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Chapter 5
"Oh god, yes!" there was some shuffling noises a squeal then a thud before it continued, "YES!" Ron blushed a bright crimson. He held the Marauders map in his left hand while his right hand was at the doorknob. 'Do I really want to go in there?' he asked himself. An image of Hermione's death glare came back into his head. 'I better.'
Shutting his eyes tightly he opened the door, he threw the paper in and slammed it shut again. 'Whew, that was close!' He smiled and opened his eyes, only to look straight into the beady eyes of Snape.
"50 points from Gryffindor for being out after curfew, as well as detention with Filch for the rest of the week." He sighed, "Yes Professor." Snape smirked and strolled down the hallways, looking for more unsuspecting students.
'The things I do for them! And they don't even appreciate me...'
"What was that?" Draco asked, shutting off the strange muggle telly. Harry, with a giant load of food in his arms, bent down to pick it up, dropping all the food in the process.
"Smooth, Potter." Draco said, smirking. He got off the couch and stopped in front of the letter, only to realize he couldn't bend over. He groaned in frustration, struggling to bend down again. Harry laughed and said, "Oh, don't strain yourself darling." Draco glared at him but none the less, he stopped trying to bend over.
With a quick charm, the food mess was cleared away. Harry bent down and picked up the letter, reading it aloud.
Harry,
You have not been paying any attention in class so I thought I should tell you these things, We have a 15-inch essay on the Dreamless Sleep Potion due on Monday for Potions. We have to be able to Transfigure a teapot into a rose tomorrow, as well as write a 2-inch essay on the difference between changing a teapot into a cat and a teapot into a plant. We transfigured the cat yesterday, remember? For Hagrid we need to write a five-inch essay on the types of food a chinevra eats.
You need to ask Ron for your Divintation homework, whenever I ask him he starts laughing. I have taken the liberty of supplying you with some basic notes as well. THIS IS A ONE-TIME THING! It's obvious there's something on your mind so I thought you would need some help.
Hermione
Harry smiled, thanking Hermione in his mind. "I finished all of that already." Draco said casually, twirling Harry's hand around with his finger, "It was easy." Harry laughed and asked, "Well than can you do mine?" Draco hit him on the back of his head.
"Ow! You could've just said no!" he rubbed the back of his head. Draco simply smirked triumphantly and made his way back to his telly. "I could have, but that was way more fun." he sat down on the plush cushions, grabbing some nearby ice cream.
Harry smiled and flopped down next to Draco. "You're going to get fat eating all that ice-cream." he said, gesturing to the empty cartons that littered the room. Draco shrugged, replying with, "Well, I'm going to get fat anyway." He frowned at his tummy then, as if to blame it.
Harry laughed and wrapped his arms around the blonde.
Pansy Parkinson sat in an empty seat in the library, thinking. About what you ask? Draco's mysterious disappearances of course!
She pretended to flip through a, Advanced Charms book so Madame Pince wouldn't kick her out. 'Where is her going?' she wondered, 'Is it a girl?' no, she had already interrogated all the Slytherin girls, even some boys. 'Unless it's not a Slytherin.' she thought, flipping through the book in front of her casually. 'That would explain the secrecy.' she wouldn't mind so much if she was from another house, as long as it wasn't Hufflepuff, she could only bend so far.
She was jealous of course; she was planning on breaking up the relationship as soon as possible.
Smirking she pulled out a piece of parchment with a list of highly detailed plans to get any couple to hate each other.
Little did she know, across the room, a certain Ginny Weasley was doing the exact same thing.
"No."
"This one?"
"No."
"What about this one?"
"No."
"This one?"
"No."
"Draco!" Harry yelled frustrated, He threw down the tan shoes he was holding and said, "Their just shoes! You can't even see them under the robes!" Draco glared at him. "You know nothing about style! Or proper clothing."
"Oh yeah?" Harry challenged, advancing on Draco, "I'll bet I can give you a total makeover, you'll look better then you ever have. And if your not satisfied, then well, you can give me a makeover." Draco smiled at the idea of fixing up his boyfriend.
"Alright, but don't do anything permanent, please?" Harry simply smirked.
Three hours later.
"I hardly call this a makeover." Draco said, scrutinizing himself in the bathroom mirror. Harry stood in the doorway, his hands in his pockets and practically drooling, "Are you kidding? You're hot!" Draco was wearing all tight fitting leather with chains; it was very small and barely covered him.
The blonde turned around to face him, raising an eyebrow, "Please stop drooling, it's disgusting." he said, his face contorting into mild disgust and amusement. Harry just smirked before sighing and saying, "Yes, yes, I am so unbecoming."
Draco nodded his agreement before turning his gaze back to the mirror, "I do look good though don't I?" he asked, brushing away an invisible fleck of dust. He scrutinized the mirror before saying, "But he rather large belly sort of ruins the look, doesn't it?" he asked, putting his hands on his pale stomach.
Harry stepped forward, putting his hands around the blonde's waist he looked into the mirror. With a smirk, he whispered seductively into his ear, "No way, you look way sexy." Draco blushed and swatted his hands away. "Whatever." he headed to the bathroom to change into some robes, "It's almost breakfast." he said from the doorway, "You should get ready."
Harry pouted, looking Draco up and down, "The food can wait can't it?" he asked, strolling over to him. Draco glared, "I am not going to miss breakfast." he stated before rudely slamming the door to the bathroom in his face.
Harry sighed, staring dejectedly at the door as if wishing it would magically open. A smirk, Of course, magic. With a wave of his hand the door opened, 'Sorry Draco love, but we're going to have to miss breakfast after all...'
