All the Gryffindors came back at the same time to find Draco asleep on one of the beds. He was laying on his stomach, one of his arms hanging off the side. He'd been pacing around for minutes on end, waiting for Harry to return. It was a hard shove to his side that woke him up.

"Oh, god! Get him off, Harry!" Ron yelled. He'd been the one to shove Draco, and the boy nearly fell off the edge of the bed. His hand pressed against the floor to prevent himself from falling off the entire way.

"Stop it, Weasley!" Draco said angrily, "Are you trying to kill me!"

"Yes! Get off of my bed!"

A moment later, Draco felt someone grab the arm he'd been using to keep himself up. He was pulled the rest of the way off the bed, then jerked up into a standing position before he hit the floor. Draco stumbled sideways into Harry.

He noticed that all the boys from earlier were back, and that they were standing by what must've been their own beds. Harry took a step away from him, so they were no longer touching. Ron was glaring daggers at him.

"Why were you on Ron's bed?" Harry asked suspiciously.

"I fell asleep on it," Draco replied darkly. He was returning the redhead's glare.

"Try aiming for mine next time."

"He was asleep on your bed when we came here before dinner," Seamus said, looking over at Harry.

"Maybe he wasn't really asleep," Neville said.

"Yeah, he was probably faking it. I don't expect him to fall asleep in here too quickly."

"You can stop talking like I'm not here," Draco muttered. With his gaze turned toward the floor, he made his way back over to Harry's bed and glumly sat down on it.

"What are you even doing in here?" Seamus inquired. "Because there's a couch downstairs."

"I prefer to be up here," Draco replied quietly. He didn't bother looking up.

"Why?" Seamus persisted.

"Because."

"Because why?"

"Don't you ever mind you own business?" Draco snapped. He glared at Seamus this time.

"Hey!" Dean started.

"Just stop!" Harry warned. He didn't want any fights. He was surprised everyone had taken things rather easily to begin with, and having it get worse wasn't something that would help.

Everyone fell quiet and Ron continued glaring at Draco as he brushed off the top of his bed. He made it appear as though it were a disgusting task. Draco scowled at him. "I didn't do anything to your blankets."

"How do I know?" Ron muttered irritably.

"Oh, you're right. I was wanking off. Though I don't think you'll get it clean that way." Draco leaned back on his hands as he continued watching the boy, managing to keep a serious expression. Ron had frowned in repulsion and jumped away from his bed as soon as that was said. The others snorted with laughter.

"He was kidding, Ron," Harry said wearily.

Ron had turned red from the tips of his ears. He turned to his trunk so that he was able to ignore Draco. Eventually, they all did. And once all of them had their pajamas collected in their arms, they rushed all at once toward the bathroom door. Harry watched from the side.

"Hey, I was here first!"

"No, I was!"

"No! Ouch, that was my"

"Get away!"

"Stop pushing!"

They were all crowded in the doorframe, trying to get in at the same time. Draco watched them as if they were crazy, and Harry was staring at them oddly.

"What are you doing?" Harry asked them slowly. "Why don't you take turns? Or change in here, if you want?"

"What?" Seamus said loudly. He was in the back of the group, and as he turned around to stare wide-eyed at Harry, Dean rushed inside and closed the door.

"I said you can take turns or change in here," Harry repeated calmly.

Draco glanced at Harry with raised eyebrows. He could take a guess at why they were so worried about changing all of a sudden, and he was surprised Harry was oblivious to it. It was because of him. They didn't want Malfoy to see them. After all, word around the school was that he was gay.

"With Malfoy in here?" Seamus asked worriedly.

"Oh," Harry said quickly. He seemed to have gotten it then, and he sent a nervous glance Draco's way. "Well, I don't know."

Draco smirked. He wasn't sure why. Normally, knowing that Harry's entire dorm thought he was gay would piss him off. Maybe it was for the mere fact of knowing someone else in here might be too. After all, Harry had allowed that kiss.

"I won't look," Draco said, sounding amused.

"You think that I believe you?" Seamus accused.

"How would you know if I'm lying or not?"

"You lie all the time."

"Trust me, I'm not interested," Draco muttered.

Seamus merely shook his head and made his way back over to his bed. The others did the same, looking furious at Dean for racing into the bathroom before them.

Minutes went by in silence, and once Dean left the bathroom, Seamus raced inside for his turn. All of them did the same, until Draco was the only one left wearing no pajamas. Even Harry had taken a turn, which had made the Slytherin feel bad for a reason he didn't dwell on for too long on.

