Draco realized that it was Saturday when he woke up the next morning. He had forgotten; he'd been dreading to go back to classes for another day. But he saw that everyone was still sleeping, and they usually got up before him, considering how long it took him to fall asleep.

His eyes squinted against the sunlight streaming through the window as he climbed out of bed. He stretched his arms over his head with a silent yawn, his gaze falling almost immediately onto Harry. The memory of last night came flooding back into his mind. Had that actually happened? It seemed unlikely, and it certainly had happened from out of nowhere.

Harry and himself hadn't spent any time close to eachother since Draco's first night in the Gryffindor Tower. Well, except for when they were sitting beside eachother in classes, but that didn't necessarily count. Draco hadn't even sought comfort by those spontaneous hugs.

So, all of a sudden, Harry offers to share his bed and he ends up nearly molesting the boy?

Oh god. It wasn't molesting. He knew it was happening. He had to. He even said my name.

Draco tore his eyes away from the sleeping Gryffindor in order to get his mind off of him. Maybe he could forget all about it and hope that Harry didn't remember a thing.

Thinking that maybe a shower would help get his mind off of everything that was bothering him, he made his way into the bathroom. He'd normally been taking showers at night, when everyone went to sleep, but he'd forgotten last night. He really wished he hadn't now.

Shutting the door, he shed himself of his bedclothes and turned on the hot water. Once it felt warm enough, he stepped inside. It made him feel better rather quickly. He began washing his hair, and continued onward. Thoughts eventually drifted onto something, however. He was wondering what he was going to do today; it wasn't a good idea to go about the castle or the grounds because of the Slytherins being everywhere. He didn't need to go to the library either...

Suddenly, a clicking noise snapped him out of it. He instantly shut off the water, standing still in the shower. The door had opened, and someone was shuffling inside.

"Excuse me?" Draco asked quickly; quietly. "Someone is using the bathroom right now." There was a tired grunt as a response. Draco slid open the shower door and glanced out, knowing that hiding his lower half behind it wouldn't help much; anyone could see through the shower door. He spotted Seamus making his way over to the toilet.

"Excuse me," Draco said sharply. "Could you get the hell out?"

"Just a blasted minute," Seamus mumbled tiredly. "I'm only going to pee." He proceeded in walking to the toilet and undoing his bottoms.

"Pee somewhere else! I'm not wearing anything, for god sake!" Draco shouted frantically. "Don't you dare do anything!"

The boy ignored him and instead took his time relieving himself. Draco thanked whoever had made this bathroom for having the toilet sit on the opposite wall. Being scarred by seeing anything of Seamus' wasn't something he'd look forward to.

As soon as the boy hadn't answered him, he turned back around and tried to imagine the boy not being here. What the hell was his problem? Had he no respect for someone's privacy?

"Ok, you can do whatever you want now, Malfoy," Seamus said with a yawn. Draco heard him shuffle back out of the bathroom, and then the sound of the door clicking shut. The Slytherin stood there for a few more minutes, basically feeling completely violated. Though he was sure that the Irish boy didn't even look his way.

Finally, he managed to get a hold of himself and turn the water back on, finishing up his shower rather quickly. He didn't want any of the others walking in. When he was done, he wrapped a towel securely around his waist, walking back out into the dorm. He hadn't expected anyone to be awake. Well, possibly Finnigan, but he was planning to ignore him.

So it made him jump when he saw that everyone was up and about, rummaging through their trunks for a change of clothes. Seamus was the only one laying back on his bed, looking as tired as he had sounded only ten minutes ago.

"You've got to be kidding me. The only sweater I've got is the one mum made me!" He heard Ron exclaim.

"I think they're nice," Harry commented lightly. He was pulling a dark green sweater over his head, not noticing that Draco had entered the room.

Draco made his way over to his own trunk. It was brought up the day Harry had talked to Dumbledore, along with most of his other stuff. He was hoping none of them noticed he was here until after he changed. His face was burning now; the thoughts of Harry once more returning... with some more images that were only helping in troubling him more.

"...don't stop... please..."