"Where is he?" Ginny asked, she was sitting in the Great Hall, looking around frantically, "Where IS he?!" Hermione and Ron both sighed in unison, as soon as they had entered the Great Hall t He had been bombarded with questions.
"Look, Gin, he's busy, B-U-S-Y." Ron spelled out, glaring at her. Hermione nodded her agreement, eating a rather large portion of broccoli.
Ginny glared at them and said, "Honestly! Some friends you are, not even worried about his where abouts! You-Know-Who could get him!" she was waving her arms around frantically. Hermione sighed, going back to her food. Ron just shook his head and said, "Don't worry Gin, Harry's absolutely fine." he fought back a blush as some pictures of what he was probably doing now popped up in his head, 'Argh!'
Ginny glared at them both one last time before turning around to interrogate Neville.
Hermione leaned over and whispered to him, "I think we should keep an eye on her, she could ruin everything for Harry and Draco, I wouldn't put it past her to try and break them up if she knew they were dating." Ron nodded, "We need to try and keep her away from Harry then." he said, smiling.
Hermione was looking past him though, at none other than Pansy Parkinson. Ron looked at her strangely, "I think we should keep an eye on Pansy too." she noted, nodding her head in her direction. Ron followed her gaze and couldn't help but grin when he saw Pansy questioning Crabbe and Goyle.
"I don't think she'll be getting anything out of those two." he said with a small laugh. Hermione giggled too.
"By the way," she said, her face turning half-serious, "have you noticed anything strange about Malfoy?" Ron looked at her, confusion shining in his pale blue eyes. "No..." Hermione nodded, seeming to be thinking about something.
He watched as her eyebrows drew together before her normal expression came back, "I know, it must have something to do with us catching those two in bed the other day." she said, "Maybe he's embarrassed or something."
Ron nodded, shoveling some yellowish eggs and some juicy sausages into his mouth. "Probably, though it was really disgusting to see them..." he left that sentence hanging, "it was worth it to she his face when he realized who walked in on him."
Hermione giggled at him, nodding her head. "I've never seen him look so..." She frowned, "Disgusted?" Ron asked, she nodded, "Yes, disgusted."
They both then began to talk about mundane and boring things until the end of breakfast.
"Jerk." Draco said, he was gazing at his empty bottle of shampoo with a solemn expression, he sniffed, "How could you?!" Harry stood there, awkward in his velvety maroon towel, confused.
"Huh?" he said smartly. Draco turned his head to glare at him, "That was my last bottle of shampoo." he stated. Harry nodded, not liking where this was going. "Custom made, you know?"
Harry nodded again. "You realize," he began, making sure the black haired boy was listening before he continued, "that now I will have to borrow someone else's, lesser shampoo?" Harry, still looking adorably confused, nodded. "Do you know that that custom shampoo was made so that my hair doesn't curl or frizz up?"
Harry looked at him for a moment before understanding dawned and he burst into a fit of giggles, "Oh my god, you have curly hair?" he asked, before bursting into another round of laughter. Draco straightened his back and glared.
"Yes." he said, eerily calm. Harry continued to laugh, oblivious to his lover's dangerous mood. "You, the great Malfoy heir, the great evil git, the perfect little-"
"Yes, we get your point Potter." Draco said irritably.
"-death eater, has curly hair?" he laughed some more, clutching his sides. Draco looked at him for a moment before hitting him on the side of the head roughly. "Ow! What was that for!" Draco glared at him and headed to the bathroom. With purposeful strides he strode in and slammed the door and locked it, (With a charm this time!) He smiled when he heard the green -eyed boy abruptly stop laughing and he could hear the soft padding of feet as he came to the door.
"I'm sorry baby." he said, leaning against the door, "I won't make fun of your hair ever again, I promise." he could hear the sincerity in his voice but decided to play around with this a bit.
With a fake sniff and a childish voice he asked, "You promise?" He heard Harry say sadly, "Yes baby, I'm really sorry."
With a smirk Draco said, "Too bad, I'm not coming out." Harry laughed, and said, "Well you better come out, class starts in two minutes."
'WHAT!?' he heard Harry's laughter double ten-fold and realized that he had said that out loud. He ignored it and threw open the door, "Shit!" he said, frantically racing around, picking up his homework and books. He began to run out the door but was held back by strong tan arms.
"LET ME GO!" he shouted, but when Harry didn't move he began pleading, "Please Harry...I don't want to be late, I've never been late before." he struggled as the arms tightened, "Harry, please!" he beat his fist upon the large hands, "Let me go!" he said in a desperate plea.
He felt Harry washboard chest rumble as he laughed. "I need to get to class!" he said again, looking at the clock. Harry managed to look confused and with a smirk said, "On a Saturday?"
Draco froze and in a deathly calm voice said, "I am so going to kill you Potter." Harry simply smiled and clutched him tighter, dragging him back into the room. "Oh yeah baby," he said smiling, "punish me!" Draco fought a blush and glared.
"I don't have to deal with this, I'm a pregnant man!" he stated, heading to the bathroom again. Harry just lay on the bed, watching amused as Draco struggled to open the bathroom door. He watched as his love turned around, stopping briefly to glare at him, before heading to the exit.
When he found that one was locked too, he turned to glare at him, "What is the meaning of this?" he demanded, stomping his foot adorably. Harry shrugged and with a small smile said, "I dunno, maybe the doors malfunctioning or something..."
Draco glared at him heatedly for a while before sighing and flopping on the bed next to him, "I hate you." he said. Harry just smiled and leaned forward to say into his ear, "I love you too." he kissed him on the cheek and pulled the blonde against him.
He reached down and pulled the blanket up over them both before falling asleep to his loves soft breathing.
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