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An/ poetry/prophesy

Draco thought

Harry thought

Normal

~~~ = scene/pov change

Chapter11:

God, that was great; it was wonderful, amazing, I feel so different! I am no longer a virgin, cool. I no longer apply for virgin sacrifices. I am now… Harry looked over at the boy curled up at his waist, and identified the blonde curls. What the Hell have I done? Malfoy? I was taken by Draco? Oh god, my friends will kill me. I will kill me! How did it happen?

We argued, we fought, we… we… why does everything bad have to feel so good? It can never happen again? Never! Never! That means we'll have to stop these … what did he call them? 'Clandestine liaisons'. No more kissing for you, Mr Potter!

Look at him, he looks like an angel, a tainted angel, a banished seraphim; impure mind within a heavenly body, beauty encapsulated in that innocent frame, he's… he's… beau… he's waking up!

Draco, not being the cheeriest of people when waking up, opened his eyes, rolled over and unceremoniously moaned a quiet whimper.  Harry laughed at this new side to the usually immaculate aristocrat. Draco registered it, got up quickly and glared. "What are you still doing here? Go eat your dinner, like a good boy. Leave me in peace."

"Do you know what we just did?" asked Harry, incredulous of the tone of Draco's voice.

"Yes, I lost my mind. You experienced just how passionate I can be."

"But," Harry was devastated. What did you expect? It probably hasn't been his first time in years.

"Oh, did it mean something to you? Well, here's a leaving token." Draco caught Harry in a brief yet smouldering kiss. "Run along now, I need to shower." Draco got up and made for the bathroom.

"Don't turn your back on me! You took something from me earlier, and I don't want it to be meaningless!"

"I didn't mean it to happen. One moment I wanted to rip your arrogant head off, next, you were giving it to me. by the way, thumbs up to the first timer, very good first try."

"But you started it!"

"How old are you Potter? Stop acting your shoe size and start acting it!" Harry's reply to this was a small hmph. "If you don't mind, I have to shower. I don't actually enjoy the idea of smelling like someone else's sweat."

"Could I have one?"

"You want to come in as I shower? You have a one-track mind." Draco raised his eyebrows.

"No," said Harry, blushing profusely. "I just need a shower too."

"By all means, the Gryffindor tower is five stairways that-a-way." Draco pointed to the door.

"You evil bugger! Why can't I use yours?"

"You answered that yourself. It's mine." Draco disappeared into the bathroom.

"Damn you. Stupid… cloak… find… can-t see…" Harry muttered angrily as he rummaged on his knees trying to find his invisible invisibility cloak. "AHA!" his foot caught on a silky material. He turned and pulled the material into his hands.

"What do you think you are doing? I just had a shower, I don't intend on getting dirty again… unless you swallow."

Harry looked up; in his hands was a red satin dressing gown. Above him was a clean nude Draco with an amused smirk playing across his features. Harry's head was directly facing another part of Draco's anatomy.

"Sorry, I was looking for my cloak," said Harry, trying to look everywhere but straight ahead.

"Not so bashful earlier"

"You weren't so superior either."

"It was a one-off. This is the usual order of things."

"Don't get used to it, Malfoy."

"Back to surnames, Potter?"

"When wasn't it that way?"

"In random bouts of madness. You can use my shower if you want."

"Thanks."

"Don't mention it." Harry ran into the bathroom to clean himself up. He returned wrapped in a snake incrusted towel.

"Patriotic snakes, you lot!"

"At least our colours don't clash. Silver is the most elegant colour in the world."

"It probably is. Did you find my cloak?" asked Harry.

"You thought I'd look?"

"No, ok then." Harry began to scramble again

"Look, get dressed, I'll find it." Draco picked up his wand, "accio Potter's invisibility cloak!" Harry watched amazed as his cloak flew to Draco, rendering his wand arm invisible as it draped across it.

"Why didn't I think of that?"

"Because you're stupid. Now go to dinner before your followers get nervous."

"What about you?"

"A house elf serves me dinner here. You know him, I believe."

"Dobby?"

"Yes. Not all of my family were bad to him. He owes me his life several times over."

"Ok," Harry left the room, cloak over himself.

"Potter?" said Draco, with a devilish smirk on his face.

"Yup?"

"You talk in your sleep."