Draco said defensively.
Harry sat up and sighed, "I guess I should have told you about my nightmares. Sorry."
Draco flushed darker as he said, "Yeah, well… You just earned a spot on the crotch…I mean couch!! Couch! Right couch." Harry sighed deeply as he muttered 'fine'. He gathered a pillow and the afghan and headed over to the love seat. After a few moments of shifting he fell quickly to sleep.
Draco was about to fall asleep when he heard a soft thud followed by a soft muttering of 'no no go away'. "Oh, for the love of…" Draco muttered as he got up and walked over to where Harry was. He was sleeping quietly now the only way you could tell he suffered from anything, besides that he was on the floor was the fact that he had drops of sweat down his face. Draco picked him up and thought that it was odd that he was so light for their age. He gently placed him upon the couch and covered him with the afghan.
He was about to leave, but lingered there for some unknown reason. He glanced down at the sleeping boy on his couch and couldn't help notice how angelic he looked when he was sleeping. He pulled over a chair and sat beside him. He just thought he looked so sweet and gentle and innocent when he slept, that he watched him for what he thought was only a few minutes. It wasn't until the clock in the hall struck three did he realize that he was staring at him for a whole hour.
He got up and pushed the chair in. Sighing he kissed the sweet angel upon the forehead and with Harry sweat lingering on his lips he walked over to his bed and tucked himself in.