Layce74 -= Thanks! Glad you like it.
Jade Maxwell – woah, long review. And you're right; the 'and they woke up wound around each other' thing is really overused. Harry is really emotional at the moment, that was intentional. I mean, suddenly having you're worst enemy thrust on you for life would make you angry and confused, and Harry is such a nice guy that he feels all sorry for Draco so he would try to be nice, but fail occasionally. I think I'll keep on with the pointless fights over nothing to let them blow off steam – I love them too much to cause them serious harm this early in the story. Thanks for the review! Have a cookie!
Darian – Yeah, I'm thinking of reverting to Jen Red Robe, my AIM thingy. Although I haven't been on AIM for months, ever since my laptop crashed. Hey, on the laptop front, I am going to America on the 15th, and pestering my Dad till its fixed, so I should be back soon! YAY! You should get more on this fic as soon as the heatwave is over. I cannot think in this heat!!!
Jliles – Thank you! I'll get updating, but I'm off on holiday to America tomorrow (Yay! Yippee! Yahoo!). By the time you read thins, I'll probably be back! But I'll see what I can do at my Dad's house. Hopefully I'll be able to write while I'm out there, but they might keep me too busy.
Layce74 – Thanks for the review! Glad you like it!
M – don't you mean you love it so much, not muck? Hehe! I'm really glad you like it, and so many pleases aren't really necessary, but they are real welcome! *sighs happily* I love getting reviews! It makes me want to write more!
Hannah Abby – Argh! Not the goldfish!!! Yeah, it's a great way of getting your way, isn't it? I'll update asap. I think I said in the latest chapter of BttP when I should be updating, but by the time you read this, it will be too late, hehe! Oh well… glad you like it, but please hold the goldfish!!!!
Makalani Astral – Thanks for the review!
Krya2 – Soz, did I spell Silver wrong? Where? And I have had plenty of time to write, but I have also been spending that time on holiday without a PC, so I haven't had a lot of time, really! Thankyou for the review! It was really evil of Harry, wasn't it?
I've been on holiday, sorry about the wait! Matchbox 20 rock! If you like Unwell, check out Blast from the Past by Wintermoon. The song really fits the story, plus it is just a really cool story! Ooh, I'd better warn you; it is slash, Harry/Draco and a bit of Lucius/Snape, but only in memory.
Draco lay quietly, hand clasping Harry's tightly. It was reassuring, as he didn't dare to look at the other boy. He had tried earlier; the moonlight from the window lay across the pillow, catching sliver hi-lights in Harry's hair, and making his skin milky white. He had been overcome with the desire to kiss the full, soft lips, and had turned away quickly. Harry would never forgive him if he took advantage of him during the night. As Draco lay there, he was conscious of every move Harry made, every breath, every slight turn. He was grateful to find that Harry didn't snore.
Draco couldn't sleep. He was as tight as a drawn bowstring, and quivering with tension. Harry was breathing softly beside him, obviously asleep. Draco snuggled down in the soft silk covers, waiting for dawn.
He managed to drop off as the birds began to sing outside the window, but woke a few hours later when Harry did. Harry smiled sleepily at the rumpled blond, and sat up. Grabbing a towel, he headed for the bathroom.
"I'm having a shower. I can trust you not to come in, can't I? I don't know if there's a lock on the door."
"I won't come in. Shall I get the house elf to get us breakfast?"
"Yeah. I expect Dobby will be looking after us."
"Dobby… he was my favourite house elf. I hated it when you freed him."
"Sorry. But he does prefer it here."
"Yes, but none of the other house elves made hot chocolate that well!"
"Anyway, I'm having a shower, you're ordering breakfast. I'll have muffins, and try out this hot chocolate you seem to like so well."
"Ok. See you soon."
~*~
Harry relaxed under the stream of hot water. Having a shower was always a way of relaxing for him. Other people preferred baths, but he had always been a shower person. The Dursley's always complained if he had a bath, they insisted that he used up all the hot water, but the shower at no. 4 had its own heater, and so they couldn't complain. He always found that he could think better under a waterfall of hot, steamy water.
