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Harry Potter woke up early, just as the sun was rising. He looked around the fuzzy room, fumbling on the nightstand for his glasses. He put them on and glanced around the room again. Even with all the sunlight that was flooding into the room from the window above the bed, the entire room was still black. Harry moved to sit up, but suddenly gained full feeling of his left arm and realized it had been asleep, and now had a painful tingling. Harry looked to his left and saw his tingling arm underneath a sleeping Draco Malfoy, holding him close. Not wanting to wake him, Harry tried to slowly slide his arm away. Draco stirred, his eyes opening slightly to look up at Harry dreamily. Harry bent his head down and kissed Draco's forehead.

"Sorry, love," he said softly.

Draco sighed sleepily and rolled over, pulling the blanket over his head. Swinging his legs over the edge of the bed, Harry threw the blanket off of himself and snuggled it against Draco. He was suddenly confused when he looked down to see himself wearing nothing but red and gold striped boxers. Harry mentally ran through the previous night. He and Draco had come back into the Manor, played Wizards Chess, and ate dinner by the fire. When his memory had reassured Harry that he hadn't done anything too adult and rash, he laughed to himself and stood up, looking for his clothes. He got down on the floor to look under the bed, and he couldn't help but imagine Draco naked, breathing heavily and sweating as he called Harry's name. Harry smiled broadly and got back up to his feet. He climbed back onto the bed and gently nudged Draco, who turned sharply to face him, his eyes fluttering open.

"Haven't seen my clothes, have you, sexy?"

Draco smiled sleepily and mumbled, "You can get some clean ones out of my dresser, pick whatever you want."

"Know what I want?" Harry asked with a grin.

"What, love?" Draco flipped onto his back.

"A good morning kiss."

Draco pulled his left hand out from under the blankets and hooked it around the back of Harry's neck, pulling him down closer and kissing him softly, then deeper. Harry moaned softly before he pulled away.

"Sorry to wake you, go back to sleep."

Harry got off the bed and crossed the room to the wardrobe. He suddenly noticed a door next to him that was cracked open, and peeked inside. It was too dark for him to see anything, and he fumbled around on the wall for a lightswitch. The light came on suddenly and Harry looked around the room. It was probably the biggest closet he had ever seen - shelves holding more clothes than anyone could ever need covered the walls, and hundreds of pairs of black shoes sat underneath them. Harry laughed to himself at the overwhelming absence of color. It's not as if he expected Draco to walk around in lime green and Barbie pink, but he'd never seen so many black clothes in his life. He suspected Dracula's wardrobe would be strikingly similar.

Reaching for the first of everything he could reach, he took the clothes into the bathroom and stepped into the shower. Feeling the warm water run over his body, Harry thought about Draco. He thought about the first time they had met, in Diagon Alley six years ago. He thought about all the fights they had gotten into. Harry found himself wondering why he had hated Draco in the first place, and decided it was because Draco had hated him, or so he thought.

Harry put Draco's clothes on, walking back out the door as he pulled a tight black shirt on. He was adjusting his belt when he felt eyes on him, and he looked up to Draco staring at him with a grin on his face.

"You look like a Slytherin," he said with a giggle.

"No one wears black but Slytherins?" Harry asked as he looked up at Draco.

"You might want to pull your pants up a little if you're trying not to be a Slytherin."

Harry looked down and saw the bit of green and silver boxers sticking up above his waistband. Smiling to himself, he pulled his pants up further and walked over to the bed. He held out his hands to Draco.

"Come on, up."

"No way, too early!" Draco pulled the blankets back up over his head.

"Okay,"Harry said,"I'll just go over here and be naked then."

Draco peeked up over the blankets and saw Harry knelt right next to the bed looking at him.

"Hey!" he said in disappointment.

Harry giggled and kissed him on his nose, then stood up, hearing a tapping noise.

"What's that noise?" he asked.

"Owl," Draco said as he buried his head into the pillow. "open the window."

Harry stood up onto the bed and opened the window, and a tiny bird fluttered into the room, circling wildly and making more noise than anyone could handle first thing in the morning. Draco was so startled from the high-pitched noise that he jumped and tumbled off the bed, taking the blankets with him. A smile immediately came to Harry's face as he said happily, "Pig!"

"What?" Draco asked as he appeared above the side of the bed, covering his ears with a pillow wrapped around his head.

"It's Ron's owl!" Harry jumped off the bed and held up his hand for Pig, who gleefully fluttered down onto Harry's wrist.

As he untied the letter from Pig's foot, Harry began to panick. Why was Ron sending a letter to the Malfoy Manor? Did someone know he was here? Once the letter had been taken off, Pig drifted across the room and landed on the top of the fireplace mantel, finally ceasing to squeak.

"What's it say?" asked Draco as he fumbled back onto the bed sleepily.

Harry read Ron's untidy scrawl.

"Harry,

What. The. Hell. Pervati said she saw Malfoy carrying you, that you were unconscious. What's going on? Where are you? Are you at the Manor? What has Malfoy done to you? Are you all right? Hermione and Mum have panicked.The entire Order is on their way to the Malfoy Manor.Whatever you do, don't trust any of the Malfoys. Dumbledore says Malfoy'll be angry you put his father in Azkaban, he's going to try to hurt you. Don't trust him! Just hold out until the Order gets there and write me back (if you can).

..Ron"

Harry began to shake. The Order was coming? Does Ron know something he doesn't about Draco? Ron must be mistaken about him...right?

"Harry? What's it say?"

Harry spun around to face Draco, clutching the letter to his chest so he couldn't see what it said. He was panicking., What was he thinking, trusting Draco?! He thoughts began to race.

"Look at him," Harry thought to himself. "Just waiting, plotting carefully the perfect moment to annihilate me.Loves me my ass. He's just waiting for the perfect moment, and then...BANG!"

The bang wasn't only in Harry's thoughts, but on the bedroom door as well. He reached into his pocket to find his wand missing. He nearly fainted with panic, looking around the room frantically for something to protect himself.

"No breakfast yet." Draco said, and Harry heard footesteps retreat from the door as a house-elf went back down the stairs.

Draco got out of bed and crossed the room to Harry. "You know," he said, "I really like spending time with you, Harry.I've been waiting for a long time to be alone with you."

Sweat broke out on Harry's face. He glanced around the room again, and finally saw his wand sitting on the nightstand not more than five feet away. Harry grabbed it quickly and pointed it in Draco's face.

"Don't come closer!" he yelled, trying to think quickly.

Draco jumped back. "Harry," he said, "what's going on? You act surprised. You know how I feel about you."

Harry mentally punched himself for being so stupid as to trust a Malfoy. "I told you," he said louder, "don't come any closer! I'll curse you, Draco Malfoy, I swear it."

Draco backed up slowly until he was against the bedpost. Harry had his wand so close to Draco's face it was almost touching his nose. "What do I do?" he thought to himself. "Should I just hold him like this until the Order gets here? Should I run?"

His thoughts were racing a mile a minute, but Harry knew he couldn't bring himself to curse Draco. He wanted to believe that Draco had changed, and that he really did love him. But who could ever believe a no good, Slytherin prefect...let alone a Malfoy?