Disclaimer: I'm not J.K.R...Thanks for noticing.

Warning: SLASH...yummy

Love, By Accident: Lying in Bed Alone

Over the next few days, Harry was able to drag himself out of bed and attend classes. He attempted a couple of conversations with Ginny, but she always seemed to be busy.

The guys in the dorm tried to shake Harry out of his state, of what seemed like depression, by asking him to play chess or cards, or things of that nature. He turned them down, claiming he was tired, which made them worry more.

Soon enough, the weekend rolled around, and on Saturday, Harry found himself lying in bed once again.

"Harry James Potter!" Hermione's voice rang out in the empty dorm. Harry yawned and rolled over on his stomach.

"Harry!" Hermione screamed, throwing back the hangings around his bed and glaring at him. "It's the middle of the afternoon! You're ignoring your friends...DRACO MALFOY came to ME and asked if you were all right! He's worried about you, I'm worried about you, Ginny, Dean, Seamus, and Neville are worried about you.

"If you don't get your arse out of bed and start acting normal, I'll have to go to Dumbledore and tell him you need help...or something of that nature!"

When she finished, Harry got up, wearing only his boxers (causing Hermione to blush). He smirked and pulled on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt from his trunk.

"You want to go for a walk?" he asked scratching his head. "Or would Ron hang me?"

She smiled and linked arms with him, "I think we'll be alright."

"It feels good to talk to you again," Harry said after telling Hermione the details of what had happened with Draco. They were sitting on the edge of the lake, feet hanging over.

Hermione hugged Harry, "I've apologized, haven't I?"

"A million times, 'Mione, it's okay."

"I just feel so bad...so controlled."

"You love Ron, I know, and I know it was hard, but I understand."

"I wish he would come around. I mean, after all we've been through together."

Harry smiled, "A giant game of Wizard Chess first year, Polyjuice Potions and snakes second year..."

"Dementors and escaped convicts third," Hermione continued, "The Veela girl-"

"Viktor Crum-"

"And the tournament in fourth year."

"Umbridge and the battle at the Ministry last year," Harry's enthusiasm died at the last one, "When Sirius died."

The pair were silent for a while.

"I'll talk to Ron," Hermione finally said, "Maybe knock some sense into him."

"That would mean a lot to me," Harry said, staring out across the water.

"Why'd you quit the Quidditch team?" Hermione asked.

Harry looked over at her, "I didn't want to deal with Ron," he said. "And after Sirius...I just lost my taste for it I guess."

Silence fell over them again.

"We should probably go in for dinner," Hermione stood up.

Harry sighed. "Thanks," he told her.

"For what?"

He smiled, "For being you...getting me out of bed, and, well, for caring."

"A lot of people care Harry, they just have trouble showing it."

Harry nodded, getting up as well, "I'm glad you don't," he kissed her on the check and they headed to the castle.

Draco sat in his room, waiting to go to dinner. He pulled out parchment and a quill, then began a letter to his father:

I'm not sorry, because I shouldn't have to be, I just want you to know that I was pursuing a relationship with Harry...as of late I don't know exactly what is going on between us.

But I do have some feelings for him, even if I can't quite figure out what they are.

I am sorry for not writing sooner.

I love you father, and I hope you're as well as they'll let you be.

Draco

He folded it then made his way to the owlry, where he tied the letter to the leg of a school owl.

"Take this to Lucius Malfoy," he said. "In Azkaban."

The owl hooted, and flew off, as Draco headed down for dinner.

"Wow Harry, you're going through friends like chocolate," Seamus commented at dinner. "I mean first you've got Ron and Hermione, then you don't. Then you have Ginny. Then Hermione comes back. Then you lose Ginny. It's like a never ending cycle."

"You forgot to put Draco in the mix," Dean corrected.

"Oh, of course, my mistake."

"I didn't lose Ginny," Harry objected. "She just...oh I don't know, maybe she wants to spend more time with-"

"Her boyfriend." Seamus finished.

It was true, and Harry knew it. Since Ron and Hermione had abandoned him, Ginny had been there, at the cost of some of her friends. Now though, she sat with her boyfriend Michael at the Ravenclaw table.

"Have I been holding her back?"

"Harry, she's been with you on her own choice, no one's been holding her back," Neville interjected.

Just then the doors to the hall swung open and Draco walked in-of course, to Harry it was more of a heavenly stride.

Ever since he'd told Draco that he wanted to spend time apart, he'd wished he had not made such a stupid request, for now he was yearning to kiss those luscious lips of his more than ever.

"So, how much longer do you think Harry can hold out before jumping Malfoy in the hall and fucking him there?" Seamus smirked as he said this.

Dean and Neville chuckled.

"Ha ha," Harry turned back to his friends. "I'm going up to the dorm."

"Aw, but we were hoping we would get to see you drool over your lover, while you pretend he doesn't exist." Seamus whined.

"You're in for an arse kicking Finnaggin," Seamus just smiled and waved as Harry left the hall.