Strangely, there were no questions Harry needed to ask himself before he started to lead Draco up to the Gryffindor common room. By now, the idea of Draco being alone in his own house was a horrible one.

"He didn't do anything, did he?" Harry asked, sounding as if he thought something did happen. It certainly seemed like it.

"No, no he didn't," Draco responded softly. The urge to cry had stopped and he was resting against Harry with one of his arms around his shoulders. "I'm going to be in trouble though."

"What happened?"

"I told him off for what he's been doing. Then my father came into the argument..."

Harry fought back a sigh. How he'd gotten so caught up in this situation, he didn't want to think about. Though he did need to think about what to do next. Draco needed someone here for him, and he needed someone right now.

"Okay, you'll stay with me until we can get things straightened out. I'll tell my friends to not say anything; they'll keep their promise." Harry added that reassuringly when Draco turned to nervously glance at him.

"I'm not sure what to do about you going to classes or meals or even getting dressed though. You're usually in your own common room. I suppose you could just let the Slytherins see that you'd rather be with me, so you can do those things with no worries, but..."

"My father will find out."

"... not if I let Dumbledore know. You'll be safe if I tell him people are after you. Why can't you trust him? You trust me."

Draco fell quiet, not knowing what to say about that. The only reason he disliked Dumbledore in the first place was because of his father. But he knew that telling the headmaster about this would help. He'd be safe in the castle.

"Okay," Draco gave in, "You can tell Dumbledore, but I don't want to go back to the Slytherins. I want to stay with you."

Harry glanced sideways at Draco, looking worried and a bit wary toward the boy. "You won't have to go back. I'll make sure of it."

"You're wonderful then," Draco said, sounding much more relaxed than a few moments ago. That same content smile from earlier crept onto his face.

"Um, Malfoy?" Harry spoke up as they made their way further along the next few staircases.

"Potter?" Draco replied, sounding amused. "No more first names." That last bit Harry hardly heard; he thought the boy was talking to himself.

"Ok... well, I was wondering where exactly you're planning on sleeping tonight. Is the couch in the common alright?"

"Will you be down there too?"

"No, I'll be up in my dorm, but..."

"Then I'll go up there too."

"Malfoy, there are no extra beds up there."

"Then give me yours."

"What? I can't sleep on the floor..."

"Fine! We'll share!" Draco exclaimed impatiently. He was wondering why the boy wasn't acting too polite, when he was the one bringing him back to his common room.

"What? No!" Harry said quickly.

Draco sent Harry a stubborn glare and saw that the boy was blushing furiously. It wiped the glare right off his face and was replaced by a sly smirk. "How about yes?"

"How about no?" Harry replied, his voice a near mutter.

"Why not?"

"It's the same bed! I'm not going to share it with you! What if, you know...?"

Draco watched him with interest as he tried to come up with an excuse. "Oh." Draco stopped walking. Out of nowhere, he pushed Harry up against the nearest wall. He wasn't at all forceful about it. He proceeded to snuggle up against the other boy. "You're just worried about people seeing us, aren't you?" He asked quietly.

Harry appeared to have swallowed his response. Draco's actions were putting him into a state of shock. Though he didn't find himself right away thinking to tell the boy to stop.

"Not worried about any other reason?" Draco whispered, this time his lips near Harry's ear. He was brushing the side of his face against Harry's own as his hands moved to grip onto the sides of Harry's shirt. One leg slid between both of the Gryffindor's when he pulled himself closer.

Harry's eyes shut tightly, his arms planted against he wall as if glued there. "Malfoy, what are you doing?" He breathed.

The Slytherin sounded slightly sleepy. "Warming up to you. Would you like to sleep with me now?"

Harry's eyes suddenly snapped open. "What?"

"Sleep with me. This doesn't feel bad at all, does it? Or at least it doesn't to me..." Draco let out a quiet breath of air, which brushed over Harry's neck. He shivered. What was Draco talking about?

"I'm sorry. M-malfoy... I can't..."

"Oh, Potter," Draco said with annoyance. He quickly pulled away from him, rolling his eyes. "I meant sharing the same bed, you git. I wasn't being literal."

Harry blushed an even deeper red when Draco explained himself. He should've known; what the hell was he thinking! Draco couldn't have drunk that much. His sarcasm was coming back, after all.

Trying to ignore the fact that he'd made a complete idiot of himself, he straightened up and ran a hand through his messy raven locks. "I knew what you meant," Harry retorted defensively.

"You sure did, P-potter." Malfoy smirked. He'd tried to imitate Harry's voice.

"Oh, shut it," Harry said hurriedly. He grabbed Draco's arm and started heading he rest of the way to the Gryffindor common. Draco was grinning to himself the entire time, appearing glad to have affected Harry that way.

And Harry had to admit that when Draco had been that close and then pulled away, he found himself missing the warmth. He missed the way he'd felt so good, knowing that Draco...

Oh god, what am I thinking? This is Malfoy. MALFOY. A boy, which is even more...

"You know, this is supposed to be a serious matter," Harry said suddenly. They were nearing the portrait of the Fat Lady. "You're acting quite calm right now."

"I feel better now that I'm with you," Draco replied simply. He was still smirking.

Harry gave him a skeptical glance. "All of a sudden?"

"Obviously," Draco said, rolling his eyes again. "Wouldn't you try thinking about something else if you were me right now?" His smile faded a bit, waiting for an answer from Harry.

The boy stared at Draco a few moments, just thinking of how different the boy was acting even after all this had happened to him. Then he responded. "Yeah, I suppose you're right."

They both stopped at the portrait at that moment. Harry gave the Fat Lady the password before they both made their way inside.