She-Who-Is-Not-To-Be-Psyc – I see where you're coming from, and I know the Ron = Volcano thing is overused, but it's really in with his character in the books. I think I might have Dean and Seamus or somebody taking it badly this time. Please keep reading!
Darian – We really don't know much about Harry's feelings before, so you never know! *g* Thanks for the tip about the Romance/Supernatural, I wasn't sure what to put for the second one, so I just left it blank. I hope you like the bit about the toothbrush! I haven't done all of it; it was mainly the lovely Luna, my glorious Beta.
I don't own it, wish I did, JK is the Goddess, and I hope she know how lucky she is!
Somebody mentioned that Harry took it too easy last chapter, but it hadn't really sunk in then. Now he's seen the room, he has a bigger idea of what he's in for, and he isn't happy!
The main room was done in neutral tones, with plain wooden floorboards covered in brightly patterned rugs and coffee coloured sofas scattered with cream cushions surrounding a low table. The walls were also cream, and there were several cabernets hung there, some filled with pictures, some with small silver ornaments, usually dragons or other fantasy creatures. Draco moved over to them, and ran his fingers over the head of a rearing serpent, delicate fingers tracing the engraved patterns down the back.
"I wonder who took these from my room?" he muttered.
"I don't know, and I don't bloody care," Harry said bluntly.
Draco's silver eyes were immediately filled with hurt, which annoyed Harry even more. Everything about the blond, from the tousled hair that skimmed his shoulders to the black laces in his white trainers annoyed him. Being in the room had made it all sink in. Draco Malfoy, his arch nemesis, wanted, no, needed, him to be near him for the next three months, and if he didn't co-operate, well, Malfoy's sanity would be yet another thing on his conscience.
"I believe that this isn't some sick joke you're playing – if Dumbledore says it's true, I believe him – but that doesn't mean I have to like it," Harry said harshly, ignoring the pained look the blond sent him, and the resulting jab of conscience. He stormed upstairs, and into the bathroom, glaring at the pale blue fittings and white fluffy towels. There was a pot plant on the windowsill, and a dark blue rug on the floor. Draco was still downstairs, so Harry decided to take the opportunity to check out the bedroom. He froze in horror, and groaned so loudly that Draco, who was already on edge from the effort of trying to let Harry have some time alone, came running up the stairs to see what was wrong.
After touching the back of Harry's hand for a few seconds, he gazed round the room, and immediately saw what was shocking his chosen mate so much. Well, he wasn't totally sure, but he would bet money that it had something to do with the large, satin covered, king-size bed that sat smugly in the centre of the room. The covers were black, and the hangings sliver. Of the room itself, Draco saw that the carpet was black, the walls white, and the lights and shelves – filled with his and Harry's books – were also sliver. There were two black leather armchairs in one corner, one on either side of a brand new chess set, and one wall was entirely wardrobes, with mirrored doors and sliver handles.
"Um, Harry? What's wrong?" Draco asked quietly.
"Nothing. It's just…" Harry sighed and ran a careless hand through his hair, looking around the room again before staring despondently at the floor. "I didn't think we'd be sharing a bed. Silly of me, really. It's no big deal."
"If you really don't like it, we can ask Dumbledore to change it," Draco told him.
"No, you'll go mad overnight. Sorry about earlier, I'll try to be more understanding," Harry said quietly, his conscience kicking in. Even if he was seething inside, it wasn't Draco's fault. It was probably some master plan of Voldemort's to make him go crazy before he had to face him.
"It's ok, I'd probably murder me if I was you. What time is it?"
"Nearly half past nine. And you would definitely murder me, Malfoy. Do you have any homework you have to do?"
"No."
Harry was about to say something else, when there was a call from downstairs, and the pair went down to see who it was.
Dumbledore sat on the middle sofa, and smiled jovially at the pair as they walked close together down the stairs, holding hands. The stood awkwardly in front of him, and he gestured for them to sit.
"Now, I hope you like your new home?" he asked.
"Yes, Sir," Draco said. Harry merely nodded.
"Now, about lessons. Draco, you will be moved into Harry's classes, as you have had forewarning of this, and you have had more time to prepare yourself. But neither of you have to go to lessons tomorrow, as it is Friday, and you have the weekend off anyway. Hogsmead trip, you know," Harry gritted his teeth, waiting for Dumbledore to finish rambling on and go. Draco squeezed his hand sympathetically. "So you have to whole weekend to get to know each other and enjoy yourselves. Mr Malfoy, I have owled your family, and your mother is insisting that she comes down for a visit next week. This will probably take place on Saturday. Now, I will leave you all to get ready for bed. Lights out is in half and hour. Goodnight."
With that said he left the room in a puff of pink sparkly smoke.