"Ah, Malfoy... have a good shower?"

Draco jumped around to see that Seamus had gotten up from his bed and was leaning against the bedpost, watching him. He narrowed his eyes. "I was until you bloody interrupted."

"What did you expect me to do? I wasn't going to go clear across the school to use the bathroom."

"You could've waited."

Seamus shrugged. "I didn't even look, don't worry."

"I don't care about that," Draco said darkly, "You just walked in without warning."

"Oh, so you wouldn't care if I saw you starkers?"

There was a snort from somewhere else in the room, and Draco had a sneaking suspicion that it was Weasley. He gave an irritated sound and turned back around to re-open his trunk, not bothering to answer the boy's question.

A tap on his shoulder a second later caused him to whip around. "Leave me al-" He stopped. "Oh, it's you."

Harry was watching him hesitantly, his eyes lingering on the part of Draco that wasn't covered until flickering onto the floor. "I just wanted to apologize for--" Harry turned his head suddenly. Ron was watching them intently. "Ron, do you bloody mind?"

"Sorry, mate," Ron muttered. He went back to changing into his poorly made maroon sweater.

"--ok, I wanted to apologize for last night. I didn't mean to make you get out of my bed." Harry's voice had lowered to a near whisper, his cheeks turning a burning red.

"You were awak--"

"Yes."

"The entire time?" Draco asked weakly.

"Er... just when I was... um... touching myself? I forgot you were there, I swear!"

"But nothing before that?" Draco felt relieved. Very relieved. Though he realized that if the boy was sleeping all that time before, then...

"What do you mean?" Harry asked.

"Nothing," he replied quickly. He distractedly leaned down to retrieve the shirt he had layed out on his bed. He pulled it over his head. Harry continued standing there, and Draco looked at him oddly once he was through. "What?"

"Nothing..." The boy began to turn around.

"Wait," Draco said hurriedly. His voice lowered again, so that none of the others were able to hear. "I have a question."

Harry nodded softly. "Sure."

"What were you thinking when you started doing that? Was it a dream?" Draco watched him curiously. He leaned against the bedpost, arms crossing over his chest while he waited for an answer. Harry seemed to be having a hard time figuring one out.

"Was it? Or do you do that out of the blue?"

"I was dreaming," Harry said quietly. His face was turning a deeper red. It seemed to be reaching its utmost color.

"About what?" Draco pried.

"Someone," Harry muttered.

"Who?"

"Do I have to tell you everything? It was just some girl, alright?" Harry rubbed at the back of his neck, turning slowly around, as if unsure of where to step next. Draco noticed that the Gryffindor's eyes were never on him when he was spoken to.

He knew Harry was lying. There was no doubt that that 'someone' was him.

Draco decided to go to the library after all. All the other Gryffindors were going out onto the grounds to do whatever it was they did, and he wasn't too content on joining them. However, there was one thing good about being in the library today. Harry had decided to come with him.

He claimed it was because Blaise could come in at any time, and it was better that there was someone else around to keep a watch on him. Besides, Harry had to finish a Transfiguration essay.

"How come you haven't finished it yet?" Draco asked. They were sitting at a small table in the back of the library. Harry had a pile of books set up beside him and was looking through one of them with a frown.

"No time," Harry replied.

"You've had plenty."

Harry looked up at Draco, his gaze skeptical. "Have I?"

Draco stared back at him, before he realized what the boy meant. He'd been watching over Draco for quite a while, and homework he had never really gotten around to.

"Oh, sorry." Draco propped an elbow on the table to rest his head in his hand. He continued watching the boy as he drew his attention back to the book. He was getting bored.

Ten minutes passed before he saw Harry drop his head onto his book. Draco yawned.

"This is stupid," Harry muttered.

"You can't do it?" Draco smirked lightly, unconsciously bringing one of his hands to rest on Harry's head. "It's alright, I'm sure you'll do better next time."

Harry lifted his head, glaring at Draco. "That's not helping."

Draco stopped and brought his hand back to rest lazily on his side of the table.

"Listen, we need to talk. I think you should be honest too."