He used this shower as a time to think. The thing with Draco had happened so fast; he still wasn't sure how he felt over the whole matter. As he washed his hair, he concluded that he wasn't happy, but he thought that they could make it work. It could be worse, he supposed, it could have been Crabbe or Goyle. Malfoy wasn't ugly, and so far he had seemed a completely different person. Harry wondered why he hung around with Crabbe and Goyle so much. Maybe it had something to do with his father. Or more likely his mother, thinking back to their conversation the night before.
~*~
Once Harry had finished his shower, he rubbed the towel over his jet-black hair before wrapping it round his slim waist. Before he went to the main room, where he suspected Draco was and food soon would be, he headed into the bedroom to dress. Pulling a pair of black jeans over his grey boxers and a red t-shirt over his head, he headed over to the mirror to try to tame his hair slightly with his hairbrush.
He gave up the battle – he had lost before he had started anyway – as soon as he smelt food. A sudden pang of conscience made him leap down the stairs three at a time: he had left Draco for about 20 minutes; would the pale blond be ok?
He landed on the carpet to find that Draco looked a little paler than usual, and a little worried, but otherwise fine. Harry, who had been scared that he would find the blond curled up in a corner muttering again, was surprised to find how relieved he was, and, in retrospect, how worried he had been. Draco stood up as he came in, and walked over to take Harry's offered hand.
"I was worried," Harry told him.
"So was I, at first, but I think the night of contact made it easier. That, and the noise of the shower. You don't sing?"
"Sing?"
"Sing, in the shower."
"Oh," Harry blushed slightly. "I do sometimes. Depends if I'm in the mood. Usually I do it quietly though."
"Me too, if I'm in the mood. What sort of music do you like?" Draco asked, sitting down, and handing Harry a mug of hot chocolate.
(I've decided to use songs and bands that are around now, as I'm only a teenager, and this would have been in the mid-90's, and I haven't a clue what sort of thing they would've listened to. Sorry, but this is stuff I know, and I like it all, sad but true. ^_~)
"Um… all sorts. Good Charlotte, Sum 41, Blink 182, Linkin Park, Puddle of Mud is ok, stuff like that. What do you like?" Harry asked, sipping his hot chocolate. "This is really good!"
"Told you it was. I like Queen, All American Rejects, Matchbox 20, SheDaisy, Lake of Tears and Blind Guardian."
"The only one of those I know is Queen. They're ok."
"We'll have to listen to them. Have you heard Time after Time? It's by Matchbox 20."
"Um… Sing a bit?"
"If you're lost, you can look, and you will find me, time after time. And If you fall I will catch you, I'll be waiting, time after time."
"Oh yeah! I know that one. Know any other songs that you like that I might know?"
"Well, they did Unwell. Um…. I'm not crazy, I'm just a little unwell, I know, right now you can't tell, but stay a while and maybe then you'll see, a different side of me. I'm not crazy, I'm just a little impaired, I know, right now you don't care, but soon enough you're gonna think of me, and how I used to be… me."
"No, I don't know that one. Sing some more," Harry asked, biting into a muffin.
"Why?"
"You have a nice singing voice."
"Ok. Um… Swing swing swing from the tangles of… my heart's been crushed by a former love, can. You. Help. Me. Find. A. Way to carry on again… That's Swing Swing, by The All American Rejects."
"Nice. I'll have to listen to some of these. Know any more?"
"Hundreds. Hear me you Lords and Lady preachers, I descend upon your earth from the sky, I command you're very souls you unbelievers, So give me what is mine! The Seven Seas of Rhye!"
"Queen's first single," Harry said through a mouthful of muffin. He swallowed. "Seven Seas of Rhye."
"Yes. Try this one… Shadows…. Shadows and Fever. No-one hears him cry, so he turns to evil, only now, only know does he know... Pains… Always those pains, one he does it once he will do it again, only know, only know does she know, silver doom unseen moon will show, ooo-oooo-ooooh!"
"I don't know it."
"It's Raistlin and the Rose, by Lake of Tears. About a character called Raistlin Magere and his lover, Crysania. Crysania comes into it later… Love… Love makes her blind. Soon she follows him through the doors of time…"
"Cool. There are songs about books?"
"Yeah. Have you read Lord of the Rings?"
"Yes, Dudley had it in his second bedroom, along with the rest of his untouched books. I read it first when I was 11, the summer when Dobby stopped my letters."
"Huh?"
"He was trying to save my life, I'll tell you about it sometime. Anyway, what about it?"
