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Harry's eyes shot open, as if he had been having a terrible dream he was trying deperately to save himself from. Staring at the black ceiling of Draco Malfoy's ceiling, the events of last evening came flooding back to him."Was it all just a dream?" he thought to himself, " Did I really get beaten by Slytherins? Did Draco - no, Malfoy, his name is Malfoy - really pick me up and take me to his bedroom? Did he really tell me he was...no, no, no, Malfoy can't possibly be..."
He couldn't even bring himself to think it. There was so much he wanted to tell Draco, yet he didn't know why. He had spent the last five years loathing him - why did he now want to be close to him? Perhaps it was because his hands were so soft, even despite his feverish Quidditch playing. Maybe it was the way he smelled, or the way his cold drawl had turned to caring whispers. Suddenly, Harry had a longing for Draco, to hear his voice again. For the first time in his life, he wanted to see Draco Malfoy.
Reaching around blindly for his glasses, then putting them on, Harry gazed sleepily around the room. His eyes set on the hazy outline of Draco asleep in one of the large, black leather armchairs by the fire that had since died out. Harry couldn't help himself - he watched Draco sleep for nearly an hour, thinking about their past relationship. He wondered why things had suddenly changed between the two of them; maybe their hatred was just chilidish immaturity, and they had grown out of it.
Draco began to stir, and Harry looked away quickly. Glancing around the room, Draco saw tha Harry was awake, and he jumped to his feet. "Are you hungry?" he asked sleepily.
Harry nodded, and Draco hurried out of the room, but returned quickly. "Be here in a few minutes," he said before he yawned. Draco crossed his bedroom to the wardrobe and pulled out two sets of clothes. He handed one to Harry and took the other with him into the bathroom, leaving the door open a crack so Harry could hear him humming on the other side. He quickly changed into the clothes Draco had given him, which were - of course - black. Finding his wand where he had left it in the armchair, he stuck it in his pocket. Harry walked over to the mirror on the front of the bathroom door and looked at himself. He was trying to make his hair lay flat when the door opened fully and Draco appeared, inches from Harry's face.
"Peeking in on me, Harry?" Draco laughed.
"I was..hair...black.."
Harry mentally slapped himself for sounding so stupid. He breathed a sigh of relief when Draco's bedroom doors opened and a grubby little house elf entered with a cart full of food, leaving it next to Draco's bed. The house elf turned toward Draco and bowed, then turned to Harry and bowed as well, obviously trying to hide his shock atseeing Harry in the Malfoy Manor. As he scurried out of the room, Draco walked over to the bed and sat down at the end of it, grabbing a piece of bread and holding it out to his guest. Harry smiled and joined Draco on the bed, and they began to eat breakfast.
Within a few minutes, they had gotten comfortable on the bed, facing each other and both sitting with their legs crossed. They were laughing and joking about everything from the Hufflepuff Quidditch team to Professor Trelawney. Harry was startled to find himself thinking Draco had a sexy smile - he had never looked at Draco that way. In fact, he had just recently discovered that he was bi-curious.
"You're an amazing seeker though, Harry, really." Draco's voice broke into Harry's thoughts.
"You're not so bad yourself," he replied, and was horrified to feel himself wink at Draco. He immediately blushed and looked away, but he could see Draco smile out of the corner of his eye.
"Can I tell you something, Harry?" Draco asked quietly, "You've got to swear to never tell anyone." Harry nodded and looked back up at him.
"I don't want to be a Malfoy anymore," he said. "I'm so sick of Father and his continuous expectations. I don't want to take up the Dark Mark." Draco looked up at Harry's confused face. "I just...I don't want to be stuck under my family name anymore." He looked back down at the ground, and Harry could see that he was being truthful.
"I completely understand," Harry replied comfortingly, "I don't want to be The Famous Harry Potter anymore either."
Draco looked up. "You don't?"
"No," Harry replied. "Everyone thinks I'm some sort of saint. They expect so much from me."
"There are some fine points to being 'The Boy Who Lived'."
Harry scoffed. "Like what?" He looked up into Draco's eyes.
"I happen to be very fond of you in a way no one could ever understand."
Harry was so confused. He didn't know what was going through Draco's head, but he kept talking.
"I've always felt different," Harry said softly, "not because of the whole Voldemort thing, but...I kissed Cho, and it was nice and everything but..." He couldn't find words to fit what he was trying to say. "I guess it kind of made me think that maybe girls aren't really for me. Maybe my feelings are.." Harry swallowed hard, "more toward guys than girls."
He looked up at Draco, who had an unreadable look on his face. "And sleeping in your bed didn't help." Harry added very quietly.
Draco blushed and scooted closer to Harry, until their knees were touching.
"I'd really," Harry cleared his throat. "I'd really love to kiss you."
Draco smiled wickedly, and for a moment, Harry thought he was going to back away. His entire body was nearly trembling from fear. Then, after what seemed like a year of silence, Draco leaned over until their noses were nearly touching. Harry wanted to look away, and he could feel his cheeks burning red. Draco leaned closer, and Harry could feel their lips brush together.Without even thinking, he kissed Draco deeply, half-waiting to be pushed away. He was pleasantly surprised when Draco put his hand on Harry's cheek and began to lick his bottom lip. Harry groaned deeply and rubbed Draco's tongue with his own. After a few long moments, they pulled away and looked into each other's eyes.
"I think I kind of like being Draco Malfoy now," he said with a smirk.
