Disclaimer: I don't own the characters or setting, but the idea is mine. I mean no offense to J.K.Rowling, and if she would like me to remove this story, I certainly will.

Author's note:

1. I plan on updating with the next part tomorrow, 9/3/04

2. Don't steal my idea.

3. Review if you like it or have some constructive criticism.

4. If you are going to flame me, note that I ignore all flames. The reason I do is this: If you are reading this it is for one of two reasons... First, you like something in the idea or saw something in the summary that intrigued you, or Second, you are an idiot who doesn't read the summary. I note this as Slash, Male on Male, and Rated R. If you don't like those things, then why are you reading it?

And So It Goes

I will Share this Room with You

(c) 8/1/04

Draco slowly ran his hand down the body on top of him, settling the other boy comfortably between Draco's thighs. As he relaxed, the urgency of their hands dissipated in the warmth of their love. Draco's whisper seemed loud in the quiet room. "Make love to me."

Draco's eyes snapped open and he sat up suddenly. The bright sun streaming through the windows in the hospital wing made his eyes smart, but he didn't close them, fearing to remember the heat and desire that permeated his dreams.

Dropping his head to his hands, he thought furiously about what he had dreamt. He hadn't meant to fall asleep, but Madame Pomfrey had given him a draft of some potion to ease his pain, and it had dropped him to sleep almost immediately. Earlier, after skiving off class, he had gone back to his room, but when his fellow students returned to the common room, he had begged off doing anything, pleading a stomach ache to get his 'friends' to leave him alone.

Now, it was late afternoon, and he would have to go back to the common room soon. He glanced around quickly, noticing Madame Pomfrey at the far end of the room hovering over a still form in the last bed. Shaking his head, he started to get dressed. As he put his hands on his robe, he remembered the laugh he had heard. Slowly, he sat back down on the bed.

That laugh. That laugh had haunted him until today, and now? Now he would have to pretend nothing had happened, because the person who had laughed, or rather, the person he thought had laughed was none other than Harry Potter, his rival. How could he face him? How could he face him with these dreams wreaking havoc with his mind?

"I'm in love with you. I can't believe it. I'm in love with Harry Potter." He hadn't realized he had spoken at first, but before his whisper died in his ears, he grabbed his robe and started running.

Out of breath, Draco slowed. He had run until his vision was blurry, run until he had reached the far side of the lake. Dropping to the ground, he almost let tears fall before tightening his gut and forcing them back. "I will not cry! Crying is for wusses!" He shouted these words at himself, trying to prevent the inevitable. As one tear, then another dripped down the side of his face, he turned his face into a tree and let the tears come. Harry would never care for him, could never. Harry was too good, hated him too much.

Draco would never tell him, it would only be humiliation. But, a persistent voice reminded him, if Harry's so good, why wouldn't he give you a chance to prove that you've changed?

Draco's whisper seemed loud in the quiet room. "Make love to me."

There was a long pause and a startled intake of breath. Draco cringed inside, old fears cropping up that this boy wouldn't want to... wouldn't want him. When he spoke, there was warmth in his voice, warmth that reached into Draco and eased the ache of fear. "Do you mean it, my love?"

When the weight of the boy shifted off him and gentle hands began working the blindfold loose, Draco was almost surprised. When green eyes met grey, Draco reached up and cupped a hand around the back of the boy's neck. When Harry's lips turned up in a smile, Draco pulled them down to his own.

He only captured Harry's lips for a moment, before pulling away to whisper, "I'm sure, I mean it. I love you."

Harry smiled at Draco and leaned down to kiss him with a tender passion.

Draco shifted, waking up. Now he didn't fight it, he knew. Since Christmas break, he hadn't said two words to Harry or his friends. These days, he was earning dirty looks from his fellow house-mates. He heard the speculation, that he had lost his fangs, but he couldn't bring himself to care. Today, though, was the Valentine's Day trip to Hogsmeade, and today he would make his move.

Just after noon, he watched Weasley and Granger walk into Madam Puddifoot's together before turning and moving toward the Shrieking Shack. It seemed that since the end of the third year, Harry went there a lot to think. Draco was sure he would be there now, while his two friends were on a date together.

Sure enough, Harry was sitting on a large rock in a clearing near the gate. He didn't seem to have heard Draco's approach, so he stopped some way away from Harry. The last thing he wanted was to surprise Harry and get hexed. Clearing his throat, he waited for Harry to turn around.

After a moment, Harry turned, seemingly unsurprised at who was standing in the shadows behind him. "What do you want, Malfoy?" His voice was calm, not filled with malice as it had been every other time he spoke to the blond.

"I want to talk."

"Talk? Yeah, okay. What about?" Harry didn't motion him closer, but Draco moved toward the other boy anyway.

"I want to say something to you. I'm not quite sure how to say this, but I need to get it out. Please do me the courtesy of not interrupting me?" Draco gingerly sat down on the rock across from Harry, watching him closely.

Harry nodded, and Draco continued, clearing his throat again. "I... I have changed, Harry. I'm not the same person who I have been. I've grown up, and I've... well, I have changed a lot. I would like to be friends with you." He looked down at the rock, his finger tracing a crack in the stone. "I've... well, you see, I've fallen in love with someone, and it's changed my perspective on a lot of things. This person is... a Gryffindor. I just... I want to change, be better, so that this person might look at me and see someone else. I don't want to be known as the spoiled prince of Slytherin anymore. I want to be known as Draco. Just Draco." Risking a glance at the boy in front of him, he saw only a gentle curiosity encouraging him to talk.

After a long pause, Draco started talking to Harry about his home life, how he was raised by a distant father and insane mother. He rambled on, explaining why he had acted the part of the perfect Death-Eater. For about half an hour, he spoke of his family and their expectations for him, skirting any clues about the identity of the person he was in love with. Harry let him talk, not interrupting him and looking interested and encouraging him whenever Draco risked glancing at him.

At the end of that time, after Draco went silent for almost five minutes, Harry finally spoke. "Well, Draco, I wouldn't mind trying friendship this time around, but if I'm going to be a good nosy friend and help you get the girl, I'll have to know who she is."

Draco could hear the smile in Harry's voice and he looked up, into the green eyes that he saw in his dreams. "Guy. It's a guy I'm in love with." He bit the inside of his cheek, hoping against hope that Harry wouldn't be homophobic.

Harry waved his hand, dismissing Draco's words. "Well, then, I can't help until I know who he is, can I?"

Draco smiled, a rare happening, and blinding in it's intensity. "I can't say, not yet. I'm... rather embarrassed."

Harry grinned, remembering the times he was embarrassed by wanting someone. "Yeah, okay. Well, hey, we should get back, Ron and Hermione will be done with their lunch soon." He paused, thoughtful, and looked hard at Draco. "Do you think you will be okay with them now? Not insulting them and all? It would be a lot easier to be friends with you if you were easy with them, too." Without Harry's voicing it, the word 'Mudblood' hung in the air between them.

Draco thought for only a moment before acceding. "Yeah, I'll try. I may slip sometime, occasionally call one of them by their last names, but I won't deliberately insult either of them."

"That's all I can ask."

Harry waited for Draco to stand and stretch before heading back to Hogsmeade.

Thanks to the following reviewers...

DemonRogue13: Thanks, I'm going to post the nest part tomorrow.

Swiftrunner: Thanks, May I ask, what you think is passive about it? (Sorry, I love love love constructive criticism and finding out what people think about my stories.)

SpunkySlytherin: Thanks! I'm so glad you're putting me on your alert list!

Ozumasgirl: Thank you for your kind words. I certainly will continue!