A/N: Yea, it's taken me forever. But here's the next bit. Again, truly smutty parts have been removed, but you can see them at , my pen name there is bookworm.

When Draco opened his eyes the next morning, the world was comfortably blurred, as was his memory. Then the warm presence nestled in his arms stretched, pressing back into Draco and bringing back his memory. Harry, the club, strawberry, Harry, fighting, Harry, Harry, Harry. Draco sighed happily and tightened his hold on the other boy. He pressed his still slightly swollen lips into the very messy hair that stuck up from Harry's head.

"G'morning, sleep well?" he whispered. Harry murmured, and finally stirred, turning in Draco's arms to face him.

"Mmm, I had such amazing dreams!" Harry half moaned, stretching forward to grasp Draco's bottom lip in his teeth. Soon they were locked together, Harry rolling Draco and straddling him.

"Care for a..." Harry rolled his hips, making full contact with Draco's very hard cock. "Morning shag?" Draco just moaned in response, thrusting his hips up to meets Harry's. But then an idea occurred to him. Quickly, catching Harry by surprise, Draco grabbed Harry's shoulders, threw a leg over his back, and flipped himself. After much thrashing about, Draco was on top, kissing Harry smugly.

"My turn," Draco growled possessively in Harry's ear.

Nearly half an hour later, Draco collapsed onto Harry, both slowly trying to get their breathing back under control. When both could concentrate again, Harry stirred a bit.

"Uff, get off me, you big lump, we need to shower."

"Lump? Lump??? I'll show you lump." Draco quickly pulled his half hard dick out of Harry, causing the boy to gasp sharply. He then began tickling Harry's ribs and armpits mercilessly. Harry tried to hold it back, but soon was over come and began giggling helplessly. The tickling match soon turned into a wrestling match that ended when they hit the floor with a loud thump. Both were immediately quiet.

"What if someone heard that?" Harry asked.

"Perhaps they'll think I smacked your thick head into the floor," Draco responded, leaning over to kiss Harry on the nose.

Draco stood up, pulling Harry with him.

"Come on, boyo, lets get that shower," he said, as he started towards the bath room.

"You're starting to smell."

Draco sprinted into the bathroom; Harry close at his heals, yelling obscenities.

Breakfast that morning was rather subdued, seeing as Narcissa was presiding over it. Both high-tailed it back to their rooms as soon as the last bit of egg was stuffed into their mouths, and soon they left the Manor to go traipsing around the grounds.

Their days continued much this way for the next two days, each night Draco would go and report to Narcissa on how he was progressing with Harry. On the 12 night of Harry's visit to the Manor, Draco dropped the hint that Harry would very soon be revealing the prophecy to Draco.

On the morning of the 13th day, the boys pretended to sleep in, while secretly discussing their plans.

"We cannot stay here and fight Voldemort by ourselves," Draco stated firmly, stumbling a bit over the name.

"But what else can we do? He still won't have the prophecy!"

"But he could still kill, or at the very least maim and torture us!"

"Yes, I suppose he could, what, don't you like a little pain, Malfoy?" Harry winked broadly at Draco. Draco biffed Harry lightly on the shoulder.

"This is no time for jokes," he said, glaring at Harry less seriously than he would have liked. "I have an idea."

"Oh, ho! I thought I smelled smoke!" Harry grinned, but quickly leaned in to listen to Draco's idea.

"What if we told mother that we were going to Diagon Alley, just for the morning? I'd tell her that I was sure you'd tell me the prophecy. Then we'd go to Diagon Alley, but floo form the Leakey Cauldron to Hogsmeade."

"Ooo, then we could send Hedwig to Dumbledore, and he could come pick us up!"

"Do you really think it could be that easy?" Draco wondered.

"Hmmm, what if first we went and hid in the shrieking shack for a bit? Just to sort of, cover out tracks?"

"You want to hide in the most severely haunted building...in all of Britain?!?!?!" Draco was looking at Harry as if he had grown another head. Harry started laughing hysterically, and would have fallen off the bed if Draco had not had the foresight to wrap an arm around him.

"Just what is so funny, young man," Draco said sternly, doing an admirable impression of his mother.

"It just that....it's not really...haunted....Remus....full moon..." Draco had a rather hard time following Harry, as most of his words were obscured by laughing.

"Harry, darling, breathe, in....out....that's good, now, tell me again."

"Okay, sorry, the shack and the Whomping Willow were built for Remus Lupin when he was at school. They were a safe place for him to go each full moon. Ya know, him being a werewolf and all."

"Well, I suppose that makes as much sense as anything. But mind you, I will still be rather wary of that building, honestly, have you seen how creepy that thing looks?"

"Why yes, actually, I've been inside it...quite creepy." Draco looked appalled at the thought.

"Well, now that we've been good boys and planned our escape, let's go run about and get sweaty. Then we can take a nice cool shower."

"Why even shower...you know we'll just get sweaty again." Draco grinned hugely at Harry and dashed off the bed.

The boys raced down the hallways and out into the gardens.

A/N: Go! Review! It inspires my muse!