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Harry's eyes shot open, as if he had been having a terrible dream he was trying deperately to save himself from. Staring at the black ceiling of Draco Malfoy's ceiling, the events of last evening came flooding back to him."Was it all just a dream?" he thought to himself, " Did I really get beaten by Slytherins? Did Draco - no, Malfoy, his name is Malfoy - really pick me up and take me to his bedroom? Did he really tell me he was...no, no, no, Malfoy can't possibly be..."
He couldn't even bring himself to think it. There was so much he wanted to tell Draco, yet he didn't know why. He had spent the last five years loathing him - why did he now want to be close to him? Perhaps it was because his hands were so soft, even despite his feverish Quidditch playing. Maybe it was the way he smelled, or the way his cold drawl had turned to caring whispers. Suddenly, Harry had a longing for Draco, to hear his voice again. For the first time in his life, he wanted to see Draco Malfoy.
Reaching around blindly for his glasses, then putting them on, Harry gazed sleepily around the room. His eyes set on the hazy outline of Draco asleep in one of the large, black leather armchairs by the fire that had since died out. Harry couldn't help himself - he watched Draco sleep for nearly an hour, thinking about their past relationship. He wondered why things had suddenly changed between the two of them; maybe their hatred was just chilidish immaturity, and they had grown out of it.
Draco began to stir, and Harry looked away quickly. Glancing around the room, Draco saw tha Harry was awake, and he jumped to his feet. "Are you hungry?" he asked sleepily.
Harry nodded, and Draco hurried out of the room, but returned quickly. "Be here in a few minutes," he said before he yawned. Draco crossed his bedroom to the wardrobe and pulled out two sets of clothes. He handed one to Harry and took the other with him into the bathroom, leaving the door open a crack so Harry could hear him humming on the other side. He quickly changed into the clothes Draco had given him, which were - of course - black. Finding his wand where he had left it in the armchair, he stuck it in his pocket. Harry walked over to the mirror on the front of the bathroom door and looked at himself. He was trying to make his hair lay flat when the door opened fully and Draco appeared, inches from Harry's face.
"Peeking in on me, Harry?" Draco laughed.
"I was..hair...black.."
Harry mentally slapped himself for sounding so stupid. He breathed a sigh of relief when Draco's bedroom doors opened and a grubby little house elf entered with a cart full of food, leaving it next to Draco's bed. The house elf turned toward Draco and bowed, then turned to Harry and bowed as well, obviously trying to hide his shock atseeing Harry in the Malfoy Manor. As he scurried out of the room, Draco walked over to the bed and sat down at the end of it, grabbing a piece of bread and holding it out to his guest. Harry smiled and joined Draco on the bed, and they began to eat breakfast.
Within a few minutes, they had gotten comfortable on the bed, facing each other and both sitting with their legs crossed. They were laughing and joking about everything from the Hufflepuff Quidditch team to Professor Trelawney. Harry was startled to find himself thinking Draco had a sexy smile - he had never looked at Draco that way. In fact, he had just recently discovered that he was bi-curious.
"You're an amazing seeker though, Harry, really." Draco's voice broke into Harry's thoughts.
"You're not so bad yourself," he replied, and was horrified to feel himself wink at Draco. He immediately blushed and looked away, but he could see Draco smile out of the corner of his eye.
"Can I tell you something, Harry?" Draco asked quietly, "You've got to swear to never tell anyone." Harry nodded and looked back up at him.
"I don't want to be a Malfoy anymore," he said. "I'm so sick of Father and his continuous expectations. I don't want to take up the Dark Mark." Draco looked up at Harry's confused face. "I just...I don't want to be stuck under my family name anymore." He looked back down at the ground, and Harry could see that he was being truthful.
"I completely understand," Harry replied comfortingly, "I don't want to be The Famous Harry Potter anymore either."
Draco looked up. "You don't?"
"No," Harry replied. "Everyone thinks I'm some sort of saint. They expect so much from me."
"There are some fine points to being 'The Boy Who Lived'."
Harry scoffed. "Like what?" He looked up into Draco's eyes.
"I happen to be very fond of you in a way no one could ever understand."
Harry was so confused. He didn't know what was going through Draco's head, but he kept talking.
"I've always felt different," Harry said softly, "not because of the whole Voldemort thing, but...I kissed Cho, and it was nice and everything but..." He couldn't find words to fit what he was trying to say. "I guess it kind of made me think that maybe girls aren't really for me. Maybe my feelings are.." Harry swallowed hard, "more toward guys than girls."
He looked up at Draco, who had an unreadable look on his face. "And sleeping in your bed didn't help." Harry added very quietly.
Draco blushed and scooted closer to Harry, until their knees were touching.
"I'd really," Harry cleared his throat. "I'd really love to kiss you."
Draco smiled wickedly, and for a moment, Harry thought he was going to back away. His entire body was nearly trembling from fear. Then, after what seemed like a year of silence, Draco leaned over until their noses were nearly touching. Harry wanted to look away, and he could feel his cheeks burning red. Draco leaned closer, and Harry could feel their lips brush together.Without even thinking, he kissed Draco deeply, half-waiting to be pushed away. He was pleasantly surprised when Draco put his hand on Harry's cheek and began to lick his bottom lip. Harry groaned deeply and rubbed Draco's tongue with his own. After a few long moments, they pulled away and looked into each other's eyes.
"I think I kind of like being Draco Malfoy now," he said with a smirk.
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