Hi, didn't mean to be demanding, and thanks for the advice. I feel like an evil old man, or woman. I've decided on a path to take this story, and some of you may be uncomfortable with it. Also, I've decided this will be very short, unless anyone requests more, which I doubt. This being my first story, I'm not good with plots.

Chapter 2

The Friendship Room

Severus looked at the room. It was largish, with a queen sized bed and a single bed. It had window between the two, which were parallel to each other, with the headboard touching the far wall on each. There were two desks, and wooden chairs. The fireplace was roaring, and there was a strange muggle contraption in a corner. There was a door that lead to a bathroom, complete with shower and towels.

"Potter what's that?" asked Malfoy, pointing at the muggle thing.

"It's a fridge, muggles put food in it to keep it cool," he answered. Malfoy sneered in distaste, but sat down on a chair.

"I call the big bed!" yelled Malfoy, much like a seven year old.

"I call the small one!" called Severus, knowing someone would have to share. Potter looked around.

"Sir, there's no extra bed," he said to Albus. Albus beamed.

"It seems as though you and Draco will be sharing, it's large after all," Potter and Malfoy opened their mouths in horror.

"No arguments boys," said Albus, walking through the portrait hole, "and lights are out at10:30, and I've taken your wands. I trust you boys, but I'm afraid you may fight, and at least this way it won't be fatal. If you need me, use the floo network. No deduction of house points." They sighed, and found spots to sit. Malfoy rooted around in the 'fridge', Severus read a potions book on his bed, and Potter wrote a charms essay in the corner. A few minutes later, Malfoy sat at the other desk, and pulled out a divination paper.

"You take that subject?" asked Potter.

"It's easy," replied Malfoy.

"Yeah, last year all I did was predict my death in different gruesome ways, and I got an O," said Potter, grinning.

"Well we have something in common already, we dislike Trelawney," said Malfoy, laughing. 10 came around and Severus decided to shower. The shower was a nice temperature; he had a much more relaxing one then the one in the morning. He changed in the bathroom and emerged only to have Malfoy run in with a pained expression, and some odd green substance on his head. Potter had it on him too.

"What is that?" asked Severus in distaste.

"Malfoy discovered Jell-O," replied Potter, snickering. 20 minutes later, Malfoy finished, and walked over to the bed he shared with Potter clad only in a towel. Severus trailed his eyes down the pale body, noting the small scars on his abdomen, most likely from Lucius. His eyes travelled over the thin, built chest, flat slightly muscled stomach and on the other side of the towel, his thin pale legs. Potter also looked at Malfoy's body, then shook his head and went to the shower.

"Malfoy, are those scars from Lucius?" asked Severus.

"Yes, right after the confession, he wasn't pleased. After all, how could I produce an heir with a male?" he replied. 5 minutes later, Potter returned also in a towel. Severus noted they had similar builds, small and thin, and they both had scars. But where Malfoy was pale, Potter was tanned. Both had little hair on their bodies, but Severus remembered James and Lily being hairless, and Malfoy's hair might just be blonde. Realising he had just been checking out his two 16 year old students, Severus averted his eyes and returned to his book. Malfoy was dressed in green silk pyjamas, and Potter was in an old tight shirt and boxers. Severus reached into his pocket to get his wand, only to remember Albus had taken it. Suddenly, the lights flickered out. Malfoy screamed.

"That annoying man! Now I can't find my comb!" Potter's green eyes were barely visible, but Severus could clearly see them rolling.

"You'll be fine Malfoy, go to sleep,"

"My hair is more important!" whined Malfoy. Severus was starting to doubt he was actually 16. He decided to comment on it.

"Malfoy are you 16?"

"Of course, why?" he replied.

"Well you're acting like a 6 year old," Severus replied smugly.

"Sir, are you 38?" asked Potter.

"Not that it's any of your concern Potter but yes, I am. I'm the same age as your father would be," replied Severus, not knowing where this was going.

"Well, you're acting like a 68 year old," replied Potter, laughing. Malfoy didn't bother covering up his laugh. Severus glared.

"Potter that will be 20 points from Gryffindor for insulting a teacher,"

"Sir you can't remove points while we're stuck in this hell hole," reminded Malfoy.

"Do not use such crude language in my presence Mr. Malfoy," replied Severus, still angry. They all lay down in tense silence for a while, with Malfoy and Potter whispering to each other.

"Malfoy, move over!" hissed Potter.

"I am a Malfoy, I will do what I want," replied Malfoy childishly.

"Your stupid button is stuck on my shirt!" Malfoy shifted and swore. Severus was tempted to remove points, but he remembered Malfoy was from his house just in time. He needed something to use over the annoying Gryffindor head of house, and he wasn't allowed to take points. That and he wanted to see what was progressing between Potter and Malfoy. He was always good at watching people, years of experience.

"Potter, this is a very expensive button, we can rip your hideous shirt instead, but I refuse to destroy an expensive shirt," said Malfoy.

"No way! Someone special gave this to me!" exclaimed Potter.

"Who, your girlfriend?" sneered Malfoy.

"No Malfoy," sighed Potter, blushing slightly. Malfoy looked at him oddly.

"Ok, Malfoy, we need to try to unhook your button with out hurting it," said Potter, pressing against Malfoy to relieve the tension on the button thread. Malfoy flushed slightly but agreed, slipping his fingers into the hole in Potter's shirt to grasp the button.

"One, two, three pull!" said Potter, trying to slide out. The both groaned in pain and then fell into a heap.

"Ouch, Malfoy move your stupid wand, it's poking me in the leg!" hissed Potter, sounded frustrated. Severus could clearly see Malfoy's eyes rolling, but he was still bright pink.

"Potter, Dumbledore took away our wands so we could be tortured, remember?"

"Then what's poking me, do you have points hip bones?" asked Potter, shifting slightly. Malfoy moaned softly, and Potter looked at him.

"Malfoy, are you hard?"

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