Harry jumped up and began to dance around the room. "Yes! I miss double potions!" he yelled happily. Draco, on the other hand, dropped his head onto his knees and groaned. "What's wrong?" Harry asked, sitting back down and taking the teen's hand anxiously.
"My mother is visiting. She'll be coming to check you out."
"Surely she isn't that bad?"
"Put it this way – without her, my father is a nice, caring person."
"Oh dear."
"Yes. Be prepared for questions."
"What sort of questions?"
"Have you been with anyone before, what do you want to do when you're older, who are your friends, how do you feel about me, that sort of thing."
"Oh, ok. I think I can cope with that."
"Remember that you get a sharp poke with her wand if she doesn't like your answers."
"Oh god. What's your father like?"
"Um… well, he's not really evil, just has to act like it. You see; mum wants power. 'The Malfoy's are right in You-Know-Who's inner circle' is right in one respect; mum is. She is really evil. She doesn't really love dad, and he doesn't love her. I think he loved Lily, your mum. She… well, she's a lesbian, I think. She doesn't sleep in the same room as dad, never has, as far as I can tell. She did want to marry him, I suspect to get as far away as possible from her cousin."
"Sirius."
"Yes. I'll tell you more tomorrow. Right now, we should go to bed."
"Yeah, come on."
The couple ran up the stairs, and Harry went into the bathroom to change into his night-clothes – black boxers and a red T-shirt. He grabbed his toothbrush, and brushed his teeth hurriedly, before going back into the bedroom to put his clothes into the dirty laundry basket for the house elves to wash.
While he was sorting out his wardrobe, Draco went into the bathroom to brush his teeth, and was horrified to find that the remaining toothbrush was bright pink. He yelled to Harry, and stormed out of the bathroom.
"Harry! How dare you leave me the girlie toothbrush?!"
"Hey, Mal-"
"No, I will not stand for this! Just because my hair is longer, and I'm the veela, does NOT mean I'm going to use a pink toothbrush!"
"Malfoy!"
"What?" Draco asked, breathing hard, the offending toothbrush clutched in his hand.
"You can change the colour, remember? We're wizards?"
Pacified, the blond change the colour to black and went back to the bathroom to brush his teeth. Once he had finished, he came out then they both met in the middle of the bedroom, staring.
Harry couldn't help it – Draco was dressed in boxers and a loose black T-shirt, and looked so very beautiful. He was looking at Harry with a hungry expression, which made the dark haired teen retreat a little. The look in the blond's sliver-blue eyes scared him.
"Um… well, we'd better get to sleep then," Harry said uncomfortably. The information about Narcissa had cooled his anger towards Draco, but he still didn't want the blond looking at him like he was one of Florean Fortescue's choco-nut sundaes. Draco seemed to snap back, regaining control. He flushed slightly and nodded.
They both moved to the same side of the bed, and stared at each other challengingly.
"I'm sleeping on this side," Draco said firmly.
"I don't think so, I always sleep on this side of the bed."
"Well, so do I, and I am sleeping on this side."
"No, you aren't. I am."
"I am."
"I am!"
"I am!"
"I am!"
"I am!"
"I am!"
"I am!"
"This is stupid!" Harry said angrily.
"I know," Draco agreed.
"There is only one way to settle this, the way all dorm room wars are settled."
"A pillow fight?"
"A pillow fight."
Grabbing the pillows off the bed, they began to hit each other, hard. Harry buffeted Draco's hair totally out of place, before having the breath knocked out of him by Draco's solid whack to his stomach. With a feral growl he dived at the blond, pinning his to the floor and rolling as he was hit repeatedly on the head. But he gave as good as he got, and soon he was straddling Draco's waist, ready to smack his head into next week.
"Do you yeald?" He asked, panting heavily.
"Never" Draco said, smirking. But his attention was elsewhere, and Harry suddenly realised why. He knew the affect he had on the blond, and decided it was time for a little teasing.
Leaning forward, he let his breath ghost over Draco's cheek, making the pale-skinned teen shiver and close his eyes. Harry whispered "do you yeald?" softly into the Slytherin's ear, and a quiet moan escaped the soft lips.
"N- no," he whimpered, writhing a little.
"Are you sure?" Harry asked, moving so that his lips almost but not quite touched Draco's. He was grinning, the way Draco was moving under him clearly showed his discomfort. Draco moaned again, straining up to try to kiss the soft lips that tormented him, but Harry' hands on his shoulders prevented that.
"Ok!" Draco groaned, unable to take it anymore. "You can sleep on this side!"
"Good," Harry grinned, standing up and offering the flushed blond his hand. Once Draco was standing, he smiled at him, and climbed into bed. Draco got in the other side, and they settled down, their hands meeting in the middle, but as much distance as possible between them. Tired out from the eventful and emotionally raining day, they fell asleep.