Chapter 4

The sunbeam was making its way slowly over the bed, inch by inch, nothing more than a little stain of light on the blanket. Harry watched it silently, lying on his side, fully awake despite the fact that it was early in the morning.

Very early. Harry wasn't sure what hour it was, but surely it was somewhere around six o' clock. Way to early to lay awake in a soft bed.

Harry sighed quietly and snuggled a bit deeper into his soft pillow.

The mattress was comfortable, the silk blanket felt good on his skin, the whole bed was begging to sleep in it. It was more than he had had by the Dursleys. It was even more than what Dudley had. But he lay awake and watched a stain of light, which had sneaked its way through the curtains.

And the worst was, that he didn't know why.

Another sigh escaped Harry's mouth. Slowly he turned and stared at the ceiling, even if he couldn't see it clearly without his glasses. Maybe he wasn't able to sleep, because it has been his first night back in Hogwarts or because he was all alone, expect for his nemesis Draco Malfoy and Professor Snape.

That could be the reason. Especially when he thought about the strange behaviour of Malfoy, first in the train and then on the platform in Hogsmeade. And of course Snape's nice words in front of Hogwarts.

Malfoy's words about a room they would share until the school began.

Harry frowned. A shared room. That was maybe another reason why he couldn't sleep anymore. He had slept with his rival in the same room. Harry turned his head and looked across the room, to the second bed, just a few feet away from him and to the person laying on it.

Draco Malfoy had no problems to sleep sweet and soundly. Harry blushed a bit. He had been so shocked as he had heard that would share a room with the Slytherin. All possible thoughts had jumped into his head, beginning by, that Malfoy would try to kiss him again, to the thought that he would take the chance and do something more with him.

And this last thought had produced a heated blush all over Harry's body, that he didn't had knew was comfortable or not.

A deep sigh escaped Harry. It seemed that, since the beginning of the holidays, there was nothing he knew exactly anymore. Lazy he let his eyes roam the room. In many ways it wasn't different from the Gryffindor dorm, but at least in the design. Like the colours.

Red and gold beside green and silver.

Gryffindor colours and Slytherin colours side by side. Harry sighed. Why couldn't he sleep in his own room in Gryffindor tower?

"When you sigh again I will make you stop, and believe me, you will not like my method."

Harry flinched at the sudden voice. His gaze returned to the other bed, where he met sleepy silver grey eyes.

"Malfoy, you're awake?"

Malfoy let out a tired sort of snort and stretched lazy, just like a cat. Because of the movement his blanket slipped a bit and Harry felt his face heat up again. The silk lay half over Malfoy's naked chest. And one leg that lay over the blanket was naked, too.

/Has he slept without his pyjama on /

Harry gasp as his mind send him pictures of a naked Malfoy. Very detailed pictures.

/Oh, great Merlin./

Harry hid his blushed face in his hands. That was nothing he must see. Not when he was laying in a bed.

Draco winced as the back of his neck cracked slightly. Maybe it hasn't been such a good idea to use three pillows, instead of his usually one. But he had been tempted and had needed a distraction. A good distraction.

For the health of his mind-and body-it hadn't been such a good idea to have his desired love laying just a few metres away from him. He had needed all his self-control to not climb in Harry's bed and follow his wishes.

That would have shocked Harry more than anything, and that was the least that Draco wanted.

He stretched again and smiled, as he felt the silk glide sensitive over his naked skin.

A small gasp caught Draco's attention. Surprised he turned his head. And couldn't hold back a grin as he saw Harry lying on his bed, his face hidden beneath his hands. He could see quite clearly the blush creeping down Harry's neck.

A blushing Harry was more adorable, than a relaxed. Draco's grin widened. Not that he had seen a relaxed Harry since he stepped into the compartment.

And a Harry who replied a kiss was the best.

A kiss.

With his grin still on his handsome face Draco stood up.

Harry hadn't even time to react as he suddenly felt his blanket been lifted, followed from something heavy and warm descent on him. Shocked he removed his hands from his face and found himself face to face with Malfoy.

"Malfoy, what…..."