Everyone watched Draco as if expecting him to get up and go change too. When that didn't happen, they began climbing into their beds, ready to turn in for the night. Ron decided to speak, however.

"Do you even have your clothes, Malfoy?" Ron asked, his tone as unfriendly as possible.

"No, want me to borrow yours?" Draco retorted darkly.

Ron glared at him again, then climbed into his bed, pulling his covers roughly over his head.

"You can borrow mine," Harry said nonchalantly. He was busying himself by laying out a blanket across the floor. Draco turned around on the bed to watch him.

"You're not sleeping on your bed?"

"No."

"What about Weasley's?"

"No, I don't think he's in the mood right now," Harry mumbled quietly.

Draco sat there for a few more moments before standing up. He began pulling his shirt over his head so that he could change into the pajamas. He didn't act bothered by it at all, and he really wasn't, as long as Harry was the only one awake.

"You really are gay, aren't you Malfoy?" Seamus's voice sounded from behind him. Draco whipped around and quickly covered himself with his shirt. It didn't do much to hide anything. The boy was laying on his bed, blinking curiously over at him.

"No, I'm not!" Draco bit back."Then why were you kissing Blaise in the Great Hall?" He asked.

Draco instantly felt his cheeks burn red. Anger bubbled up inside him. "I wasn't."

Seamus snorted. "How could it not have been you? You're noticeable."

"You notice me?" Draco questioned harshly, trying that in his defense.

"Everyone does. You're a bloody git, and it isn't hard to miss you making out with another guy. When did you find this out?"

"Why are you so interested?"

Seamus shrugged one shoulder. "Just trying to find out if the rumors are true."

"Go to sleep!" Draco snapped. He turned back around, ready to ignore the boy if he decided to ask any more questions. The mere mention of Blaise had sent his head reeling; he didn't want to think about that bastard.

Without even bothering to change the rest of the way out of his clothes and into the pajamas Harry gave him, he crawled beneath the blankets on his bed. The pillow was used to cover his head. He could hear the Gryffindor on the floor beside him, trying to get comfortable.

A part of Draco felt sorry that he made the boy sleep on the floor, but he really wasn't used to that emotion enough to think much of it. He forced himself to close his eyes and think about other things; eventually, he fell asleep.

Draco woke up to loud snores in the middle of the night. And he noticed that he'd managed to get tangled up in his blankets, the pillow back beneath his head.

He glanced over to look for the source of the snores, and wasn't surprised to see that it was coming from Weasley's bed. Draco groaned, turning over the opposite way.

Then he ended up turning over again, and again... until he became frustrated enough to toss the blankets off of himself. Even with his eyes closed, it didn't work; he couldn't get back to sleep. He was cursing Weasley. How the hell were all the others sleeping through his racket?

He lay there for a few more minutes, deciding on what to do. He didn't want to wake up with bags under his eyes. Classes were tomorrow, and he didn't need people thinking that he'd been wandering around the castle the entire night because he was too afraid to go back to the common room. He'd rather them think he fell asleep in the library again.

Without a second thought, he quietly moved off of the bed, walking silently over to where Harry was sleeping. He was laying on his back, and Draco noticed that he was still wearing his glasses. The blanket was covering him halfway.

He kneeled down beside the boy, lightly shaking his shoulder. "Potter," he whispered. "Potter, wake up."

The boy didn't wake. Instead, he let out an incoherent grunt and hit Draco's hand away. The Slytherin narrowed his eyes. His whispers became louder, and he leaned far enough down to speak into his ear. "Wake up! I can't sleep!"

Again, it didn't work. The boy turned onto his side, facing away from Draco. Slightly annoyed, and knowing that he wasn't going to get anywhere by whispering, Draco crawled quietly around the boy, so that he was facing him again. He scanned over the other sleeping members in the room before he stared back down at Harry.

"Potter, if you don't wake up, I get to do whatever I want to you," he threatened. The Gryffindor still didn't wake up, which really wasn't a shocker.

But it did mean that he could do whatever he wanted.

So, not pestering the boy any further, he moved closer to the boy, laying down on his side. He pulled the blanket that was covering Harry slightly onto himself so that he wouldn't freeze to death. He didn't feel quite right doing anything further, since the boy was only sleeping and it didn't seem right. He ended up keeping his hands to himself, no matter how tempting.

Sooner or later, he fell asleep again.