"Sure," Draco muttered, slightly surprised at the sudden change of subject.

"Ok, so why do you like me?" Harry asked quickly.

"Oh, great topic," Draco said, fake enthusiasm in his tone. "I've already told you, haven't I?"

"You said you didn't know, and that I just felt safe to be around."

"Well, there you go." Draco stood up from his chair, stretching his arms over his head to feel a little more relaxed. A glance was sent around the library; it was still fairly empty. Only a few Ravenclaws sat at a table completely across the room.

"That doesn't explain anything though. I'm sure that there are a lot more people you could've gotten help from."

"You were the one who was insisting to help me."

"I only said that you should tell someone."

"So you actually don't want to help me?" Draco looked over at Harry, suddenly looking serious.

"No, I do..." Harry said quickly, "It's just the other way you've been acting around me..."

"You mean me being attracted to you?"

Harry nodded slightly, turning a bit pink. Eyes went back down to his book. It seemed like he had something else to say, but was uncomfortable bringing it up.

"Well, I have no excuse for that. I just found myself attracted to you."

"That doesn't make sense," Harry mumbled.

"Why not?" Draco sounded almost irritated, but he returned to sitting back down across from Harry.

"You've been..." Harry started, but the rest of the sentence faded off.

"I've been what?"

"Um... abused, I guess."

Draco continued watching the Gryffindor, expecting more. That had been stating the obvious.

"And... well... I didn't think that someone who's been abused like you have would be wanting so much attention that way and that'd you'd be worried about ever getting close to someone again, let alone thinking of kissing them and all of that. But I could be wrong, I don't know... if I am, I'm sorry," Harry ran through it all in a rush. His hand covered his face, as if afraid to see Draco's reaction.

But Draco didn't find himself reacting in any negative way. He merely sat there with an inquiring expression, trying to think over what Harry had just said. And the boy was partly right... wanting to be close to someone didn't make sense after all that he'd been through. Or maybe this was all because he wanted someone to show him that they weren't just doing it for their own sick pleasure. He did like Harry, and what had happened last night was only startled him a little bit...

"I guess it doesn't affect me in that way," Draco finally answered.

"Okay, just wondering," Harry said quickly. He suddenly stood up while gathering up his schoolwork and a few of the books. He was moving a bit too fast. "I think we should get going now. I won't be able to finish this."

"What's the rush?" Draco asked calmly. He stood up too, watching Harry curiously. "Can I ask you something too?"

Harry continued trying to keep his things under his arms as he mumbled a small, 'Okay.'

Draco paused for a few seconds before asking. "Why did you lie about dreaming about a girl this morning?"

A book dropped onto the floor, and both Harry and Draco jumped. The Gryffindor hurriedly bent down to pick it up. "I didn't lie," he replied distractedly, "What are you talking about?"

Draco pressed his hands against the table, leaning over so that he could watch Harry struggle with the book. The boy's hands were shaking. "I'm not a girl," Draco said offhandedly.

"Of course you're not..." Harry mumbled. He finally gathered the poor book, and he stood back up again. He looked at Draco oddly as the Slytherin stopped leaning against the table. He stood there watching Harry with his arms crossed over his chest.

"I wasn't dreaming about you," Harry said, confidence definitely non-existent in his voice.

"You said my name," Draco informed with a raise of eyebrows.

"What?" Harry asked weakly.

"You said my name before you started doing that." Draco smirked some, looking amused.

Harry stood there for what felt like two minutes before he actually reacted. He knew that there was no way to get around it, and that there was a low risk that Draco was lying. Harry knew what he had been dreaming about... and Draco was right.

He began to back up so that he could rest his back against the wall. He tilted his head backward so that he could close his eyes. He let out a distressed sigh, and didn't notice that Draco had made his way around the table to stand near him.

"So you were dreaming about me?" Draco questioned expectantly.

"I guess," Harry mumbled quietly.

For Draco, he felt like he couldn't have heard anything better than that. An incredibly pleasant feeling was washing over him. It was because he knew now that he didn't have to worry about liking the boy, even for reasons he didn't know of, because the boy returned the feelings for him. He wasn't going crazy... he wasn't being toyed with.