The blond Slytherin smiled. "…..am I doing?" he ended the sentence. Gently he caught Harry's wrist with his hands. "I just wanted to wish you a good morning. "

Harry gasped as Malfoy pinned his hands beside his head on the pillow. Wide eyed he stared up at Malfoy-and tried to ignore the very obvious feeling of the body that pressed him not uncomfortable into the mattress. "A good morning ! Correct me if I'm wrong, but I'm sure that I never wished Ron a good morning laying naked on him."

Harry winced, as he heard his own voice, not as strong and cool, as he wanted it to be. Instead his voice sound meek and slightly trembling.

Malfoy snorted a bit. "I'm sure that you hadn't missed anything. Lying on the weasel. Brrrr. What a thought."

Harry bit his teeth to hold back a moan, as Malfoy squirmed a bit moving his pyjama top.

"Get off me."

Malfoy grinned and moved a bit more and this time Harry couldn't hold back a moan, as he felt Malfoy's belly on his own exposed skin. It felt so good….but it wasn't suppose to. Draco was his enemy.

/Oh, Merlin./

"I think I will stop when you give me a good Morning kiss ," Malfoy smirked, rubbing his thumbs softly over Harry's wrist.

Harry gasped and his cheeks put on the colour of a tomato. "A kiss!"

Malfoy nodded." Yes, a good Morning kiss. But not a quick one on the cheek. A real nice one, right here."

He tipped with one finger on his lips, releasing Harry's wrist. To hold his balance he put his elbows beside Harry's head, but the shorter boy didn't notice it. Not even that his hands were free again. All he did was to stare at Malfoy's lips just a few inches from his own.

Lips that he knew were warm and soft.

Harry gulped. His mouth felt suddenly very dry. How could Malfoy demand something like this from him?

A kiss. He couldn't do that. He...

Harry shuddered as Malfoy brushed his breath softly over his face, over his lips. Lips that were now only half a centimetre from his own. Just a little movement and their mouths would touch in a kiss.

A kiss. Longing and despise were fighting inside him for control. But….

Finally Harry took a deep breath-not easy with Malfoy's weight on him-closed his eyes and pressed his lips on the ones of the Slytherin. And nearly away again as he felt the warmth of the other.

But Malfoy caught his head and continued the kiss. Gently he swept his lips over Harry's, slowly and carefully. Just like in the train. Warming him, soothing him, creating a comfortable heat in his body.

Harry moaned and obeyed, as Malfoy coaxed him gently to open his mouth-and jerked in surprise as the Blond brushed his tongue against his, embracing it, playing with it.

Harry let out a small cry at the foreign feeling. It wasn't like anything he had felt before. It was strange, hot, scary, breathtaking and wonderful at the same time. He wanted it to stop. He wanted it to never stop. This was nothing like he thought a kiss would be like.

With a last short kiss Malfoy broke his lips from Harry's, panting lightly, but with a satisfied gleam in his eyes. "Now, that is what I call a good Morning kiss."

Harry just groaned and tried to get enough air in his lungs, while he slowly and reluctant undid his hands from Malfoy's neck. "Will you get off me now?" he managed to say after a minute of breathing. Yes, he wanted that Malfoy standing up from him, no matter how he liked...

/No./

Malfoy grinned and rolled on one side, releasing the shorter boy. "Of course."

With a heated blush creeping up from his neck to his face, Harry grabbed his glasses from the bedside table in a hurry and keeping his eyes low he fled into the bathroom. He needed a shower. A cold one.

Draco grin changed into a small chuckle as he heard the door to the bath close.

"I hope the shower will help you, love," he mumbled and lowered himself onto Harris bed with a dreamy smile on his lips.

Harry let out a deep sigh as he opened the doors of the big hall and his first sight fell on the tall figure of Professor Snape, sitting on one of the tables, breakfast before him.

/One Slytherin after another. At least this one will not try to kiss me. I hope./

More than reluctantly Harry strolled forward. "Good morning, Professor," he said, as he reached the table. Snape just shot a short glance out of his black eyes in his direction, before he continued what he was doing.

Now that Harry stood beside him, he could see that a newspaper lay on the table. And he could see quite clearly the headline.

/ Minister Fudge declared that all the rumours about You-know-who's return are false. Every../

"What !" Harry grabbed the paper. Surely he hadn't read right. But the line didn't change before his eyes.

"This……this……How can he say something like that ? He was here. He saw Cedric."