Instead of answering, Draco started to sing again. "There are songs of the ring, which make me feel so down… I can't remember a bit… Three for the kings of the elves high in line, nine to the mortals, who cry. I'll keep the ring for sorrow, I'll keep the ring 'till I die…"
"Wow, I had no idea that there were songs about stuff like that. I've read Dragonlance too, the books about Raistlin."
"Really? There's another song about that, um… I'm not insane, that's how it seems though, spiteful, cruel, and wise beyond his age, my body fails, by soul will rise, the earth lies demoralised, disease and melody (huh? What does he actually say there? Melody doesn't fit! Its sounds like barony, but that makes no sense!), and I see death through golden eyes!"
"Nice."
"The Soulforged, by Blind Guardian. Hey, why don't you sing? I haven't heard anything that you like yet."
"Ok. The faster we're falling, we're stopping and stalling, and running in circles again. Just as things were looking up they said it wasn't good enough, but still we're trying one more time. Maybe we're just trying too hard, when really it's closer than it is too far… that's In Too Deep, by Sum 41."
"You can sing really well! Sing some more!" Draco exclaimed, sipping his hot chocolate and staring intensely at the Gryffindor.
"All the, Small thing, true care, truth brings, I'll take one lift, you're right, best trip. Always, I know, you'll be at my show. Say it ain't so, I will not go, turn the lights off, carry me home. Blink 182, All the Small Things."
"I like that, sing one of their other songs, please."
"I never thought, I'd die alone, I laugh the loudest, who'd have know? I traced the cord back to the wall, no wonder it was never plugged in at all. Blink 182, Adam's song."
"That's really nice, sing some more of it."
"I took my time, I hurried up, the choice was mine I didn't think enough, I'm too depressed to go on, you'll be sorry when I'm gone. I never conquered, rarely came, 16 just held such better days."
"Sad. Know any others? You said you liked Good Charlotte?"
"Yeah. Um… Bloody Valentine is my favourite. Want to hear it?"
"Yes," Draco nodded, shoving the breakfast tray to the other side of the table and resting his heels on the edge of the table frame. Harry tucked his legs under him, and began to sing softly.
"Oh my love, please don't cry, I'll wash my bloody hands, and we'll start a new life… I ripped out his throat, and called you on the telephone, to, take off, my disguise, just in time to hear you cry as you, you mourn the tears of you're bloody valentine, but now he died, you mourned the tears of you're bloody valentine, one last time… Singing oh my love, please don't cry, I'll wash my bloody hands and we'll start a new life…" seeing Draco's nod to go on, he started the second verse. "There were, police cars and flashing lights; the rain came down so hard that night and the, headlines read, a lover dies. No telltale heart was left to find as you, you mourn the tears of you're bloody valentine, but now he died. You mourned the tears of you're bloody valentine, one last time."
As Harry finished singing, Dobby came in for the breakfast tray.
"Mr Harry Potter, Sir, Mr Weezly and Miss Granger is looking for you!"
"Hermione and Ron! I'd forgotten all about them! They must be so worried!"
"Shall Dobby tell Mr Weezly and Miss Granger where Mr Harry Potter is?"
"Um... If Draco doesn't mind?"
"Weasel might as well kill me now, rather than later."
"I thought having a civil conversation with you about music was a bit too odd."
"No, I'm sorry, but he will call me ferret, you know he will. At least let me have some sort of defence."
"What do you mean, let you?"
"If you forbid me, straight out, to do something, I can't do it."
"Oh. As long as you call Hermione either Hermione or Granger, and never call her a mudblood ever again, you can call Ron weasel, for now."
"Thanks. Dobby, show them the way, don't tell them the password, wait for us to let them in."
"Yes, Mr Harry Potter and Mr Draco. Dobby will be back soon."
He disappeared, and Harry and Draco shared a glance.
"So, this is it. Who do you think will take it worse?" Draco asked his future mate.
"Hermione."
"Really? I'd put my money on Ron."
"Hermione. Ron will explode for a few minutes, then calm down. He'll accept it. Hermione doesn't accept that house elves like things the way that they are, or that she is in love with Ron – a fact that he moans about constantly – so she will probably never accept this." Harry concluded with a mournful sigh.
"Never mind," Draco said consolingly, hugging him. "It'll be ok."
"I hope so," Harry murmured, staring with sorrowful emerald green eyes at the portrait hole.