"But I can't," Harry said miserably.

"You can't what?" Draco bit his lip to keep himself from smiling.

"I can't like you."

Draco released his lip to frown then. He wished it wasn't like this. He wished he could've heard that and not have any other reasons as to why he shouldn't have, or why something like this couldn't happen.

"Why not?"

Harry sighed again, lifting his head to look at Draco. "It'll just make your problems worse. And it wouldn't work, and I can't try to make it work because then..."

There was another long pause before Harry continued. Draco watched him silently, his eyebrows furrowed.

"... because then everything would be ruined," he finally muttered.

"Ruined?" Draco spoke up quietly.

"The Slytherins... your father... and I can't do that to you. You've been through a lot."

"I don't care," Draco said hotly.

"You don't want anymore trouble, do y--"

"No, but no one needs to know!"

Harry watched him carefully. "I didn't mean for this to happen..."

"Well, it did." Draco continued standing there quite still.

"Okay, let's just forget about this for now, alright?"

Draco nodded gently. "Alright."

Slowly, Draco backed away to allow Harry to walk away from the wall and gather up the rest of his things. His gaze stayed on him the entire time, and the Gryffindor remained rather quiet.

Then, once Harry turned around and Draco supposed they were ready to leave, they both paused again. It felt like an awkward moment, though it wasn't really. They stood there, watching eachother. Waiting. "So... are we leaving?" Draco asked tentatively.

"Yeah," Harry answered, repositioning his bag onto the other arm.

At that moment, everything seemed to turn around again. Everything that wasn't likely to happen was starting to happen again, but somehow Draco knew that the both of them had been expecting it.

Harry stepped forward swiftly, closing the distance between them. He used his free hand to tug at the front of Draco's shirt, pressing his lips against the Slytherin's to bring them both into a fervent kiss. Draco's arms moved to wrap around Harry's neck, his lips parting to allow the other boy's tongue to slip inside.

Hands ran shakily down Draco's front, and when Harry's bag started slipping off of his shoulder, he shook it the rest of the way off without breaking the kiss. It hit the floor with a dull thud.

Draco could hardly contain himself. It felt so good to kiss Harry, to taste him, to feel his lips and his hands all over him... oh god.

Abruptly, Harry pushed him up against the wall. Draco gasped and once more fell quiet when lips crashed onto his own. He felt hot hands that had moved beneath his shirt running over his skin; his own hands were clutching onto the sides of Harry's robes. His legs lifted to wrap around the other boy's waist, which caused Harry to push him closer against the wall, a low moan escaping him.

Harry's lips parted from his as they continued; they traveled along his jaw, moving down his neck. Draco tilted his head back, breathless and letting out small moans. "... Harry... oh... oh... god..." Harry was starting to suck lightly at the side of his neck.

Without thinking, Draco rolled his hips forward, trying to receive more of the heated contact. Movements became more frantic and feverish. Harry let out another moan, and Draco could feel the tiny vibrations against his neck. He arched forward again.

Lips once more connected to his own, and Draco returned it desperately, eager for the closeness and the absolute burning desire that Harry was bringing with it. These feelings were beginning to come from somewhere he had no idea existed; what was happening to him?

"Draco..." Harry breathed, "We have to stop."

"I know..." Draco whispered. He placed another kiss on Harry's lips. Harry's eyes closed.

"I'm sorry..." Harry muttered softly. Draco buried his head in the crook of Harry's neck.

"You don't need to apologize," Draco said.

A minute was spent this way. They calmed their uneven breathing as they rested, their bodies pressed against eachother. Draco's legs slowly untwined themselves from around the other's boy's waist. His gaze glanced toward the floor. More of the awkward silence was shed between them.

"We should get back..." Harry informed in a muted tone.

Draco didn't say anything. He only nodded, and followed Harry out of the library after he'd gathered up his things again. Nothing was said on the way back to the Gryffindor Tower, though Draco stole one quick glance at the other boy. Draco didn't know what to think.