Title: Exchange
Author: Mistress Silver
Pairings(s): Harry/Draco/Lucius (No threesomes, leave me alone!)
Warning: The following piece is rated R (for later chapters – AND incest). It contains SLASH, which is homosexual relationships, so if you are offended by that or are not of legal age in your area then please click the back button on your browser and find yourself something else. Constructive criticism will be greatly appreciated but flames will be mocked and ignored.
Disclaimer: Harry Potter, characters, names and all related indicia are property of J.K. Rowling – only Angelica is mine. I am just borrowing them all for a bit and am not making a cent off this. I'm sure Rowling won't mind, if anything she will be (should be) flattered that people like her books enough to write pieces of their own about them.
A/N: Look, look! I updated sort of quickly! Go me! XD
CHAPTER 7 – Unnecessary InsomniaDraco was still standing in the same spot when Harry returned with Nimbly the house elf, carrying his worldly possessions – an extra blanket and his wand. Nimbly quickly went to spread the blanket on one side of Draco's bed and put the wand on the dresser next to it. Harry looked at him and raised an eyebrow.
"What's the matter with you?"
Draco blinked. "You're going to…spend the night with me…?"
"That's what I said, isn't it?" Harry said. "And don't get any sick ideas!" he quickly added.
To his ultimate surprise, Draco smiled. "Thank you…"
Harry smiled back slightly. "You're welcome."
"I am not sleeping with that piece of fluff!"
"You're not the one who's sleeping with him, I am!" Draco said hugging his stuffed dragon close to his chest.
"I don't care, I don't want that thing in my bed," Harry said putting both hands on his hips.
"It's my bed," Draco exclaimed. "And he's not a thing, he has a name you know, it's Drake the Magic Dragon."
"Why not 'Puff'…" Harry muttered rolling his eyes.
"Why would I call him that?"
"Never mind…look, he is not staying in this bed, either he goes or I do."
Draco's eyes grew wide. "You wouldn't…"
Harry crossed his arms with a smirk. "Try me."
Draco pursed his lips into a pout. He looked so adorable that Harry almost gave in.
"Nothing doing. Him or me. Come on."
Draco scowled. "Fine." He walked towards the armchair, muttering under his breath and settled the stuffed animal there. Harry rolled his eyes and climbed into the bed. Draco climbed in after him. Nimbly put out all the candles and oil lamps and left the room, closing the door after him. They laid quietly in the darkness a few moments. A rustle of fabric broke the silence.
"Draco?"
"Hmm?"
"Get off of me."
Draco made a muffled sound of protest and only snuggled closer to Harry's back.
"Draco?"
"Mmmph?"
"Get OFF."
"Look, I'm used to having something to curl up to at night. I usually curl up to Drake but you wouldn't let me keep him here so you're the alternative."
Harry made a low growling sound in the back of his throat but let the matter drop.
"I'm sorry! I need something to curl up to…"
"I didn't say you couldn't, so hush."
"But you growled at me, it means you don't want me to."
"I don't care, whatever, just be quiet."
"Why are you trying to shut me up?"
"Because I'm trying to sleep, Draco!"
"Stop yelling at me," Draco whimpered.
"I'm not yelling," Harry said through gritted teeth. "Now shut up."
"Yes you are…"
"Shut up, Draco!"
"Why are you being so mean to meeeee!"
"Because I'm trying to sleep and you won't shut the fuck up!"
"Stop yelling at me!"
"I'M NOT YELLING!"
"I don't need this," Draco complained and crawled away from him. Harry sighed in relief, glad to finally have some peace and quiet. However, he realized that Draco had not just moved away from him but left the bed altogether. With a groan Harry propped himself up on his elbows and looked around the room, squinting into the darkness. He did not see Draco anywhere but noticed that the light was on in the bathroom. Sighing, he climbed out of bed and went into it finding Draco to be making himself a bed on the bathroom floor.
"Draco, what are you doing?"
"You were mean to me. I don't have to sleep with you," the blonde said sulkily.
Harry sighed. "Look. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to upset you, let's just forget all this and go back to bed."
"No," Draco said plopping on the bathroom rug.
Harry groaned inwardly. "Draco, come on, don't be so bloody difficult, just come to bed."
Draco ripped the shower curtain off its hooks and covered himself with it, turning away from Harry. "See? And now you're calling me difficult. Sorry, don't feel like dealing with your insults, good night."
"Oh for God's sake, Draco, what is the matter with you, why do you have to act like such a baby all the time!"
Draco ignored him, did not stir.
Harry had had enough. "Fine! You want to freeze your arse off sleeping on the floor? Be my guest, but don't come crying to me afterwards!"
He stormed out of the bathroom, slammed the door behind him and climbed back into the large, plush bed, pulling the covers around him angrily. A little time passed and he was just about on the verge of nodding off when he heard noises coming from the bathroom. He tried to ignore them at first, but the sounds persisted and began to sound a lot like sniffling. With an aggravated grunt Harry forced himself to get out of bed and went to open the bathroom door. The light was still on, except Draco was no longer lying in cold disdain but was curled up into a quavering ball, crying softly. Harry's face instantly softened from a scowl to resigned compassion.
"Draco…" he called softly.
"Go away."
"Draco, come on…" Harry squatted down next to him, placing a hand on his shoulder. "I'm sorry."
"You're just like him…"
Harry frowned. "Who?"
"My father…"
"What!?" Harry's eyes widened. "How the hell am I like your father!?"
"He used to do that too, lock me in the bathroom and forget about me –"
"Oh hell no!" Harry cut him off, getting to his feet. "First of all, you came here yourself, nobody forced you. Second of all, I tried to make nice with you but no, you had to act like a sniveling little pansy and ignore me. And third of all, how dare you call me your father, the one person I am here SUFFERING LIKE THIS to protect you from!"
Draco rolled over and sat up, glaring at him. "See? You are just like him. Listen to you screaming at me and calling me names, you're no better than he is!"
Harry merely stared at him in disbelief for a second. Then got up and walked out, "Fuck this." He grabbed his wand and toothbrush off the dresser and stormed towards the bedroom door.
Draco quickly scrambled after him, "Wait…Harry!"
He reached him just as he was about to open the door, grabbing the hand he was turning the knob with. Harry gave him the dirtiest look he could muster.
"Don't go…" Draco said meekly.
Harry arched one eyebrow. "After all that crap, you think merely by asking I'm going to stay, just like that? Give me one good reason. One single, bloody, GOOD reason why I should keep putting up with an annoying little git like you. Go on. Just try it."
Draco lowered his gaze onto his hand covering Harry's on the doorknob and swallowed hard.
"Because…I think I love you…"