"Oh, he knows quite clearly that it is true. But he doesn't want to believe. He's to scared. And that can cost us everything." Snape reached his hand out and took the newspaper from Harry's numb hands. He smirked as he saw Harry's shocked eyes. "Not everyone can be so brave as you, Mister Potter. They fear Voldemort more than anything and don't want to lose their hope that he is gone forever. So, it is on us to do something about it."

Harry opened his mouth to say something, but he couldn't. Blankly he stared at his Potions teacher. What had happened to him that he was suddenly so nice?

"I think I know what bothers you, Harry." Snape said and locked his eyes with that of the boy. Harry shuddered as he heard Snape speaking his first name, without anger or hate. "You cannot understand why I'm suddenly so nice to you, am I right?"

Harry could only nod. Shortly he let his eyes glance to Snape's right sleeve, where he knew was Voldemort's branding.

"I can only say, that there is no need anymore to hate you. We will need all our combined strength to fight Voldemort and have no time to waste anything of it for little children fights. Something that you and Malfoy have seemed to understand." A grin spread over Snape's face, something that Harry had never seen before. It made Snape's face nearly handsome. Harry blushed furiously.

/ Oh no. Don't think that. Don't think that./

He coughed a little to hide his embarrassment. "I…...Malfoy.." Harry sighed. "I don't know if I should trust Malfoy. After all, he is a Malfoy and had never made a secret out of it that he hates muggles and mudbloods. I don't know why he acts so strange all of a sudden."

"You forget to say that he is also a Slytherin. "Snape snorted a bit. "Maybe it will surprise you, Potter, but not all Slytherin are followers of Voldemort. Look at me for an example."

Harry frowned. "I know that you spy for Professor Dumbledore. But I don't know why. And I don't want to know when I'm honest. That is something between you and the Headmaster. The reason why I don't understand Malfoy is his behaviour. Before the holidays he hated me and now.."

"He kisses you. And you like it," Snape interrupted holding Harry's protest back with just his eyes. "And that is what you don't understand. Your own feelings. As for Malfoy. I know his reasons, but that he must tell you on his own. I can just say: In this times you need people you can trust. As many as possible."

Harry gulped. His own feelings. Silent he looked down on the table. A plate full of delicious food had appeared before him and his growling stomach remembered him of his hunger. Slowly he sat down.

"I never thought I would say such a thing, but I think you're right, Professor. Before I think about the action motives of other people, I should think about my own." Snape raised an eyebrow and Harry grinned. "But don't get used to it. I love arguing with you way to much, to give it up completely."

Snape snorted. "I'm right more often than you think, Mister Potter."

"What a nice atmosphere. Can I join?"

Harry blushed as Malfoy's tall figure appeared beside him. The blond Slytherin smiled wide and sat down beside Harry without asking, sending Snape a good morning nod.

"And what where you talking about? I've never seen you two so peacefully."

"That question I could send back." Snape threw a meaningful look at Malfoy's hand laying on Harry's shoulder." But I don't ask, because I know the answer."

Harry felt his blush rise to new heights. Would this ever stop?

Malfoy just grinned. Snape rolled his eyes and stood up to leave.

"Professor, just one question. " Harry asked, before Snape could leave the hall. "Sir, where are Professor Dumbledore and the other teachers? Why are only you here?"

Snape looked back at him. "A bit late to ask this question, don't you think, Mister Potter?" And with that he left the hall.

Harry frowned and stared at the closed doors. "He didn't answer me. Where are the others?"

Malfoy raised his arms defensively. "Don't look at me. I arrived here yesterday, too, like you. I don't know where the others are. But I have a question for you."

Harry raised an eyebrow and looked at Malfoy. "A question?"

"Yes." Malfoy leaned forward until his face was just an inch before Harry. "Tell me, Harry, that kiss in the train, that was your first, wasn't it?"

Harry could only nod because he knew his voice wouldn't obey him and he was sure that he was as red as Ron's hair. Malfoy smiled and touched Harry's cheek softly with his hand. "So, I own you first kiss, I, Draco Malfoy. Who would have thought that."

He leaned back into his seat and Harry took a deep breath. "Will you ever tell me why you do this?"

"Of course." Malfoy turned back to his plate that had appeared before him. "I will tell you when you trust me. And you can trust me."

Harry sighed. Why didn't he ever receive a proper answer?